School days were one of the most colourful days in our life. Remembering those days brings tears in our eyes. Couple of days before in my class our professor was sharing a light moment with us and he told about the mischief that students do in class hours when they are bored. This statement made a slideshow in my mind of some wonderful moments that me and my friends did in our school days…
It’s really hard to concentrate in some subjects which we are not at all interested. In those hours we open our world of fun. It starts from playing ‘Name, Place, Animal and Thing' (its ma favourite game) to passing the ‘secret’ chits from one corner to the other. Each and every working days starts by checking the ‘time-table’. If there is physics hour, we all are happy. It is the most apt day to do our own things. While our teacher gives lecture about lens and machines, here we will be in our own world of creativity. Some wrote poems, some draw pictures, some scribbled in their notes… One of my favourite hobby was… no- no still I love to darken the ‘O,B,P,A’ letters. My textbooks looked so pretty in those ‘artistic’ works!!! :-p (to be frank am a dump in drawing, don’t know to draw a flower perfectly) Then comes scribbling something in the notes. Teachers think it as taking down lecture notes but it was my ‘own’ notes. After lots of years back when we check those notes lots of memories pops into our mind.
One of our new invention was translating Malayalam songs into English. We were fond of doing this translation works. Hey… don’t misunderstand it’s not proper translation, its just the words which translates, not even changing the structures to provide proper meaning. After the class hour the translated version will sing by the singer of the group. It was real fun!!! We laughed till our stomach ache by listening to that meaningless song which once had beautiful lyrics. Our most loved song was “Manasa maine varu…” from the film Chemmen. In class hours we invent new, stylish signatures with our names and in break time we played hide & seek and ghost house. We played it so sincerely; we never give that much sincerity to our studies. We run and hide as if there is a real ghost near us… As days passed new and new games came our way. When we reached high school our uniform dress changed and girls have to wear churidar. During class hour we tie the duppatas of the ones sit in front of us ( yaar its really dangerous) but it was fun tying each other duppatas and adding some stuffs like pencil or books in the tied duppatas. It never goes to any dangerous extends… (Thank God!!!) Sometimes our murmuring caught teachers attention and while they asks what’s that our usual reply was “ Nothing Madam” . But once we caught up in the hands of teachers, we decided to be good girls and came up with another ideas :):)
Truly, those beautiful mischievous days never come back. Without any tensions about future, without any regret of past, completely living in the present, fully enjoying those moments… They never come back again … Lovely memories!!!