The good ole' days!

On days such as today, when I chanced across some school kids eagerly on their way towards the sports day pitch, I get reminded of my own school days in Indian Education Society's English Medium School of Ernestville. Oh! The magic in the air, the adrenaline pumping in the blood and the eager look on the onlooking parents' faces! I am, of course, lying. Neither was my school located in Ernestville, nor did my parents look on eagerly as I prepared for races. The reason for this is that, and pay close attention here, I am revealing a secret, I did not participate in any!

Not that I was a slob or a lazy bones. I weighed only about a quintal and I usually finished my work about two weeks after the deadline had passed. Of course, you are bound to ask the question: Radgovin, how did a brilliant mind like yours sustain itself through the mundanity and banality that passes for school these days. To this, I will reply: I am not in school these days! When I was in school, way back in the 1800s, school was a fun and a hip place. Except for the lectures, sports and the laboratories, school was a really cool place. We learnt a lot many things that would mould us to become the human beings we are now (which, considering all the facts, is not a good thing)

An important lesson we learnt as kids in school was that you should never throw a chewing gum at the professor when he is writing on the black board. This can have serious repercussions such as you failing in the Professor's subject as well as dropping out of school. You should get rid of the chewing gum in the socially and politically correct fashion. You should stick it to the hair of the kid sitting in front of you. And that too only if some seat / table is unavailable. Another thing we learnt is that canteen food is not a good substitute for good wholesome home food. Especially if you want to smack someone with good wholesome food in the face, the soft "rotis" prepared at home are a better weapon than what they serve at the canteen. Some of my friends are still serving time for when they attacked the canteen owner with some of his preparations.

So you see, as compared to the kids of today, we were quite a lucky lot. And I say this because I never had a chewing gum stuck to my hair for all the years (seven zillion quantimillion, and that is just the time spent in the first lecture of the morning!) that I spent in school.

Those were the really good ole' days!