Seems Like Yesterday

My conversations these days begin something like this:
“I’m going to my uncle’s house to get my AIPMT forms attested. Seems like just yesterday I tagged along with my brother, to do the same for his entrance exam forms …”

Seems like just yesterday, I posted my very first poem on my blog, while in reality, my blog is celebrating its first birth anniversary.

Seems like just yesterday, Princy had sent me home saying, “You’re late because there was a puja at home? You may go home and attend the puja!” It’s two years later now, and we’re having the same puja at home.

Seems like just yesterday I was making a list of all the things I want to do after my 10th board exams, and the list still remains unchecked…only now it’s called “Things I want to do after my 12th board exams”

Seems like just yesterday, we were all keyed up about our school’s 1st “annual day”, while that actually happened 6 years ago.

Seems like just yesterday, we had got our house repainted, but old family photographs, prove me wrong.

Seems like just yesterday, I was having basketball practice with Rash and Maddy, but they’ve passed out and their respective siblings Priyanka and Shiuli have taken their place in the team.

Seems like just yesterday, I was watching the 1st High School Musical movie, but recently I’ve learnedthat everything…everything ends, including Troy and Gabriella’s senior year at high school. *sob* *sniff*

Seems like just yesterday, I was mumbling to everyone “Wake me up, when September ends!”

Seems like just yesterday, my seniors had taught me the right technique to take a lay-up. Now, it’s my turn to teach my juniors.

Seems like just yesterday, we all read the Pandora story for the first time, and cursed the pea-brain for opening the box of troubles.

Seems like just yesterday I was laughing my lungs out as Jay Leno poked fun at senator Clinton, Obama, and the old, white, bald guy, whose name I don’t care enough to remember. But Obama has been the President of the USA for an entire year already.
Moreover, Jay Leno has been replaced by Conan O’Brian.

Seems like just yesterday, I was walking home after my first day of summer-school, and a kid from my school had asked me “You had school today?”, and I had replied “Yup! I’m in twelfth!”

When things change so quickly that it almost seems like magic, when I feel like I'm living life in fast-forward, when time flies faster than a falcon, all I can do is wish for it to slow down, so that I can savour every moment , enjoy it to the fullest, and reminisce years later and say “seems like yesterday…”

Time Sure Flies

Time sure flies when you don't know what you're doing!
Here's a tribute to one of the best years of my life at XYZPS. The academic year 2008-2009 was one hell-of-a-roller-coaster-ride! The year started off at a very dull note. The teachers that we had were just as clueless about their subjects as we were (except for T Sir and S Ma'am of course.)

Our class teacher turned out to be Ms.P G. She "seemed" very nice...but soon we grew sick of her fake accent, her mispronunciations, and well...Her flab! Until the end of the year, Pam taught us one, and just one lesson. The rest were supposed to be self-studied!At first I had no idea what was going on in any of the science classes. In Physics we were doing differentiation and integration. And for a few days I completely didn't get why dy/dx was not equal to y/x! Initially we had B Ma'am a.k.a Lab Aunty, as our chem teacher. And continuously for 3 straight weeks the only topic that she "taught" was IUPAC nomenclature of organic compounds. Luckily I was placed next to K.G.M who really helped me in studies, but he,G,and V gave me major inferiority complexes. Bio classes were hell boring. S.L used to release fumes of sleeping gas into the class. We used to fall asleep the minute we entered bio-class. Back then when S.K. used to say "Shet up!". We all actually used to abide by it! Math classes used to be amazing! S Ma'am really used to bring the class to life...Her usual dialogues such as "Hall with you! Faady percent! Nou Nou Nou! I couldn't care less! Ayeeennnn!" still continue to crack me up. Man...I miss her : (

Though this was not what we expected, later on things turned out the way we wanted them to! S.K became more friendly...We got a new Chem teacher Rudrappa...T Sir started off with his PJs...We got used to Pam's flab...And we found our own way of staying awake in bio-class...Hangman!
I'm sure that if the "man" ever saw us playing the game then he needn't be hung, he'd hang himself and commit suicide. It was around this time that I finally crossed the line between the good and the bad. Together N, SN, RJ and I began to drive each and every teacher crazy. Rudrappa used to give us a 'last warning' almost everyday. Quote Rudrappa: "I yam geeving you lost waarning maa. Don't make sound in claass."
Pam always pestered us to submit our literature notes on time but N and I never got beyond four lessons even by the end of the year. And how would we? We spent most our time during English classes, coming up with crazy poems. SN was our Guinea pig for every single prank. One thing that made me feel guilty about doing so, was that she was such a good sport about it. Be it tail made of connecting wires or an early morning insult! And of course, RJ still continues to bug all three of us!

The special school functions which we unwillingly attended, somtimes turned out to be a disaster but sometimes they were a lot of fun. Independence Day, Inter school Teachers Qwiz, KaalavaraHalli trek, the BB tournaments, Puraskruthi and Aashirvachan. Aashirvachan being the best of the lot! I so enjoyed The Wave (miserably failed attempt at it), the Suspense filled environment(as to who was going to be the next school captain), and *ahem* The Lamp! :D

Moving on from the most casual year to a very crucial year of our lives has indeed proved to be a difficult task. It sure is a shame that we won't be known as 11thers anymore...

Revertigo

It often happens that in the hurry the to grow up, we fail to cherish to cherish the childhood memories, not caring to look back into the past and ponder over your used-to-be innocent, care-free self.

I recently visited my old school Cluny Convent High School. It had been exactly 10 years since I had gone there. I was at Smoka's place and she had to go there to get her study certificate. The moment we entered the gate, those old feelings came back to me. When we were walking past the slide, I felt this urge to just go for it, then and there. And that's exactly what I did. It was an amazing feeling. I felt like I was actually back at this school, having fun, not having to care about the pressure of studies, board exams, career decisions.Nothing! I felt like a kid again. I could have fun again.

I wanted to check out the whole place and find out how much the it had been changed since I had been gone. Smoka was at the office, realising that I would probably get bored at the office I decided to go explore the place. I wandered off to the 2nd floor, looking into the classrooms and clicking random pictures on my cell. Just then Smoka called me and asked "!@#$%^ where are you? We're leaving now! Come down!". WTF? It had barely been 10 minutes since we went there and we were leaving already? Smoka's parents had some work , so we had to leave. After what seemed like an eternity of begging they finally let us stay back in school and they said that they would come to pick us up later. That made us jump with joy.

That day, Smoka and I, explored every nook and corner of our former school. For her it had been the only school she had studied in. She had studied in CCHS for 12 whole years. There has got to be some kind of award for that!
We started with the school auditorium. While I was walking past the corridors, I remembered the time when I had got punished by the Head Girl for running around in that same corridor. From there I went up on stage. Looking at the empty auditorium, the memories of the Fancy Dress Competition came back to me. I had forgotten my lines due to stage fright and stood on stage blankly for like an hour. The auditorium now looked a lot smaller than I remembered. Was it because it was empty or because I had grown?

Next we went exploring about the classrooms. I found my 1st class room, which now had been converted into a store room! And I also found out that the green gate wasn't green any more. It had been painted white and blue, cause apparently those were the school colours. And the little 'chapel' that used to be there had become some kind of office. I so badly wanted to go to the Jubilee Hall but the doors were all locked. So, we just spent some time under the always-talked-about blue shade.

After clicking about a hundred pics of every corner of the school (including the 2nd floor loo, which BTW is filled with pigeon poo) we decided to leave but before that we left a nasty little, sarcastic message on the notice board.

Even though I had spent only 4 years of my life in CCHS, and I hadn't looked back at it that many times, I experienced my revertigo when I went there. My innocence, clarity of my thoughts and my care-free attitude was worth cherishing.