Sunday, November 25, 2012

The end, which was the beginning


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

It was a classroom full of young girls. Girls of about 16 years of age. Some pony tailed, some pimpled and all smiling. As I close my eyes, I can easily be transported in that summer afternoon, the last day of our high school, just before our board exams. I don't remember who had sneaked in a camera that day. Because, some 19 years back, in a school where most students were from Bengali middle class families, cameras were a rarity! But thankfully, for that very simple non-digital camera, one of the most precious moments of my life got captured, forever!

 Yes, this is the photograph taken on the last day of our high school. After that day, depending on our marks and interests, we would be drifting in different streams, may be different schools or colleges. In an age where mobiles were not heard of and telephones at home were only for the rich, this day almost meant end of many friendships, many associations. Well, ten years of association is a hard thing to let go. Familiar faces, the feeling of security once we were inside the big walls that used to look ominous then, the teachers who scolded us and loved us, the nooks and corners where secrets were shared, confessions were made about first crushes; it was uncertain if it was a time to let go of all of it!

All of us had sang a Tagore song after the picture was taken: 'Purano shei diner katha, bhulbi ki re...", which in English means something like how can we forget the dear memories of past. And after that we had all broken down in silent,(and some not so silent) tears. We were still too young to understand that life was all about continuous change. We were still not prepared to face the hard fact that life is also a process of letting go, sometimes of most dearest things. I remember that we were all sitting at our desks even after the last bell rang! We were all in tears, hugging each other; touched by the gravity of the moment. Something was about to change. Wind of change was about to touch us. And there we were, poised with excitement and apprehension to turn the leaf of our first major chapter of life.

Today when I look at that snap, I only see the age of innocence. Oh, how happy we all looked. How carefree. Ready to take on the world, most of us still in utopia about what life is going to be. The adventure of adulthood was ahead of us. We were about to step out of the shelters of school and in to the big bad world. So many things unexplored yet. Life's kaleidoscope was about to turn. And here was a group of girls, waiting with bated breath for "Life" to unfold.

Almost 19 years have passed since then. I don't know why, even today when I look at this snap, it fills me with a strange sense of happiness and even strength! Is it because I still can palpably feel the strength of innocence, of  unconditional faith in goodness, which sometimes is so difficult to touch-base with in my life today! May be!

16 comments:

  1. Thanks for penning down the feelings in words...am sure the feelings are same for all !

    After so many long years today when walking down the road of life suddenly with a turn we meet one of those old lost friends, we get overwhelmed with the feeling of joy...a feeling, no way comparable with any other !

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    1. @Moumita...yes, so true! :) This post was part of a blogadda.com initiative where people were asked to write about one of their old photographs and I chose this! :)

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  2. Wow! This was lovely. :) Thanks for sharing those lovely memories with us Arunima. :) I am glad I came here :) Take care, be happy!

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    1. Tanya, thank you so much for your kind words! :)

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  3. Arunima...Thanks for sharing the link...It really feels great to read exactly what our feelings/memories are about our schools days...Those good days will never come back..But the memories will always be with us...Hope all is well with you...It was nice to meet you @ B'lore....Hope to meet you again...Let e know if you have any plans to come up north...valo thakis...

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    1. Thanks Jayeeta. When are you coming to Blore next? Dont forget to meet up! :) Amar kono plan nei re toder odike jabar

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  4. Nice schooldays memory ... :)

    Also check out my entry which takes a different angle at school day gangs :)

    http://ankitmahato.blogspot.in/2012/11/strolling-down-memory-lane.html

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    1. Thanks Ankit. Will visit your blogpost soon for sure!

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  5. Too good Arunima...couldn't hold my tears while reading..

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    1. Thanks Srabani. I am so glad that you liked it! :) Take care.

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  6. A lovely post. Good to see you back here on blogspot. Keep writing, be it on weekends or otherwise.

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    1. Thank you :) will try to be more regular here....waiting for your next post! :)

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  7. Beautifully written! What you've written perfectly captures what probably everyone feels looking at their school pictures, that feeling of nostalgia and a lingering happiness, as if it were only yesterday! :)

    Priya @ Conversations

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