Nostalgia...

It is new people and new places that give you the energy to move on and progress in life. Change is a permanent process so much so that it defines permanence. I had been in the same school from KG 1 to Class 12, had the same wonderful friends, the same magnificent school building and a warm security blanket. Everyday I would wake up at 6 45, wear the same grey skirt, grey striped white shirt and would feel proud to be a part of my school.

It was not until graduation day on February 12 2005, did I and all my classmates realize how much for granted we had taken our routines, our friends, our teachers. We had the same lingo, ways of living and behaviour. How would people be outside? Will they laugh at the way I say ‘Go home!’ or “’bahalllaz’? In school I was quite a star with my close friends and teachers, I had a position in this school, would it be the same outside? I guess I was not the only one introspecting on these questions. As the director gave us all a speech about how important the coming years are for a blooming career and a brilliant life, there was a silence in the air, which prevailed during assembly only when we stopped talking knowing that PT ma’am was doing her rounds. It was a momentous silence when all of us reflected on the past, present and future…

As we walked out of the school gates that day, we felt strange, a gloomy yet fresh silence prevailed in the air. It was the feeling that we would never enter the school gates every morning, search for the smart geek who finished the homework for the previous evening to finish our own work, talk about the fantastic restaurant that we had gone the previous evening, or tittle-tattle about the new ‘couple’ or the now un-couple, or drool over the new hot guy in school and giggle discussing about a friend’s newest crush, standing in the assembly with our hands folded and singing the prayer song, going to classes in a line, entering the class and getting chatty with all the people around, wishing the teacher a draggy ‘Good Morning’ (yeah right, we made life hell for our teachers!! Muhahahahaha), raid boxes of the ones who got short break, then after two classes come down for lunch and clap and give standing ovations to appy if she finished lunch, come down for PT class, play throwball and injure a few people in the process, chortle at PT ma’am’s delivery of the command 1-2up-3-1, then binge at the chat before ACE class and amidst all this studying also!!! All this and so much more… and before we knew it, we started going to college and we all went to different places, pursuing our dreams with hopes of making it big…
A year has passed, but nothing has changed. When old friends meet, we talk about our new wonderful friends, new magnificent college building and a new warm security blanket. I guess this will never change, this is permanence…