Nostalgia and past is the most unbeatable combination of all times—no matter how much you hated those times back then, reminiscing them now hits that emotional chord deep down really hard. Yes, you don’t cry but your heart does. You just wish to go back and relive once…just once.
Not many of us pay heed to the days which were extremely important at some point of our lives. One such day went past and most of the people in ‘The Retro City” was too busy to recognize…and even otherwise why would a non-teacher person care about Teachers’ Day. The memories of teachers’ day celebrations are still so fresh in my mind. How all of us celebrated the day with different styles every year!! The practices use to begin two weeks before at least. Dance performances, plays, speeches, games …my goodness—how the ‘little us’ managed all that by ourselves? We managed very bit from organizing events to refreshments and decorations on the D-day. Now when I am 22, I seriously think twice or thrice before indulging into any activity. May be we lose that spontaneity when we grow young. May be we start doubting our abilities, way too much.
Anyways…though I have always believed that respect and love lay in hearts and not in days, I genuinely wanted to go and meet all my teachers on this special day. Because I don’t know where they are? (Yes, yes, I am not good at staying in touch)
I was missing all of them, specially my teachers from class 10th. Yes, teachers do play a very important role in a student’s life. They don’t just forge us into good students; they chisel us into best human beings. We need them in all walks of life..through all our lessons. Lessons from books, love, friendship and life! They were not just great teachers…they were great artists. School was fun; I so much want to go back. Writing this is making me over-sentimental (not sure if it’s a word). How we grew up within a fraction of seconds. It was just yesterday, when all my friends and me were about to leave school and avoided talking about this to each other. Because that was the time we never wanted to grow up and leave..even if it meant repeating 10th for next 20 years. Of course that sounds unrealistic, but deep down we loved each other so much and never wanted to leave. God damn we were together for complete 12 years—studying from same teachers, sharing from the same lunch boxes, playing the same old games during break time, splashing rain water one each other’s clothes…and many more things. I can go on writing endlessly about this, but time is again breaking all the bones of my feelings.
On a very nostalgic note I am ending this write-up and wishing all my teachers a very happy teacher’s day.
P.S: I am missing school. I am missing all my friends and teachers. I want all of you to be with me again..in the same place, doing the same silly stuff, laughing our asses out for absolutely nothing, wasting time……….