My Student Life - Part I

Is it just me or does every one feel that the last year of their educational life should be memorable?

Every time I realize that this is my last year as a student all memories of the yesteryears come flooding back and leave my heart heavy and eyes moist. Yes, now that you have guessed it, let me accept that this is my last year as a college student. Not that I am a stranger to the life after studies. Having worked for two years in sales and marketing, I do know the charms associated with earning loads of money and having all the freedom in this world to spend it. But given a choice I would choose to retain my student life any given day.

For those who have begun thinking that I am a teacher's pet or some one who went to a very fancy school please think again. My schooling started with me being admitted to Sanctuary Tagore School (now Lancer's Convent) next to Deep Cinema in  and my school going days started with me bawling my lungs loudly enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. Luckily for my neighbors, my father's job shift made us move to NOIDA which was in its initial developmental stages in 1989 when we moved there. I got admitted to Somerville School along with my elder brother but my habits stuck. As a newly acquired classmate cum neighbor snidely remarked in later years;"I never needed to set an alarm from class one onwards, I used to know it was 7 a.m. whenever you started crying, 'Mummy aaj school nahi jana.' " Such was the effect I had and well I am not very happy about such an impression. But I guess I can be forgiven for being innocent or childish. But in case you are thinking that the daily bawling was my only bane of school life please do read on.

 All those who have had the misfortune of having an elder sibling in the same school will agree with me when I say that this is one of the biggest curses that you can have. The times when you work your @$$ off hoping to get an 'A+' grade but the teacher gives you an 'A' just because two years ago your elder sibling made something better or the times when your favorite teacher remarked at the parent-teacher meeting, "Neerav is a very good boy, but Saurabh (my elder brother) ki toh baat hi kuch aur hai..." and crumbled your tiny little heart. Yup, I know these words are like déjà vu to almost everyone who had an elder sibling studying in the same school.