Friday, April 23, 2010

The Haunting of the School Memories


Yesterday, I was sitting on my terrace and was thinking of all the things that I could recollect about my school life, at that moment.
The moment was not very romantic because of the GREAT KOLKATA POWER CUT which lead to a lot of perspiration leading to desperation to get some fresh air.So there I was thinking of all the weird stuff that happened in school life:

My first recollections were all the horrible ones.The ones where I got slapped by my teacher in school for not doing my homework which was a very patent thing for me.Then there were memories of falling down from the bed:Lots of different ways and positions of me falling off my bed and it actually made me laugh!I don't know why I mentioned them together....actually I thought of them simultaneously...maybe because both were equally painful.

The most horrible one was me waiting to show my terrible report card to my parents.It was like a nightmare for me.I was probably more scared of seeing my parents disappointed again than actually getting the yelling or being grounded.(P.S.Indian Grounding includes not being allowed to play with friends or watch T.V. or use the computer.)

Then there were these terrible fights with friends at school or should I say classmates at school.Till around 14 years of age I never really had a close friend or best friend at school inspite of being an extrovert.Maybe being an extrovert made other girls more uncomfortable being with me.The fights normally ended with me either slapping someone or me crying and returning home and saying..Ma I hate school...please change my school.

Then the electricity was back!

So I stopped thinking about these terrible memories not just because of the power cut but also because of the fact that all these things helped shape the person I am today...regardless what YOU think of me after reading this.Or what I have really turned out to be!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I think this is what makes school memories so special. We remember the bad ones, and are brave enough to write about them. This shows we have grown up since that day when we ran back home after getting off the bus clinging to mother saying we would never like to go back there again.