It was 1:55 p.m. by my watch. Parents waited outside the blue gate-still smelling of fresh paints. The sun has tilted slightly towards d west. The rays fought its ways thru the chilled winter atmosphere. The white metallic letters scripted on the blue gate still grips us with nostalgic feelings..!5 more mins,n school will get ova..!
I was waiting outside the gate for my sister to come.Parents kept discussing about their daughters…!!
“My daughter is a disaster ..She doesn’t bother to take down class notes..”
“Huh!!My 1 is too good at taking notes…but doesn’t open them at home!!”
The buses blew cranked horns, eager to overtake each other. The drivers bore angry faces tired after doing their jobs year after year..
The gates opened. I parked my scooty outside n walked along the clean long stretched path.Dat neem tree stood der widout any boredom,witness 2 all d sweet memories. The basketball court still occupied its place without any objection,giving chance 2 new set of players every yr. D yellow paint on d building did fade a bit,bt d idol of Mother Mary stood dr as eva wid a promise of happiness.
As I travelled down my memories I descended in2 a similar mild wintr day. The hockey filed surrounded wid numerous decorated stalls. A big colourfully decorated gate welcomed evry1. I ws incharge of a Jalebi stall. Deblina, Rijji, Stuti, Sam, Mou, Sweta, Srirupa all xcited abt dis annual fest we had.
“u knw.. heard dat pats’ head boy is also comin”
“really?.. m xcitd 2 c my neighbour ,heard hez hanging out vit sum1 4rm r school”
“how much money will u bring?”
“Dunno hw much I’ll get, but I’ll save 5 bucks 4 dat msg I’ll pass 2 him along vit dat Titanic song!!!”
“Oh!!God…u n ur dream boy..Cum dwn to reality..Hez already datin sum1”
We all waited eagerly.. dressed in spotlessly cleand uniform, hair neatly combed, n wore d bst socks we had…!!
We waited outside the gate 2 welcome our neighbour schools. my heart missed a beat. Hands sweaty cold..i asked srirupa, “U sure he’s cumin?”
Suddenly 4rm nower, v saw Mrs.M.chatterjee standin beside us.
“Oh Shit! 4rm wer did she cum?”
The same monotonic sound of her voice echoed in mah ears, “Girls, b decent n dnt b ova smart…… n y r d skirts so short,hhmmm???”
Bt nothing matterd nw.. dey wer already on d way 2 our skul. D best song ws played wen d boys entered,all had shy impressive smiles on der faces,teeh spotlessly clean… mayb brushed twice dat day! D girls had a mini orgasm wid xcitement.
I noticed him 4rm d corner of my eyes wit an innocent face.
My brother ws also dere. He made sure 2 bring his frnd along wid him 2 my stall.
I offered dem few jalebies.
Srirupa gav me a sarcastic smile.I offered him the biggest Jalebi my eyes met.He passed his coupon n turned bak engrossed in his own thots.I was on cloud 9!!I kept smiling to myself till Mrs.Duggal asked me “wats d mattr??u seem 2b vry happy??”
“Yes miss..our Stall has the highest sale till nw!!”
“Good !!kip it up,child..!!!”
Stuti asked “Hey,u saw dat guy??he changed his contacts..Wierd fellow!!”
Rijji prompted “Rishab luked grrrt!!!” n sum1 tapped me my back…I turned 2 c my sister.. “Wat d hell r u doin here??ts 2:20…I searched u every ver”
“Oh!!m sorry…by d way…verz d red bulding gone??”
“They constructed an auditorium dere..95 lakh was d budget..”
“Hhmm…we dnt nid to borrow pats’ auditorium nw..!”,knoin dat we ol liked 2 do dat.
We walked bak d same path…Nu trees were planted..Now m a 3rd year student came bak to school after a long time.Years passed..many batches came n left..But my school,Loreto Convent (Maria Regine Angelorum-Cruci Dum Spiro Fido) still stood dere vit d same nobility.The hockey field had d same charm.,the grasses witness to so many luv stories..The school beside us is still d same...Still boys brushed dere teeth twice b4 d fests.The icecream stalls still supplied ice cream to gals,fullfillin dere xcuses to c d boys..!!The classrum walls nva complaind bout a teachers’ violent threats..n gals r still cot reading Sidney Sheldon under dere maths book!!!
“Midnite fones, long chats, b’day bumps, crushes on pals, fighting for marks…” –people call it schooldays,n we call it lyf!!!
N now my sister is in class 10.on observing her grave xpression…I asked her “Wats d matter???”
She spoke vit a trembling voice
“Mrs.M.Chatterjee scolded me 4 wearing short skirts…!!!”
I was waiting outside the gate for my sister to come.Parents kept discussing about their daughters…!!
“My daughter is a disaster ..She doesn’t bother to take down class notes..”
“Huh!!My 1 is too good at taking notes…but doesn’t open them at home!!”
The buses blew cranked horns, eager to overtake each other. The drivers bore angry faces tired after doing their jobs year after year..
The gates opened. I parked my scooty outside n walked along the clean long stretched path.Dat neem tree stood der widout any boredom,witness 2 all d sweet memories. The basketball court still occupied its place without any objection,giving chance 2 new set of players every yr. D yellow paint on d building did fade a bit,bt d idol of Mother Mary stood dr as eva wid a promise of happiness.
As I travelled down my memories I descended in2 a similar mild wintr day. The hockey filed surrounded wid numerous decorated stalls. A big colourfully decorated gate welcomed evry1. I ws incharge of a Jalebi stall. Deblina, Rijji, Stuti, Sam, Mou, Sweta, Srirupa all xcited abt dis annual fest we had.
“u knw.. heard dat pats’ head boy is also comin”
“really?.. m xcitd 2 c my neighbour ,heard hez hanging out vit sum1 4rm r school”
“how much money will u bring?”
“Dunno hw much I’ll get, but I’ll save 5 bucks 4 dat msg I’ll pass 2 him along vit dat Titanic song!!!”
“Oh!!God…u n ur dream boy..Cum dwn to reality..Hez already datin sum1”
We all waited eagerly.. dressed in spotlessly cleand uniform, hair neatly combed, n wore d bst socks we had…!!
We waited outside the gate 2 welcome our neighbour schools. my heart missed a beat. Hands sweaty cold..i asked srirupa, “U sure he’s cumin?”
Suddenly 4rm nower, v saw Mrs.M.chatterjee standin beside us.
“Oh Shit! 4rm wer did she cum?”
The same monotonic sound of her voice echoed in mah ears, “Girls, b decent n dnt b ova smart…… n y r d skirts so short,hhmmm???”
Bt nothing matterd nw.. dey wer already on d way 2 our skul. D best song ws played wen d boys entered,all had shy impressive smiles on der faces,teeh spotlessly clean… mayb brushed twice dat day! D girls had a mini orgasm wid xcitement.
I noticed him 4rm d corner of my eyes wit an innocent face.
My brother ws also dere. He made sure 2 bring his frnd along wid him 2 my stall.
I offered dem few jalebies.
Srirupa gav me a sarcastic smile.I offered him the biggest Jalebi my eyes met.He passed his coupon n turned bak engrossed in his own thots.I was on cloud 9!!I kept smiling to myself till Mrs.Duggal asked me “wats d mattr??u seem 2b vry happy??”
“Yes miss..our Stall has the highest sale till nw!!”
“Good !!kip it up,child..!!!”
Stuti asked “Hey,u saw dat guy??he changed his contacts..Wierd fellow!!”
Rijji prompted “Rishab luked grrrt!!!” n sum1 tapped me my back…I turned 2 c my sister.. “Wat d hell r u doin here??ts 2:20…I searched u every ver”
“Oh!!m sorry…by d way…verz d red bulding gone??”
“They constructed an auditorium dere..95 lakh was d budget..”
“Hhmm…we dnt nid to borrow pats’ auditorium nw..!”,knoin dat we ol liked 2 do dat.
We walked bak d same path…Nu trees were planted..Now m a 3rd year student came bak to school after a long time.Years passed..many batches came n left..But my school,Loreto Convent (Maria Regine Angelorum-Cruci Dum Spiro Fido) still stood dere vit d same nobility.The hockey field had d same charm.,the grasses witness to so many luv stories..The school beside us is still d same...Still boys brushed dere teeth twice b4 d fests.The icecream stalls still supplied ice cream to gals,fullfillin dere xcuses to c d boys..!!The classrum walls nva complaind bout a teachers’ violent threats..n gals r still cot reading Sidney Sheldon under dere maths book!!!
“Midnite fones, long chats, b’day bumps, crushes on pals, fighting for marks…” –people call it schooldays,n we call it lyf!!!
N now my sister is in class 10.on observing her grave xpression…I asked her “Wats d matter???”
She spoke vit a trembling voice
“Mrs.M.Chatterjee scolded me 4 wearing short skirts…!!!”
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