Those were the days ❣...

If someone asks you if you had a choice to relive a moment of your life, what would be your answer? The happiness and depth of the moment could differ for everyone but if you would ask me, without any hesitation and overthinking I will say school life. Yup you heard it correct School life a period in everyone’s life where they can feel whatever they want, they can learn anything and in one span of that period one can live thousand lives and could create infinite number of memories.

Now I won’t use dorky words or describe each and every moment of that life to make my point but I could start with something for which we really went to school and that’s for learning life lessons, scientific knowledge and many other stuffs. But then again the same problem am I here to discuss the scientific theories or mathematical relation which we learnt and then at the same time forgot on the spot. Just kidding my point is that we were making some of the most beautiful memories each time when we were learning, fighting, abusing each other and doing infinite number of self-made jobs. We made memory each second and after our every action whether it was serious or funny we learnt something and that’s the real lesson of life what we got. To learn something you don’t need anything, even a small moment of your life can teach you a spectacular and life long lesson.

Now I am done with all of those philosophy talks and now I am going to flash some of the best memories which I had or which everyone had with their school life. Now there are many things in life and values which we should inculcate in ourselves but trust me we have already learnt many of them by making our life long  memories in school.

Now can you remember school taught us the decision making skill to us. Where, how can we forget that time when it was so hard for us to decide who will accompany us to washroom as there was only two out passes and whole class was like our family. It was so hard for us to take that decision but at last we always managed to handle that stuff as washroom was like our parliament house to discuss our future plans.

And it also taught us where to take right decision with proper stratergy. I mean it was a kind of battle plan only when we used to pass our lunch boxes between lectures and could enjoy our secret feast altogether before recess. Whether it’s a sandwich or noodles we could just feel the aroma and can sense it. And also who could forget the field planning of examination hall when we use to understand our own self made morse codes for transferring of answers like we have done diploma in understanding codes.

If its all about planning then I am flashing another image of that one guy who was our aquaman and the guy changed everyday. He always asked permission to go out with a hope to fill his water bottle in summers but always ended up looking like he’s wearing an armour of bottles. And the most interesting funny fact, how can we forget that guy who was like a guardian angel for us. I mean we made him that, the same guy who was always blamed for anyone’s fault and who ended up making a face like dumb ass.

All those fights with each other and standing for one another created a bond of trust and affection between us. The scales and dusters of the teachers which really hit hard on our hands made us strong, not because we were feeling the pain but it was because the whole class felt that if one was in pain. And sometimes the whole bulk got that pain to feel with a smile as we challenged teachers how hard can you hit us.

The time it taught us to be smart but actually sometimes we acted like over smart but atleast we proved our smartness infront of our teachers. When we wrapped a bandage around our hands for the reason of absence or whenever we bunked our classes with a fake medical certificate. And infinite deaths of our grandparents as our sole reason .And you remember that chalk, yes the same white chalk which we used to polish our sports shoes just before going into the morning assembly. I mean there are thousand of examples of us and our Sherlock Homes act.

And the most beautiful time when we used to see our crush from a distance and used to get delighted and sometimes it was like a rush of endorphins in our body freaking out. How beautiful that time was when just a glimpse of a person brought smile on our faces. One sided love, relationship, breakups everthing taught us many lessons and made us believe in something.

School was not just a building for us, it made us see the best parts of our selves. Every element every person every memory made us something. At last it was so hard for us too when we cried and were not ready to say goodbye. Everyone looked so amazing that day at the Farewell. We captured our memories and goodtimes but exactly what we did.

We messed up our time, our lessons and memories. It takes a lot of effort now to atleast plan a reunion but that’s the truth school taught us. From our first cry in Nursery to our last cry in tuxedo at Farewell. That’s the beauty of memory, sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried and we cry by remembering the days we laughed. But I know today also we are making a memory when we are reading this because a time will come when we will laugh at all those irreplaceable memories when our body will not give any response but our soul will only say one thing.

Those were the days ❣…..