Memories from a distant Past

Was listening to the song Bahon ki dharmiyan from Khamoshi, when I was suddenly bitten by the nostalgia bug. Was instantly teleported to the gud ol’ school days , when life was simple and sweet.

We used to look forward to the class trip every year. The moment we get green signal from our HM , we start our meticulous planning. 'Macho' guys of the class take care of deciding places to visit , arranging for transport , acco and other logistics. I can vividly remember the feverish activities during the excursion eve….pressing and packing the clothes, choosing which music cassettes to carry , shopping for odds and ends, packing all these stuff while the music system blares out the latest ARR album in the backgnd.

Fun part of trip is the bus travel….……guys dance ,gals shout something which they call antakshari , everyone trying desperately to catch attention of everyone else . This is where someone , who would generally keep to himself , will reveal all the crushes he had had that year ………this is where a naïve pazham guy wud get courage to say a hi to the girl he targets…..this is where ‘rowdy’ gal will take the ‘pavam’ guy for a ride…….this is where someone attempts his first dhum …..this is where u will get to hear the latest gossips about all pairs in the school…..this is where some affairs start and this is where some affairs end !! Getting back to school with sore throats and high spirits , the excursion hangover will last till u get tired of laughing over all the pranks and seeing photo album for the umpteenth time !!

Memories,memories, memories…..…..oh, anything to get back to those colorful, carefree school days !!