When I was in school, after the summer vacations, April was the best month of the year. We would have gotten our year end results by march end, and have a break for about 10 days till the first week of April. Then the new session would begin and so would the excitement. I always loved school during those days, when the text books would be brand new, and the note books totally bare.
Sitting with my parents and younger sister on the weekend before re starting school and covering each of the books carefully with brown paper was fun in its own way. However, our ( mine and my sisters) contribution was limited to picking labels of our choice and deciding which ones were to go on which book.
Then first day at school was always great fun. Meeting the same friends after a 10 day break, discussing what we did over the holidays, deciding where to sit in class, and how fast to go if we wanted seats of our choice. Getting to know the new class teacher firstly give out the timetable. We used to put in a huge effort to draw this out neatly in the ‘Rough Notebook’. And thankfully so, cos this would be the only so called ‘neat’ work in the book, since the rest of the year, the notes would be used only for playing ‘Bollywood’, or ‘Rockets’ in class. The remaining day would be spent meeting the other teachers having scheduled classes that day.
There wouldn’t be any exams in the next 5 weeks of school after whicj we would push off for the summer break, so they used to be absolutely worry free. All the teachers would give free hours without hesitation and we would have an awesome time and completely freak out.
May was the same in terms of classes but by then the heat would be worse. April in terms of weather in the north was also heavenly. School would start at 7 when there would be a cool breeze and finish at around 1 in the afternoon when it was defnitely very hot. But even that wouldn’t stop us from playing in the grounds till about 2 when the bus would finally leave, and the driver woukd resort to threatening to leave us behind if we took any longer.
Coming home , and having lunch while reciting the entire days happenings to mom was a routine. And with two people trying to do it at the same time, it was also pretty confusing. The afternoon nap followed by the home work session never seemed very painful at that time. Evenings in April were again very much looked forward to, to rush to the streets and join the other children from the colony and play till it started getting darker at around 7. Coming home to a glass of cold water, watching TV with Dad, dinner with the family, packing the books for the next day, polishing the shoes, and finally going to bed exhausted but happy, and looking forward to the next day.
As I sit at home enjoying the last few holidays before I start working, I cant help but think that school life was so much more wonderful than I ever realised.