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Flashbacks of a student and a kid in the 90's living in Curachandpur

I remebered my first day of school,how I cried and clung to the round pillars not wanting to enter the class because it was scary with all the other children crying and scary faces of the teachers who were strangers.My parents wanted me to have a proper education,an english medium school because they couldn't speak english.My father was a teacher when I was young and he knew the value of good education.I was never dropped by my parents on the second day of school because I have a younger sister and they expected me to look after myself,follow instructions of the teachers and preferably not get lost between the school gate and the auto,I was 3 years old.I remember the auto ride between the school and home,it was quiet dangerous for kids to sit on because autos have no protective wire mash or walls proctecting the kids from falling off but that was what made auto rides exciting.We would fight over who gets to sit on the sides of the driver because the kid who sits there has a work,he would be in charge of pushing the auto when its going uphill and jumping in when the auto speeds up.The jumping in and out of autos seems so cool back then because it was done only by bigger kids and because our parents forbade us not to sit there which added more to the reason why we wanted to sit there.Jumping out of autos was so cool I began to actively jump out of the auto even if I was sitting in the back or when the auto is running downhill because I was influenced by the other kids.We kids those days were pretty dumb unlike kids today and we would beat the crap out of today's kids if we were on the same class.I remember fighting alot back then and I got scars on my face to prove it because scratching each other on the face was fighting.I remember preparing for a fight by scratching the ground because I thought dirt on my nails made my nails longer.Rap music was trending those days and I remebered the first rap song i learnt from friends which goes "im a chicken ha,vanlalmawia chicken"which doesn't mean anything to me because we don't have a Vanlalmawia in the class.We wanted to walk home from school so much we pretended to not see the auto and walked secretly home.It was a long walk but my little legs managed.I didn't enter my shop to tell my parents we were walking home eventhough it was in between home and school because I wanted to walk home from school.We had two big breaks,summer breaks and winter breaks,in which summer breaks usually occur during mid semester and winter breaks on the end of the semester.The summer breaks were the shorter ones about a month and winter breaks about three or four months.We had holidays on saturdays and sundays too.As a kid,I longed for holidays because no homework and I could play all day and shaktimaan,junior g and shakalaka boom boom or I play outside,run about in the paddy fields digging up field mouse to eat,frogs to catch or birds or dragon flies,lizards,etc.We would fly kites on windy days and swim on the cool and clear river on summer.We were usually given assignments on summer breaks but not on winter breaks because we were changing classes that is if we pass the class.The school i went to didnt accept used text books so at the end of the semester before winter breaks,we would fling our textbooks up in the air and kick our bags and sometimes friends as football.Thinking of it now it was pretty stupid because we were just destroying our parent's hard earned money but we were kids,rough kids.I remeber going outside at nighttime where we would play kids games or lie down on the middle of the road watching stars as it was relatively safe to lie down on the road at nights because there were less vehicles going about back then.Sports time was the best moments in schooling days.It was at these sports that a ghost story of someone from my class seeing a chalk flying up in the air and writing things on the blackboard because there was no one inside the class room and the person was peeking through the window.That scared me a lot till today.

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