school days....

Mornin 6:30 am...suddenly my mom starts scolding me terrribly..."ye kya u dint wake up yet..i am tired of wakin u up everyday..." n then i would get up slowly with a heavy heart...
wel tht ws my everyday ka routine....i was too lazy to get up myself...finally after a lot of illogical thoughts i would realize tht its 6:50 n my school van comes sharp at 7:15...so better be ready..
getting out of the bed i would straight away rush to the bathroom which fortunately or unfortunately used to be occupied by my sister...after al usse bhi toh school (NAHI) jana hai but ye another style of torture tha...so there starts my mahabharat ka yudh...so everyday around 6:55 i was privileged with the golden opprtunity of entering the sacred bathroom which was allowed only for ten min..doesnt matter you complete your aarti n aradhna or not ..whatevr..
so by 7:10 i would be ready..but still fighting with my hair style...as it never used to look gud..newy finally after a hell lot of struggle i would manage to get ready by 7:14...coz the van never bothered to wait for 2 min...
anyway so with the school shoes in my hand i would rush through the gate and sit on the front seat..so busy tying my shoes ki mummy ko bhi bye nahi bol pati thi...after all famous people like me are always in a hurry ..after all each second is precious for them..
chalo ye toh tha mera morning routine of going to the school- the best place on earth....:)
now d real school life...
so immediately after reaching my classroom i used to rush to the last bench to occupy the seat-it was one among d popular seats in our class..
then at 7:45 our school bell would ring..calling everyone for morning prayers..though that used to be the best place to start our morning gossips...:)
After all the morning prayers, bhaashan n stuff finally by 8:00 pm they used to relieve us of that horrible torture...so that we could encounter our next torture...the superb classes..
english class...Mrs. Lata Balaswamy(name changed)...our great english teacher..who used to be in her own world..a wonderful floral printed synthetic saree along with bright slippers and afcourse her unforgettable specs with the golden chain that used to add to her beauty...thats more than enough to identify her...she used to enter with a sweet smile and always wished to c the same smile on our face in return..but to her dismay..it never happened.
anyway so after taking the attendance c used to open the flights of imagination..(our poetry book)n then used to fly in a different world of imagination...and u would find the students half asleep but stil with some amount of consciousness so that they could instantly stand up to answer the questions asked by her,coz no one could bear her scolding as it contained nothing but a lot of chaatu bhaasan..but the best part ws even while scolding she had the bright smile on her face...finally the bell-ring after 45min used to shake us from our dreamy world and was a warning to get ready for the next torture...BIOLOGY
BIOLOGY:..it was basically a class that used to train us on how to write better and faster...and how to grasp some of the words which are pronounced in the worst possible way..Mrs Urmila Raman(name changed)..c had a peculiar look...two teeth were prominently seen even when her mouth was closed..generally in suits..drowsy look on her face n a neatly tied top knot...wel thats more than enough to describe her...d moment she used to enter all the children would be seen with a sulked face...that was how we used to welcome her..
No attendance nothin...c always had a bundle of notes in her hand and her only target was to make the students write a minimum of 15-16 pages in a single class..doesnt matter what..
so we used to have special pens during her class hours which would provide maximum protection to our fingers...though none of the pens succeeded..Wel finally left with no choice we used to literally struggle with the pen and paper ..and on top of that we had to be too good in grasping some of the easiest words pronounced in the most difficult ways...e.g.(wooden=ooden)a class where we dint even had the time to breathe so gossiping was out of question.and some of the attentive students were stictly warned not to utter a single word in her class which mite show a sign of doubt on their face coz a single doubt asked by them was answered by an extra 2 page writings that too with some of the familiar but peculiar sounding words...and finally by 9:30 we used to be rescued by shyam bhaiya(name changed)...for ringing the bell...
so there are still a number of subjects and period left..but writing about all of them in a single day is not possible..so i would prefer writing in parts...i hope reading this would remind u of your own school days..afterall they are the best days of our life....
...................to be contd..