Here's me gng down memory lane..once again...

--->I recall those days spent on the terrace, under the buliding water tank, on those pipes. That place was our headquarters; we would do hours and hours of plotting and planning of how we'd spend our holidays.

--->I recount those days when all the children from the society would gather in the building compound to play. We played and played and played some more. The highlight of our lives was the game of chor-police and ghar-ghar.

--->I remember birthdays. They were the most awaited days. Distributing chocolates to the whole class and all the teachers, wearing new clothes and feeling proude of being a year older.

--->I remember the times we fought..like there was no tommorrow. But we were back togther as thick pals the next day. There were no grays in our lives; either you love someone or you don't. It was all black and white.

--->I remember exam time..unit tests were most hated and semesters more so. Learning pages of information to spill it all over the answer sheets. Feeling happy on the last day of exams, welcoming the summer vacations, treating ourselves to ice-creams and playing away in the evening.

--->I remember the monsoon. Wading thru mud pools in gum boots and rain coats. Monsoon was meant to get wet...change and get wet again.

--->I remember my fav. teacher..Mr.Ganatra. He left school for a better venture. We all had given him a souvenir. Wonder whether he still has it.

--->I remember the days when luch time was spent running between classrooms and Tiffin box was eaten during breaks or on our way home (to avoid shoutings from mom). Free periods were a God-sent and remarks in the calender meant signature from the parent.

--->I remember the time when punishment was standing on the classroom bench or kneeling down outside the class. Library meant Enid Blyton's, Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys.

--->I remember school picnics. A trip to Aarry Milk colony and Chota Kashmir. Camping was at Mahableshwar.

--->I remember Sports Day. Winning was an extra point in the "Blue House" kitty. Annual Day....the day of showcasing one's talent.

I remember my childhood. I hope today's childern have just as many memories of their childhood. I wish their memories are not virtual and are more real.