School days...

There’s something about friends who knew you from kindergarten to the tenth grade… (not that the friends afterwards are different. but they end up being somewhat similar to you.. )

The 15 year old child bride, the google software developer at Riverside , the sindhi business woman in Dubai, the lecturer in a community college in rural Karnataka .. a dozen lovely married women with kids ( I mean how many married women with kids do I hang out with nowadays!!!:)) ,the lovely married women without kids,the doctor’s wife in Chicago , the CA in Dubai …the Mumbai Muslim girls who are probably married…and who I have no clue about their whereabouts now because I was out of the country when they called home…I probably won’t get to meet many like them now a days ..but I think those friends the ones who’ve really seen you grow up from the age of 3 to 15 …. They kind of know the real you …the person before the degrees, the husbands and the concept of who was cooler and who was richer or who was smarter . .
these were just girls you spent 4 hours each day ,six days a week for 12 yrs ..whenever and if I ever bump in to these girls again, no matter how many years we haven’t stayed in touch.. I’m sure we’ll always connect in the same way we did as 5th graders..

Some school facts…

I think from Kindergarten till the first grade I used to carry my pencils in the long plastic box thing that toothbrushes came in.. looking back it seemed weird and I wondered why my parents didn’t just by me a pencil box.. Later I learnt that it was my brilliant idea ..good step towards recycling….

The first time my family had Pizza (maybe second grade) and donuts (maybe ) prep (UKG) was after I heard from one of my classmates at school about the deliciousness of the above mentioned food items.. can you imagine a second grader dragging her parents to a Pizza Hut ??!??!..that’s what I did ..we became regular pizza eaters after that.. a good change from my dad’s favourite –KFC.


My mom did all my embroidery and stitching work for all such classes…and my dad used to make pretty good charts for work I volunteered for to put up in school notice boards.. they were pretty good works of art… some of them were still at the school resource centre the time I left….

In our school teachers used to ask us kids to get photocopies to distribute to the rest of the class.. usually it wasn’t a lot .the standard dialogue would be .” Who can get their parents to get photocopies”. There were a lot of us who eagerly volunteered…and when it was my turn dad had to photocopy some 34 pages… probably isn’t a big deal but even then…