Happy Dayz

When I turn to look back at my life, I'm amazed at the panoramic view that it's got to offer, the ups and downs, the twists and turns more thrilling than a novel of the same genre. Amongst all, what appears to me to be the days I cherish the most were my days at school, those childhood days.

As a child, I was always my parents' little princess, and I very well remember the few minutes before I would rush off to school every morning. My mother would be hurriedly feeding me breakfast, my father simultaneously helping me with my shoes, and me,in the midst of all the chaos,would be seriously engrossed in a text-book, without a care in the world. I remember this scene vividly like it happened not so long ago.

School was fun with a capital F. The most interesting period was inevitably the lunch-break(hee,hee). Juicy conversation would flow amongst a gang of five or six of us, and it always took the bell to remind us that in the midst of all this, lunch was mostly forgotten. We would gulp big mouthfuls to quickly complete it, but not too soon to escape the teacher who would enter the class and stare at us sternly. On top of this, the entire class would be giggling at us. We would red-facedly rush off to our seats, but were too thick-skinned not to mind repeating the same events the next day, and every other day to come.

We also did'nt mind some harmless teasing on teachers. There was one teacher who used the phrase "for example" very frequently. For example, if one had to say, "King Ashoka was a ruler of the Kalinga dynasty", she would say, "King ashoka,for example, was a ruler,for example,of the Kalinga dynasty". At a time when it was boring to listen to her lecture, we decided to count the number of times she used the phrase "for example". But we soon realized that it was a herculean task as it crossed fifty times in just five minutes. Hence, the idea was sadly given up.

There was this other teacher who had the stange habit of ending every sentence with the word "the". For example, if she had to ask "what are you doing?", she would instead ask,"what are you doing the?". At an age when the nuances of diplomacy were not understood, it was decided that one of us would ask her why she had this habit. Like oliver twist, it fell to me. I stood up proudly and daringly asked her, "Ma'm, why do you use the word 'the' at the end of every sentence?", but i can't detail here the chiding that followed and the advice that was given on good behaviour and discipline.

But, on a serious note, I simply loved my teachers who brought history alive, made mathematics fun and helped us conquer the english and tamil languages. This blog article is in fact an ode to my beloved teachers who not only instilled in me the quest for knowledge, but also moulded my personality and have made me into the person I am today. Kudos to Mrs.Mildred John, Sr.Annette, Ms.Sreeja, Mrs.Leela, Mrs.Padma ,Mrs.Jeeva, Ms.Padmini and others - I don't know if I will be able to meet them in person again (Mrs.Mildred John is no more with us in the physical sense), but these are the people who will always hold a special place in my heart, for eternity.

Those care-free, worry-free days at school were, without a doubt, in my life, the most happy days!!