School Days, Sunny Days

If I were to give a change to relive that one day I would take a reverse gear and bring the time back to my school days. I was studying in seventh standard. The new session had just begun. Summers days were filled with new humidity. So were our hearts with new enthusiasm.

We had a sitting arrangement in which rotation of seats takes place so that every child gets an opportunity to sit in the front row or first row. Since the class was new and so were the subject teachers that hardly had any idea about every student. I and my friend used to sit together in the same row next to each other. Let me tell you, I had been a very talkative student and so were my friends, so after few weeks or months our seats usually get changed. My parent teacher meetings have always been filled with this same complaint year after year. Being the new class teachers was not familiar with our history.

One day my Biology teacher was teaching the chapter “The Cell”.  She was explaining about its parts, its functions, etc. she has one peculiar habit of calling the word “It” as “Itch”.  Every time she pronounces the word “It” as “Itch”, it reminded me of the anointment “Itchguard” and its advertisement. Now when this flashes into my memory it compels me to burst into laugh, I wrote this word “Itchguard”, at the bottom of the page. So we both were literally dying to laugh. However, we controlled. But, this does not last longer. The laughing viruses inside were ready to expose themselves. The situation becomes more difficult and interesting also when your friend is sitting with you that too in the first row in front of your teacher, eye contact is bound to happen. It was so difficult to control your unruly laugh, at last we broke. I dropped my pencil and rubber both, bent down and found my refuge under my desk, there I laughed whole heartedly. My friend also applied the same technique and we both laugh there under our desks respectively. Finally, we both were caught red handed. My teacher asked – “Am I cracking a joke?” “Why you girls are laughing, so much?”. We were scoffed, scolded, and were punished with our hands up outside the class. The only good “thing about this was that the Biology period was our last period and only 10 minutes were left to over. We stood outside the class in punishment for near about 7-8 minutes, and the bell rang. Again we were on laughing mode, and when caught by our teacher we changed our expression, from the laughing mode we changed into serious sad mode. She scoffed at us, and said “Dramatic Girls”. Well, this is the end of this Hasna Hasaana story.

I wanted to relive this day because this reminds me that smile and laugh is spontaneous. The element of laugh comes instantly, when you are joyful from inside, when your heart is light and carefree. In life, when you are not focused on about the consequences of such little mistakes. Life was fun, tension free, there were lessons in learning, though we did a mistake but joys and happiness, sharing laughs and smiles were parallel to learning.

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