“We cannot search towel when there is soap in eyes.
We cannot smile when there are good byes!”
I know its silly but some cute junior wrote this and I treasured it.I had a back street boys themed slam book which is one of my dearest possessions.I spent last 3 months of school filling only the slam books skipping the records, compositions and practice tests. Filling different details was so much fun.I flip through pages of my book when ever I feel little low. It instantly rejuvenates me to know that many people felt so good about me even with out the slightest efforts from my side ” to be good”! Now may be I try hard or may be people are so full of them selves that appreciation comes very rarely.
Now we have this awesome “A to Z” event and hence I have so many readers due to which I am bubbling with enthusiasm day by day and it motivates me to write more but usually many times my blog is like a barren land ! Readership is definitely an asset to a writer and the footprints we leave on others blogs if acknowledged are felt more good but some people are just too occupied or they don’t bother. I used to religiously read few blogs but stopped after I understood they never gave a flying monkey. Everything is linked to marketing these days! Anyway I don’t want to make this one sound like a rambling. Only thing is the bliss I felt after reading the comments and replying back reminded me the good old days when I used to write on paper with pen!
I used to write random one liners and four liners and was so fond of English language that I was always hyper active in the class and my English teacher Rezina madam was always impressed by my vocabulary and naturally she liked me! Her husband was a journalist and one day it seems she showed my answer sheet to him. He replied to her that I will for sure do something different and interesting as I am creative! I am not actually doing a creative job 24 * 7 but I am glad I followed her advise and kept fueling my creativity even if it was slow and steady! She told all this to me on last but one day and I still remember how good and odd I felt as I would no longer go to my school!
We were going in groups to get our slam books scribbled by teachers. Each and every scribble is near to heart. The most memorable one is below by a favorite primary school teacher who almost was in tears when she bid me farewell much to the envy of few other classmates. I am still in touch with her.
The lines she wrote
” You came like a bud.
You are leaving like a fully bloomed rose.
I wish and pray the fragrance of that rose freshens you every day.
I wish you achieve whatever you want and remain the same like you are today!”
Needless to say I cried after reading it. I was attached to her. I didn’t cry when she hugged and wished me. Slowly as it dawned on me that I wont be seeing them daily I felt empty. I cried reading the slam book again and again at home. My mom was worried looking at me as no one cried that much. No one must have cried like me but I dreaded the future. I was an achiever there. I had people who loved me . I loved them. It was selfless . It was unconditional. The nook and corner of the school haunted me as I left .The ground , the assembly area , the staff room , the ice candy corner, the church every thing is crystal clear in my mind!
|My School St.Xaviers- Ongole|
Time took its toll and I am not sure If I remain the same person I was in school, like my teacher wanted to but her wish definitely freshens me up many times . There are many more memorable scribbles but if I keep jotting it will make up to 3-4 posts. Hence I am stopping here and ending this post with a poem dedicated to all dear friends , teachers and classmates. Taking liberty to copy the idea from my teachers notes. She for sure will not mind 😉
“The Fare-well Trance”
I came like a rose bud which has thorns and remains closed.
With your efforts I opened up , bloomed and smiled broad.
You did not mind the thorns which attacked you now and then.
We became close friends for life and I don’t remember from when!
You smiled at my silly jokes and were ready to take any risk for me.
You vouched for my talent and gave me courage to dream and see.
We never missed a chance to bunk a class and laze around.
I shall always treasure the never ending conversations in the school ground.
We played book cricket and maintained score records when the lecture was boring.
We silently and intently gazed back at the sir when he started staring.
You were my backbone, my soul-sister and my partner in crime.
Aah! Those silly joys when we rang the church bells and enjoyed the coherent chime.
You are my favorite teacher and I loved the subject only to gain a pat.
The struggle to score highest in that subject now looks like a silly combat.
There were no worries about my shape or curves or of being obese.
The only worry was to get best candy, the supplies of which after first 5 minutes of recess cease!
Time flew and we grew and so were the complexities of life.
There was some more competition and the day to day strife.
Every one wore flashy sarees and sang to their hearts content.
I was not content and could not talk, sing or dance.
I was lost and the only term to describe it was “Farewell-trance!”
The flood of memories with a small poke come out bubbling.
The journey down the memory lane is always energizing!
This is my 6th post for “A to Z blogging Challenge 2013” !
Happy reading 🙂