Pin Drop Silence

I had this teacher in my previous school who was probably the nicest teacher in the world. She used to make learning fun y'know. Very few teachers can actually do that.

She was quite tall, at least 5'7", she loved teaching and loved kids even more! She  had a slightly small voice, and found t rather hard to teach when all of us were making noise. She used to carry a hair pin to class and when she need us to quiten down, she'd pick the pen of her desk, mentally count to ten, and drop the pin. We'd all listen really close, and if we were quiet enough, we'd be able to hear the pin fall. The sound was quite amazing. It's stuck in my head, just like so mant others.

I still remember this little snippet as my life in the third grade, especially in noisy places.

Of Little Children and Railway Stations

I was on my way back home from school this evening, and if you have travelled by the 'Mumbai Loocall' yet, you'd know that you get these ticket coupons, which a machine validates, so you skip the queue.

I saw this kid who looked rather distraught and a little frightened. He looked eight years old, stood abut four and a half feet tall, wearing what looked like a government school uniform and had a slightly pointed but very... umm... cute? no probably innocuous face. So I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he had forgotten his pass somewhere. I asked him where he wanted to go, and he said he needed to go to his home in Andheri. I punched in a four rupee coupon, handed it to him and said, "Here, take this and go home."

He took it, gave me a grin from ear to ear, said thank you, and walked down the platform. I saw him get on and that was it. I didn't see him anymore. I still remember the smile he gave me. It really looked like :D. I'm happy now, for some weird reason. I think making other people happy is the nicest thing you can do to yourself.

This.Is.Shenanigans

Things get unnecessarily confusing more often than you think. Especially when you're in school. I hate going to school :(

Everything about school is pretty darned awesome, except for the students, which kinda is the entire school no? Aside, let me tell you why. I was at school, in literature class, when I thought something was really ironic, and made me laugh. When I said it, only my teacher laughed. I just thought " EVERYONE ELSE! Y U NO FIND FUNNY?"

Turns out, no one is school cares a bit about anything thats intelligent, or interesting. Everything is 'By Hearted', and nothing else really counts. Nobody really cares about moving beyond the obvious, and learning about the mysteries of the world. I just feel really sad when nobody cares.

Sometimes I wish I was back in my old school, back with the people whom I talk to on a regular basis, and back to a space I know appreciates.... Being a little beyond. 

DIS NOT FAE!

Memory

The last post I wrote was somewhat impulsive. I was thinking about someone, and decided to post some lyrics from a song called 'On Every Street', by the 'Dire Straits'. I just thought the person I was thinking about might, somehow intuitively know,  that I'm talking to them. There's so many people who come and go, for a variety of reasons. Choices, thoughts, words, expression. There's more to that list. I'd just say you should really value the people you have, because once they are gone, you miss them really bad.

I moved schools, five years ago, and in the process, lost more than a uniform. I lost a part of me.

Most days, I regret the decision. I wish I could go back. To what I had. To what I lost.

I'm going to leave you with a line from 'Stereo Hearts' by 'Gym Class Heroes'.

"Appreciate every mixtape your friends make,
You never know they come and go like they are on the interstate"