Well.. I’m moving out of my first company to my second.. I feel good and bad.. and at time.. it doesn’t feel anything... It remands me of days of schools and colleges...
Funny part is when u join a school/college u know u’ll be out of the place after certain period..( well if u really piss off the teachers they’ll send u a bit early.. but if u need to take ur own time to study things.. u can have a late departure.. one more scenario is double promotions.. which was/is not in my bandwidth ,so I don’t talk abt it)Still when it’s the last day u feel like staying back there forever...
U miss friends.. u miss masti.. u miss the classrooms.. u miss ur teachers(few yes.. few others u prefer not to see again),u miss the subjects(no... this is not true.. at least for me who hated Social science, Drawing, SUPW... it isn’t) The very famous dialogue u will utter is “ I didn’t notice the time flying. All went off so fast” When u know 1year is 365 and 1/4 days.
I too feel the same and even say the stupid thing again and again at each pre-planned departures.. Well .. now I start thinking of my initial days of school..
I lost an year in my education.. LKG.. Due to personal reasons i couldn’t attend(Wow i had personal reasons in my KGs.. thats Awesome.)I was directly put to UKG.. My mom taught me stuffs that r to be taught in LKG.. After all she’s B.Sc ,B.Ed.. It was my first interview ever.. I was taken to a place having high compound walls.. a big gate and lots of creatures like me... I had no clue y was dad taking me here.. I had never thought of going to school.. Well none of us have joined school after thinking about it.. I was taken inside a room where a tall lady with curly hair was sitting.. Dad knocked the door and asked.. “ May i come in ma’am”.. She replied “yes”.. We went inside.. she asked us to sit.. We sat.. Dad and the ma’am started discussing something in Kannada.. which i didnt know back then... Then she looked at me and smiled... I smiled back..
She asked me my first question “what’s your name?” I knew the answer.. i replied “My name is Anisha B Nair”.. I seriously had no clue who or what is Anisha B Nair... I was addressed by my pet name Anu everywhere then... She was impressed.. She passed me a book... I was happy to see the book.. because i had the same book at home.. I was like... “hey... my book”.
She opened it and asked me to read.. It was my hobby to read that book at least 25 times a day as if i’m reading Bhagavad Gita.. I took the book and started reading.. “A for Apple.. B for Ball...” i kept on reading till she said “very good”. She turned to my dad and said something... He nodded.. she nodded.. rest i dont remember..
We finally got out of the room.. One more lady came and was talking in tamil... Dad started talking to her . He said “ take care of her” in tamil . That lady turned to me and asked “peru enda?” It was malayalam in tamil actually.. I replied “Anu” ( i told u .. Anisha was a stranger to me).
They took me to a room... A big room with lot of kids and a lady.. that lady came out of the room talked to my dad.. said “yes yes” and took me inside the room... She made me sit on the first bench of left corner.. Next to a girl... Who was full smiling.. I turned back to the doors sitting there.. Saw my dad standing and waving me bye.. I was like “Eh?” he then left.. I craned my neck to see him leaving through the gate..
Now i was totally alone in this place which i didnt know is a school... I saw many kids.. all were staring at me... Ma’am addressed the kids and said something.. ending it with “Anisha” and all clapped... I had no idea it was for me.. I sat there.. the girl next to me..Was a lot talkative.. she asked me something is Kannada.. I gave her a “i dono” look and turned back to ma’am.. she again asked me something.. i repeated my previous action... She and some other girls giggled...
I dont rem how the day went off later... I was back at home.. where mom asked me “how was it?” questions.. When I was thinking “wat was it /why was it?”. I told her everyone is saying something which i’m not understanding... At that time maximum kannada.. I knew was A—amma,AA-aane.. as mom (who learnt kannada to teach me) taught me.. but no one was speaking.. A-amma,AA-aane...
Dad said "she need to learn few kannada words she’ll be fine".. UKG before mid term was the time when u could mark in the history as “existence of silent(not talkative) Anisha( I know it's me now)”.. After that, i was having the highest record of being thrown out of the class, Made to stand up on the bench.. Made to stand in corner.. just for talking in class and making noise... even my teacher say the same to me now when i meet them...
Memories of those six months are less which include.. Kids not including me in games, not talking to me, not making friends with me and such i learnt my initial kannada.. “missige heltheeni” meaning “I’ll tell to ma’am” On saying which.... all was well.....
But I still take it to be my biggest achievement to give my last speech in the school (during 7th grade, Send off) in Kannada without a script... That’s the biggest ever I learnt from any school/college..
