Tuesday, September 16, 2014

School days will never come back, but memories are!

Nobody comes into this world with pre-loaded thoughts and ideas ….All we have with us by now are being accumulated during our course of gradual learning, starting from caring hands and advices from parents, self-encounters, some plucking outs of others experience and most importantly from the ever proven age old system of our beloved school days – our honorable teachers, though the list never ends...

Recalling school days, I am sure all of us have our unique experiences, encounters and stories to tell, as we started to rub our shoulders to the man-made systematic approach with each passing year. These stories become more interesting in High schools as we bid adieu to our childhood and step-in to a new hormonal world…!
Let me share some slices out of my peppery piece. You might find a bit of taste of your own spices to rejuvenate yourselves…:) 

A tale of 100 cows & one tiger:

Decades back…

It was 1990…..probably July month, just coming back from the vacation…..Classes started after half yearly exams. Our teachers started returning us the copies, announcing our marks in front of the whole class.

Was not getting too bad marks in most of the subjects…!!! :)

Assamese Class.  Aaijani Baideo would return the copies today. Extremely calm and serene personality Baideo was! We all first benchers, who had frisky instincts, used to become the last benchers for her class…..

Baideo started announcing the scores one by one….

Suddenly she said, “Madhumita! How many cows you killed…???” Immediately, I caught the question! I replied, "Baideo, I could not kill more than 20 cows in one go because of time and space constraints". She just smiled and returned the copy to me. I got 23 out of 50! :(
In the exam, actually I had to explain the Assamese idiom, “If a tiger kills 100 cows, one day he will also die!” – meaning “If you are playing with danger frequently, then it is just the matter of time, you will have to face its consequence”.  

I started explaining – “In a village, there was a farmer. He had 100 cows. There was a dense jungle nearby….Once a tiger came and killed a cow. After getting the good taste, he came back again to the cow-shed next very day. Third day, the tiger came again and killed the third cow...fourth day, he killed the fourth cow, fifth day the fifth cow, sixth day the sixth, seventh day seventh, eight day eight.....”  
….Phewww!!!.....Two pages were already filled with twenty cows..! So many pages and so much of time I would need to write about all 100 cows!!! I was panic for a while, what to do, how to handle……….

Suddenly, my brain said, "Idea!!! ". I played a trick to give a quick finish....Yes! I directly started with 95th cow again....

So, 95th , 96th , 97th , 98th …and finally, “while the tiger killed the 99th cow, the farmer was ready with all sharp weapons to kill the tiger, he called all the villagers and waited for the tiger in the dark…and the tiger didn’t realize that only one more catch he was left with...” ….And that’s why I scored 23! Information ran directly to my big boss somehow…and beautiful sweet and bitter moments were waiting at home!!!

Climbing the Coconut tree to search few seeds of Maths

How can I forget that I had drawn the most beautiful sketch of my life – “A Coconut tree” in Deva sir’s Maths test while he asked us to draw Perpendicular bisector using geometrical instruments!

Yes, in the test, I was little puzzled....what was going on....I wondered around for a while, peeped at my nearby candidates....it looked as if they were drawing some Banana tree/ Coconut tree (you know, something cross kind of curves on the top of a vertical line)....I thought how inefficient they were… why they required geometrical instrument for drawing that.....may be to avoid buttery hands. I was good at art works (something I feel, came naturally to me by the grace of GOD), hence decided to give it a shot with my bare hands....Felt little chest up. Huh...! Let me show you how to do it..... Finally, I possibly crafted out the best Coconut Tree ever in my life in my exam paper.....well...my interpretation of Perpendicular bisector.

Moral coaching at my front yard

To gain something, first take some pain….These little moments do have its reflections in my life and certainly have empowered me to face the world.

Recently we had shifted from Margherita to Teok.

My first class test of Nirada baideo’s Moral Science, where I got 3 out of 20! Coming home, I threw the copy behind the refrigerator in the kitchen. I was bindaas after that, as I was sure that even God would also not get that copy easily.  

In the evening, I was lying in the veranda, singing few hit Hindi movie songs one after another, probably “Zubi Zubi Zubi zu zu Zubi Zubi Zubi..”, “I am a disco dancer...”, “Aap jaisa koi mere zindegi me aaye..” etc. Suddenly two ladies came to our home……I recognized one, she was none other than my lovely Nirada baideo cum our new neighbour. 

As a result, after sometime, I found myself in the front yard which was full of grass…..kneeling down, holding my ears, with a fear of leech in every second, till the time my dad got calm down.

Approval of first Love letter (by Principal sir!!!)

Received my first love letter from someone….Excited ??? Yes, I was, but only to hand over to our Principal Sir – Sida Baruah, even without reading myself....

Hardly the bearer of the letter could imagine what was waiting for her….Hell broke on her for being the catalyst!!!…

Never-feel-like-missing the extremely interesting classes of Niren Sir, Ratneswar Sir, Minati Baideo, Uttara baideo, Mridula Baideo, Manjula Baideo…! Picnic to Kaziranga wearing Mekhela chadar!!! Participating in music competitions where I usually used to forget the wordings in between!

The years of giggling, laughter, gossips, friendship, jealousy….where teacher imparted us the lessons of life…scolded on our mistakes, encouraged and motivated us on every occasion, taught us how to respect others, and encouraged to move in life.

These are never come back moments, I know…but given a chance, I want to slurp the nectar of those lovely days once again, extract the euphemism of twittering with my lovely friends sitting in the last benches, attending extremely interesting classes of honorable teachers, inscribing hearts and carving initials on the school desks and what’s not!

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