For the last few days a was thinking what to write next? but this time i wanted to write something with which everybody can relate to. So i thought why not to write about my most memorable days. Iam talking about my school days. But now when i have decided to write, iam not able to recollect my thoughts, trying to capture all those precious moments, iam still thinking from where to start.
The 10 model, its not a full name of school, actually full name is Govt Model Senior Secondary School, Sector 10 Chandigarh and we use to call it 10 model, this is a place where i had spent magnificant 14 years of my life from Pre nursery to class 12th.
During my early days, i think till upper KG, my father used to drop me to school, on his bicycle and i used to sit on the top of that tiny seat. On the way he used to buy one cadbury and give to me everyday, then mom used to come by afternoon to pick me up. Bicyle upgraded to scooter, then they hired rikshaw for me to commute and later i started to travel by bus.
Every year class room changed, books changed, teachers changed, roll number changed, benches changed, few news students used to add up in group, but we never changed.
Now when iam sinking into the nostalgia of my school time, all old momories are coming alive, how we used to carry big heavy bags, full of books, notebooks for class work, notebooks for homework, wrapped with flashy cover and beautifull name sticker on top. while writing all this there is a naughty smile on my face and iam thinking about all the mischiefs which we use to do. How we used to reach school early just to see english teacher has come or not, how we used to miss prayer time, how we used to eat lunch of all before lunch time only, how we used to cheer for school perfect during election time( not for the candidate, basically for the candies which they used to give), how we used to play cricket in the class room with broken benches or which we especially broke to play, how every winter we used to turn our fans into lotus and then used to crib in summer, how we use cheat during exams, how we used to make pairs and then used to tease each other with that, how we used keep nick names for our teacher like we had very famous one "Helicopter."
Those 14 years has given me everything, friends for lifetime, there are few who are with me from pre nursery to till date, what ever iam today, foundation of that had been laid down in that school only, their are few teachers who are still very dear to my heart like Ms Rita rani, Ms Kanchan, Ms Amita, Ms Surender Kaur. But today i really don't know where they are?( other then Ms Amita) what they are doing? how they are? i hope they all are fine and doing well.
Now its been almost 7 years that i have been to that area, but earlier whenever i used to pass through near by road, i really used to feel proud that, this is a school where i have studied, where most innocent days, most memorable days of my life lies.
After writing this much iam still in nostalgia and i feel after reading, you are also in a nostalgia of your school time..... keep thinking and keep smiling....
Yesterday only i was reading an article in newspaper regarding newly issued fatwa by Malaysia's fatwa council and according to them practicing yoga by any muslim is haram. They say yoga destroys muslim faith. I really don't understand what logic they have used which has pushed them to issue this kind of fatwa. According to them yoga involves worshipping and chanting which is against islam and considered as haram, but here i surely believe that all the muslims or other people who practice yoga is mainly for their physical and mental health. As its been proved that yoga helps to keep mind calm, it helps to keep balance between body, mind and soul. People who follow yoga firmly believe in this and thats the main reason they follows and practice it. All the muslims who follow yoga they just follow yoga, they don't preach Hinduism. Here iam using same words of an article, "one of the women said if somebody is eating italian or japanese food it does not mean that they want to become an Italian or Japanese" These clerics should think twice before issuing these kind of fatwas, because these kind of fatwas shows their utter narrow mindedness and backward thinking........But thank god now a days people are well educated and they really know what is good or bad for them.
Somebody has very rightly said that as a human being we tend to appreciate things when we loose it, But here it's not a particular thing, it was my friend Hemant Talim who lost his life in last month's Mumbai Terrorist attack. It's really hard to believe that something of this could happen to any of my friends. I can still remember my last conversation with Hemant, on the night of attack, it was allmost 11.00 pm, i was listening to music in radio and i heard about attack. I called up Hemant , he picked up the call, spoke to me for exact 30 seconds and told me that he is fine and he will call tomorrow. I felt little relieved but at that moment i did not knew it would be my last conversation with my dear friend. Hemant had been shot and was in hospital for a week fighting with life and death but could not win. Today its been more then a week to his funeral but iam still trying to convince myself. This adversity has refreshed mine old memories with Hemant, we use to call him Chicken, it was his nick name from collage time and we kept that legacy. we both use to fight during our project presentations and on other small small issue, but i feel these small fights only created bond between us and we started to gel together. Today when he has left, we all are in shock, in dilemma, what to do, how to react to this situation. I was in dilemma to call his parents or not, i really did not knew what i will say to them, but i called, his dad picked up and i was tight lipped, speachless to ask anything. Hemant's death has build somekind of fear in me, it has forced me to think what will happen, if something of this happened to me? But fact is he is not there and i have to believe that, but his memories, his fights, his jokes and the way he use to mimic chicken will always be there with me. Lets pray, his soul lives in peace.