The memory box..

Dabbay mein kya laaya”, Abhi wrote in my textbook.
“Idli” I wrote back.
“Ghar mein Idli ka factory hai kya?” said Abhi



15 minutes to go before the recess bell rings up at 10.15AM. Singh sir was “paka raha hai”.
Textbook conversations were the ‘in’ thing and it still is.



School days was all about dabbas, badi shauf, raw imli ,writing on benches…
and who can forget the pen fights, the x and zeroes. Heaven.



Having your Dabba was the most important thing during ones school days. The student who had Maggi in his Dabba was the most sought after that day. Even the girl who never used to give you a bhaav, would “have a bite” from your dabba. The next moment you are friends.



Having your tiffin when the lectures were on was an adventure and an achievement. You will see a bunch of hungry open palms under your desk the moment you open your dabba.  It was like giving prasad to a bunch of hungry devotees.



Creating Cartoons out of the text books cartoons and giving them names was another crazy time pass. I remember making eyes and nose on a picture of Amoeba in my Science textbook and naming it after my cruel science teacher.



School days always remain a nostalgia that refuses to leave one’s subconscious like an aged ink stain on the shirt. It always returns as pangs of memories about mirth and joy veiled by a distant past.



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Cheers!