Now then, this is my second post in 2 days, or is it? Suddenly, I have a lot of time on my hands, and an equivalent amount of freedom to go with it. A void of sorts has opened up before me, and I don’t really know what to throw into it. Maybe you’d have some suggestions. For one, I tried going to my school for the 1st time after 3 years. And y’know, it felt nice. I thought I’d never go back to school, was hoping not to, but I was dragged into it. And boy, it felt strange.
As you know, today was our 60th Republic Day, a special occasion of sorts, and hence the celebrations in school would be a bit high-key. Of course, there was the usual VIP, who turned out to be an ex-Group Leader for the IAF. Nice, retired sort of guy. There I was, back at what people would say was my “Alma Mater” to utter what is a definite cliche. Apart from a few chosen things, I’m never too emotional about anything. And definitely not about school. No sense weeping over a thing gone 3 years ago, is there? Never had any “special” memories of school or something.
So, as I said, there I was, back at school, blinking like an owl in daylight. Not that I’ve seen owls in daylight, but I’m just borrowing popular phrases. I looked around and recognized some teachers. Look left, here some, right and there were some more. And the students, well they looked well below their age and definitely what I’d term as pint-sized pipsqueaks. There was a distinct difference between the smaller and bigger of that species. The bigger were a foot taller and broader, and the smaller ones were only meant to be present for applauding the giants’ accomplishments. The smallest ones were not to be seen, which means they were too small or successfully squashed. And I couldn’t recognize any of them. Not that I wanted to. Or hoped to.
The only interesting thing which seemed to strike us during a dull award presentation ceremony was the female and Indian version of Michael Phelps, right here in Mumbai. That girl took away all individual records for track events, and even the shot-put, surprisingly. Moving on, the yawn-inducing ceremony ended and the students seemed a bit too eager to get away. No doubt buoyed by the offering of sweets. But then again, I’m assuming everyone’s like me 😛
Neenad gladly, and not too unselfishly, wolfed down some sweets without offering them to us. (If you’re reading this, no hard feelings right? 😛 ) We had a round of nostalgia and a bit more after meeting our teachers and some tohers who might never have had taught us before, but who somehow greeted us all the same. Ah, well. If I might say so, one of the teachers looked as pretty as she did 10 years ago. After that, we roamed around the buliding for a bit, and tried to slam-dunk on the newly installed basketball net, which we couldn’t manage even though I’m nearly 6 feet tall. Poor show :))
We relived some past memories by playing footy with an empty bottle, which didn’t do my new shoes any favour. Not that I expected to make them cleaner either. While the Investiture Ceremony was going on, we slipped out quietly, leaving the place we spent 12 years (11 for me) in, in our wake.
The abrupt ending actually shows how bored I was at 23.49. Need inspiration. Desperately.