a bout of nostalgia!

it takes little these days to make a person go down the streets of nostalgia....especially in the case of someone who to this day keeps his 12th standard skool id card in his purse as a lasting souvenier of some of his treasured moments and to add to this, a collection of old group photos in his hostel room.
on february twenty eight,last wednesday to b precise,weared out after a lab session in the morning and two perenially boring classes,i was obviously in lousy spirits,made more lousy by the fact that electrical class was next......and it was a goddamn double period(well...actually not but my teacher.....ever so 'sincere' and 'enthu' to teach us(or rather finish the syllabus) decided to make it so) . she entered, i groaned,she took the chalk,i moaned......god,what did i do to beget this torture?well seemingly so,but for once god answered to my ramblings,it was then that i noticed the date .....ah february 28...and almost instantly,something struck me.wow ,march 1,the next day, the board exams start!and this was all it took for me to suddenly develop a sheepish grin on my face( in our electrical period,we generally look like we r at a dear frnd's funeral!) as i got transported to exactly one year ago...my last few days as a school student. i remembered the days spent understanding various concepts,the worries of my parents(i m not xactly the studious type.......even on the eve of the exams i played 4 nearly two hours a day ),the teachers , their advice and the endless chats with dear friends....but then how long can ur mind drift on a pointless topic such as exams....so obviously my mind wandered to my days at school.....my early days at primary level as THE SHY BOY,my time at middle skool till 8th as the jovial motormouth(once again i mean humming in class) and a minor flirt(he he cant deny facts can i?),then my final years at ps skool as the sports crazy easy going low scoring friend of all(not a flirt any more!)....my truimphs, my tragedies , every nanobit of old skool memory came back to me at that instant.the comic genius that is my physics teacher,the strict yet fair math teacher ,the bio teachers who by the end of 11th had realised that i m a goner in the subject,my english teacher ,my chem teachers,the parent-teacher meetings(i still dread them) and most of all, the various friends i made, each face cropped up in my mind!my legendary compound fracture of my radius and ulna bones(dats in my rght arm.........see i m not dat bad at bio!lol!) owing to i m proud to say BASKETBALL,the noble tradition of coming late to class and settling on the last bench(its a ritual i follow with all pious sanctity even to this day!lol!),the bharatnatyam and disco combo i did in 3rd grade, my brush with acting in class(4th std,as the prof in"mind ur language" and as "akbar "),my basketball coaching,all those friendly taunts and funny nicknames which are the essence of student life,and of course every students all time favourite.......PT CLASSES.....wow what a life !!only now after coming to coll does one realise the greatness of skool,the teachers who r much greater than wat i hav seen so far at nitt,......and rite now as i am writing this,i am missing all my old frnds.....mayb i m getting really over sentimental......but in the words of my physics teacher(the great shivku) ,"i am least bothered about it rite"?!hope it cud hav lasted forever.....and how cud i not mention this!u may hav guessed.....jus 4 the nostalgic effct,i hav bin listening to summer of 69 and mustafa mustafa while writing this article!!! ........................
and a puzzled teacher looked on for a second at the rare glimpse of a beaming student in her class!
i hav always grumbled abt my time management,but for once,i am sure that i cud not hav made better use of my time!!!dont u agree???