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Remember?

School days… Something all of us can relate to… Those times when going early to bed was mandatory… Getting up late and still being on time wasn’t an option… Bunking wasn’t our choice… Switching off the fan was our alarm and ‘Wake up!! You‘ll be late’ was the first thing we used to hear every morning… There was no ‘modified bass brushing technique’ known then… Brushing and washing with heavy eyelids was done with thoughts like ‘I don’t wanna go to school’. Towel wrapped around our bodies, we walked out of the bathroom and dad would hurry us to bedroom where our neat and tidy ironed uniforms would await us… After putting the clothes on, dad would start searching for the ties and belts that were never in place… ‘Drink the milk’ was the most neglected statement. Your polished shoes would then be dad’s new job. And ofcourse treasure hunt was then conducted for the misplaced socks… Neighbours could guess the time when mom used to brush your tangled hair strands… Horn by the school bus was the time when devils entered your parent’s bodies and work would be done 10 times the speed of usual. Missing out on anything in the checklist would be a nightmare for you and your parents. The next motive would be to reach school in time because that would be an achievement for ‘driver uncle’ and a reward for you to pass on a naughty smile to your ‘not so much liked’ friends who just couldn’t make it in time. Those boring assemblies when you always knew the beginning & the end and ‘lipsing’ was your oxygen in the middle of the prayers. You were a ‘success’ on the day you had ‘cut nails, polished shoes, hair belt on your head, completed homework notebook, a star in it from your class teacher, your best friend beside you in class & during lunch time.’ Those pretty good looking uniforms now were sweat drenched and mud blotted after you had played games to your heart content in sports period. After this wonderful time spent in school, the day was almost over… You used to reach ‘home’ then, not ‘room’ after school. And mom already waiting for your school bus to arrive, just to look at the beautiful pony tail turning to a ‘beautiful try’ to keep your hair into the rubber band, the loose tie trying hard to hold onto your neck, the unbuckled belt, the shirt which was tucked in nicely now helping itself to stay in the same position but failing abjectly, the socks rolled but both at different levels, those black shining shoes earlier that morning have now suddenly seemed to change their original colour to brown. And even after looking at you insuch a messy condition the first thing that was asked used to be “how was school?” Remember???? Life shone a little more brighter then… Writers note: An article need not be mature always. Sometimes a nostalgic smile can fulfil the writer’s purpose.