Back To School
Vacations are over and its now time to be back to school.Wow!!It is a very pleasant sight to watch Aakriti,Greeshmi,Bhavesh,Meghna go to school.Bhavesh wakes us up as early as 5.30am with his loud cry.We live together in the same apartment.They have joined nursery class.Neatly ironed new uniforms, new shoes. Isn't is really very exciting.The smell of new books,uniform,shoes & socks... I wanna get back to my school. Meeting old friends after a long break,discussing about their hols was delightful.1 or 2 days just passed chit-chatting.New entrants were like aliens/strangers,staring at them and negligent to even say a "HI".It took almost 3-4 months to accept the new comers.
I was always a back-bencher.Only one reason to be early to school on the re-opening day was to a find a good place in the back seat.Unfortunately, I had to take up the 1st row in my 12th standard as I was late on the 1st day.Only then I realized why the 1st benchers were the 'all-time favorite' for the teachers.All their pranks right under the teachers nose would go unnoticed & caught were the back-benchers.Teachers never used to catch hold of the front-rowers as they were supposed to be very obedient & studious.
Thinking about my school & college makes me nostalgic.This transformation from student,employee,wife,daughter-in-law,mother has been drastic & challenging.After all "ALL THE WORLD's A STAGE".
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
----William Shakespeare.
Vacations are over and its now time to be back to school.Wow!!It is a very pleasant sight to watch Aakriti,Greeshmi,Bhavesh,Meghna go to school.Bhavesh wakes us up as early as 5.30am with his loud cry.We live together in the same apartment.They have joined nursery class.Neatly ironed new uniforms, new shoes. Isn't is really very exciting.The smell of new books,uniform,shoes & socks... I wanna get back to my school. Meeting old friends after a long break,discussing about their hols was delightful.1 or 2 days just passed chit-chatting.New entrants were like aliens/strangers,staring at them and negligent to even say a "HI".It took almost 3-4 months to accept the new comers.
I was always a back-bencher.Only one reason to be early to school on the re-opening day was to a find a good place in the back seat.Unfortunately, I had to take up the 1st row in my 12th standard as I was late on the 1st day.Only then I realized why the 1st benchers were the 'all-time favorite' for the teachers.All their pranks right under the teachers nose would go unnoticed & caught were the back-benchers.Teachers never used to catch hold of the front-rowers as they were supposed to be very obedient & studious.
Thinking about my school & college makes me nostalgic.This transformation from student,employee,wife,daughter-in-law,mother has been drastic & challenging.After all "ALL THE WORLD's A STAGE".
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
----William Shakespeare.
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