A step ahead..

Hey people, how u doin??? I hope you have taken some time out to read my first post. However, if you haven’t then do not worry because there’ll be more and more coming each day.

After that neighbour episode, my father had given all hopes on me and life proceeded the usual way. Same long days and the same me. For about 2 years nothing changed until my parents decided to send me to a play school near by. It was funny and till date I wonder why that school was named “NITCO MODEL SCHOOL”. Well my parents had no choice but to send me there as it was so close to my house that if my parents fight at home, I could hear them in my classroom, hehehehe. I remember my mum telling me that I was the most excited kid to go to the school, I never cried until she dropped me there and was leaving. It was then that emotional “Taare Zameen Par” scene happened. Mom and I moved apart and the school warden held me and took me inside as mom left with tears in her eyes. What a shot man, I wish I was a movie director. :P

The days passed by, I became more sincere and participated in a lot of school activities. Dancing, singing, painting, plays and what not? Damn, I was such a talented kid back thenL. I still remember my gypsy dance performance, my mom had literally invited entire neighbourhood to watch her daughter shake her booty on the floor. It was damn embarrassing, (not really, I felt proud as I was a great dancer).

Similarly I had many such memorable and unforgettable days in that school. I also remember my lunch breaks, since school was just next door, mom used to get fresh cooked lunch for me. Like any other child, I never cared to eat because my entire focus was on the swings, see-saw, slides and some more. Those were the best days.

After years of fun and masti at Nitco, I was sent to “Green Fields School” not to forget the one at Safdarjung Enclave. Delhi had so many schools with similar names that people usually misunderstood if I did not mention where it was located.

I was in second standard when I joined GFS. The first day was much more dramatic than joining Nitco Model. I was in pain because I knew I’ll be now a part of an inutile system called “School” where everything was measured based on your scores. Nothing against it literally but yeah we can do better. I always had Reshu my friend, neighbour and distant aunt but of my age beside me since childhood. We joined the school together. She was my only friend who I shared my stupid secrets with back then.

Both of us grew together, studying, playing, doing all those amateur stuff which every child does in their childhood. It used to be fun specially playing hide ‘n’ seek, seven stones, blocks and marbles. Yes, I did play marbles too, thanks to my brother. Participating in “Janmashtami event” in the temple in my neighbourhood, going to Jain Mandir for a month regularly during “Dasalakshini” because lots of people danced and sang as this was the time to fast and prove to our gods that we are religious and believe in them. This was crazy not because people danced and sang but we used to check out guys there and not really be a part of the event. :P

My School has started and I am learning more and more each day and of course I was getting smarter. (hehehe) Next, will be some precious moments I spent at GFS and friends I made during that time. I still miss each one of them and wish I could re live those times again. I wish I had the power to get hold of time move it the way I want it to. Unfortunately, none of us is that lucky. L