harsh in kinesphere

We finally visited school. Though there were only 8 of us, our teachers were delighted to see us after what seemed like ages. Happiness cannot be measured, but their faces gave a slight hint. They asked us what our plans were and what we’ve been doing. As we stood there silently for the national anthem, it seemed too familiar and too distant…….enough of that, being in a notorious batch has its advantages, one being teachers don’t tend to forget you easily. So they could atleast remember our last names, and that’s creditable.

Thanks to the internet and Orkut, most of us are in touch. Though a daily ‘hi’ is an impossibility, we are well informed about what everyone is upto. Surprisingly, our batch has engineers, doctors, veterinarians, chartered accountants, air hostesses, receptionists, chefs, animators, sailors, interpreters, dentists, businessmen and even bartenders who are tall , thin, stout, fat, skinny, muscular, baby faced, cute, chubby, filthy rich or just filthy, you name it and we’ve got it.

School life wasn’t cake walk, like my handwriting was always subject to blunt criticism. So what if my handwriting is ummmmm… hideous for some, it’s not like I didn’t try to improve. Well, WHO’S LAUGHING/ TYPING NOW?? Bullied. Admired. Mocked. All that before 15! Anyways, what’s done is done. There are many things that I still don’t understand doing, for example writing the pledge in 3 different languages for value education class or those remarks that decorated my calendar for not doing homework /* as they hardly mattered*/, but then i am glad that i did.

It’s the individuals I met in school that make school life so special. Many of the most interesting, beautiful, deceptive, funny, brilliant, whimsical people I know are from school. And even if someone wasn’t in your ‘group’ the same school connection supersedes everything. I am looking forward to having an ‘official’ school reunion in the coming years.

Laughing makes you tired and other people paranoid, so now I’ll stop laughing.