My Plus days...

One fine morning… it was the day when I went back to school where I did my 11th and 12th …I stepped into my school compound, I just forgot the present and start roaming around in the past…it’s nearly 6 years after I left my school. But still I memorize the day when I stepped into the class on the very first day...Joining the class after 3 months of the school year from another school. So my class was waiting for the new comer. Got a very cheerful welcome and following those 2 years. The most gorgeous time in my life…the days which I never desire to put out of my mind till my end...

I was wandering around… in the class… in the library...in the lab...in the floor…wherever I wanted to go, I went. All I could see my friends, I could listen to our hum, I could feel the mesmerizing environment into which I lived before 6 years…

I went to my teachers. ..My ever loving best teachers. neither them nor me ever felt it’s almost 6 years over after I left the school…chatting like as before…shared everything….they recollected each and every moments of their first batch...the most electrifying and most vibrant batch…..each and every faces, every incidents….we went back to the same old days…Started from the very opening day, debate competition, our nature club camp, youth festival, tour, exams, inaugural ceremony of our school building ,then at the end ,our farewell on which day we all cried…I wondered!! After my batch, 5 batches passed out… But, my teachers still remember each and every faces of the first batch??? they said,” After you people, we never get such an amazing batch…” I felt like am on the top of the world…-:)

We recollected everything…first turn was of debate competition...Berly sir still remembers “Shameera’s chayakkada”…the question “bondayykku entha englishil parayuka??” we were seeing the stage and the function again… I could see me also in the stage with shoji sir’s team…--:)

Then started about the camp….I was remembering about the biological names of the plants…I never forget the same….we, some curious girls, always keep on asking about the scientific names of the plants whatever we are seeing…Berly sir was replaying and at the end he fed up with our stupid question and answering like “Indiana botanica, astricana italica…’ we “budhoos” scribbling in our writing pad…we couldn’t understand even after long time also that sir was joking…and when we realized, our book was filled with a hell lots of biological names of “Chappu chavaru”

Again loads of incidents during the camp…boat riding in the dam, trucking in the forest, running afraid of elephants, anthakshari in the night…..etc etc… Then I met George sir, my class teacher for 2 years. He was saying “I miss my class a lot deepa. I never felt happy with any other batch as much I was happy with you people…” I could see on his face his love and affection for his children…

Then Roy sir came up with a fascinating thing…he asked me to give a session about global warming to the members of nature club…I dint know what I would tell them? Didn't refer anything…But sir told,” no deepa u can. Do it”…I got into my full swing…and rocked as usual……ha ha….but for me the most exciting thing is, I could intermingle with the students who are 5 batches junior to me… I could talk to them, I could share my thoughts with them, I could get their outlook ….I could find out their wavelength very quickly…its one of the most cherished moment in my life…

Then Sister Celin (our Hindi teacher) took me to one class...they wanted me to share my experiences in an MNC…when I entered into the class, all got stand up… “Ammooooo” I was shocked and blushed out….I told them “yyooo….avide irunno...Plz…” they also laughed out….they started to shoot me with queries. But I was just like in a dream…I was staring at one girl who was sitting where I sat long back. she might have thought” ee deepa chechiyenthina enne ingane thurichu nokkunne” --:) I truly wished, if I could sit there once more for some while, if I could listen to the classes once more… if I could ……

Lunch break…


I saw the students rushing for having their lunch….I was standing in the 2nd floor and watching them…again I went back to old days. I could see my best pals and me in that ash and light blue uniform standing next to the hand wash area….always keep on talking about something ,laughing and cherishing their each and every moments…someone called and woke me up…I just twisted my face from them coz my eyes were welled up…

Time for Alvida...

Rani teacher was saying "stay back Deepa for some more time...we love to talk to you…”but I had to leave…I felt like weeping while I was leaving from there…

I left school by around 3.00 with lots and loads of blessings and best wishes...and a handful of loving and beautiful memories...


What I could say… It’s my school...it’s my playground. …a place which is linked with me from my previous births. Where I cultured the whole lot… I got my ethics… my strength…my confidence…my outlook.

My teachers, with whom I can share anything even my very personal things…my well wishers….and above all, my best friends too…I know, I can’t get such kind of teachers even in my reincarnation also...Missing someone there like Emily teacher, Shoji sir, Theresa Teacher.

Thanks to all my dearest teachers….Starting from our beloved Principal Mathew Sir, then George Sir, Berly Sir, Rani Teacher, Augstin Sir, Roy Sir, Emily Teacher, Sabu Sir, Sister Celin, Deepa Teacher, Jaymol Teacher, Theresa Teacher, Jyothi Teacher, Sajin Sir, Jomsy Teacher and last but not least our great Manager Fr. Mathew Panachikkal..

And my best friends... part of my life....my entire class...the moments we spent and shared with each other...the incidents where we stood by holding our hands together...the issues where we showed our unity...the happiest moments where we celebrated like anything...Together we lived with the harmony of friendship… I miss you all and love you a lot....

One day, if The Almighty come to me and ask” tell me one day from your past which you want to live once more in your life, I will give you”. I would surely ask one of the days from my school days so that I can live again one day with my friends, my teachers in my class...

And I was humming on my way…… “

Oru vattom koodiyen ormakal meyunna thirumuttathethuvan moham….”