Pebbles and the play hours are beauties of life! (Part of School memory collection!) This was Friday. Morning I woke up very early. Every Friday I used to because Friday we have play hour in the School. The only memory I love about, my alma mater! So today, I am going to be selected by a plant leaf fortune test for the ‘Khabadi’ (a sport of Indian origin played by teams of seven on a circular sand court) teams in the Class, beautiful! Why? I was a good ‘khabadi’ player in the School, certainly big a Voww! a fun. This day was also an important day in life for another sneering reason. For, I have to remember that play hour terribly missed! A punishment for reasons, which I never come to know since. A mystery in life, and never ever did not get this secrecy exposed! How did headmaster come to know what I have done today on the road? Anyone else ever knew it! (I never told to anyone, even Gayu!) Memories go itinerant….. Prathyasha Upper Primary School is my Alma Mater. My school, my aide memoir. However, I remember the school only for one reason. A play hour I did not make it to happen. Quite a strange thought, often it is. May be an injustice, yet it is true. It was more for the reason that is reminiscent of a punishment from the Head Master. Everyday, I had to walk almost one km in between the School and home. This School walk was memorable in life too. Here we have learnt to be sociable, some lessons of struggles and survival. During this distance, I learn to fight with peers, make fun of college going senior girls, and make big voice. As I was to walk from Karthikapuram (Home) to Udayagiri (School) everyday, I made whatever fun I could make and even more. Yet, this morning I have none. Neither younger brother nor friends accompanied. Today walking is too boring. I am alone! Therefore, this sniping morning while I was on the way to school, I used to fill road with stones and pebbles. I developed this pastime act, just for fun, which could easily worry vehicles especially, Jeep and Two Wheelers on the road. They were also the only vehicles in our hilly terrain. I have eventually found a two-wheeler slipped on the pebbles, which I placed there. Someone fell down and wounded. I knew the person very personally. Achha (father) knew him also. I did not know what happened later. Never stopped my run from the accident spot, until I reached the school. Went to classroom and attended Math class of ‘Kunjamma’ Mrs. What a cool and innocent boy. By noon, Head Master called me from the classroom. However, it was my beloved P T hour. I was little bit hurried and fleeting. As I approached Headmaster, he shouted at me and asked if I had filled road with stone? I got hell bound and frozen. I replied in the negative but he was not convinced and punished me to clean the school field. As I was, cleaning and picking all rubbish litters and paper waste from the open School field, my classmates passed by to take joy of their P T hour. I did not know how Head Master came to know it, if anybody knows. Even today, I am bit sad and sober about the play hour I missed! Terribly, missed an hour to play with classmates, Oh God!, Oh my School, how did I miss that play hour? Who told headmaster it was me who filled all that pebbles on the road? There were no other persons on that spot except two-wheeler rider and I. In fact, two-wheeler rider did not identify me as I have run the moment he slipped on the pebbles. A mystery and a pain ever since. However, never ever I had such a beautiful experience in life. I felt as if I have been between cup and lips. Pebbles are beauties ever since in life. Play hours too. Roads, Two wheelers, and school field, litters and Headmaster are fabulous memories. Yet, who told Headmaster it was me?!
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 06:16:30 +0000