Saturday noon’s turn out to be so good each week! Especially once when your five-days-a-week college reopens! This Saturday was no different. Instead of chatting and hanging out with old classmates, I was having a nostalgic talk with my mom about my and my sissy’s childhood.
She recalls how di, 6yrs elder to me, used to hate going to school during her kindergarten days. It wasn't that she hated studies or teachers or the infrastructure. It was all the language problem mess! Born and initially nurtured there for a few years, in a south-Indian state, all she knew was Kannada, Kannada and Kannada! No English, No Hindi. Finally when they shifted to Ahmedabad, they had to enroll her to school .Mamma recalls how daily she used to come back home crying and telling “I won’t go to school tomorrow! Nobody talks to me. I am the only one sitting alone during the recess time watching others play and enjoy!” Also, the school was quite far from their home, so an Auto wale uncle used to come & pick her up daily, while for other kids, it was their dearest mamma kissing them & hugging them & consoling them outside the campus gates! This made my sissy feel sad to which she used to say “Please, you too come to drop & pick me up daily as others mother do. I don’t want to go in an auto rickshaw!”
I can feel how much abandoned she would have felt in school during that time and I’m thankful that it passed out soon!
Having seen this state of my sis in her wonder years, when I was to be admitted to school, my mother was the most tensed! What pains a mother more than her child complaining of solitude? That too in an age when she should be having loads of friends and masti! Unlike as in my sissy’s case, My kindergarten school was just a few kilometers away from our home. So mamma used to drop me to the school daily. But each time she used to walk away from the gates. Never did she come to my class. The only reason behind it was she didn't want to see her younger one going through all that again-sitting all alone in the class, having lunch alone and stuff alike. A few days passed by and I never complained about anything to her. Considering me as one of the children who won’t wish to let their parents know about the happenings in the school, one day she decided to climb up the stairs and walk to my class but only after a few minutes of my entering it. What she noticed left her in tears!
I, was sitting atop the teacher’s desk (of course, before her arrival into the class!) and as soon as I did that, all the children gathered around me calling my name “Pooja...Poooja...Pooja”! A fan-following attention, I must say! :P
She still narrates this thing to my aunties and uncles, telling them how relieved she had felt that day!