THE GREAT LAMHE IN NAVRACHANA!!!
Yaad aayenge woh days,
When I dreamt to be an organ of navrachana;
I was led by my mother’s fingers,
With a small bag on my chote-chote shoulders.
I didn’t ever know ki main kaun si kaksha mein padhta tha!
All I knew was that main school jaane lagaa tha!
Bade-bade buildings on my way to balwadi inspired me……
I’ll also grow big and join the school …yehin meri aasha thi..
I got the chance to be the seniormost in senior kg
But still I didn’t know how to write the letter ‘G’
Masti toh karta but it was different from its present form
Innocence se man chhalakta and there was no norm.
Got through the interview aur aaya main navrachana mein
Sab nayaa tha and there wasn’t any dismay
1st standard ab jaisa suhaavna na tha
it was a simple classroom aur sweetie mam ka pyaar hamesha tha.
Masti thi par we were genuinely afraid of a black dot!
Subah ki assembly was all that made us feel junior
Notebook mein ek chhota sa ‘good’ also made us feel happy
At that time id idn’t know ….
Ki assembly mein bhasan dene waala woh principal hain jo,
Was a person to be scared of
With dil mein thhoda sa khauff!
The kitchen was on the stage..
Khaane mein tha wahin taste without any change
We compulsorily had to bring a napkin
So that mam gave a grin
Recess was great fun
Kyonki school ek badi si bhul-bhulaiya whose mystery was to be undone
Aaj school is almost a concrete jungle!
With a few trees ready with the concrete to mingle
Unlike today hamein char pt periods the
And the present garden area was a jungle jim which was our way
The staff room was like a kaccha house on the volleyball court,
Lagta tha koi gareeb raja ka chhota sa fort
And in that thatched roof we got fountain pepsi
For which mom se jhagadkar paise lata aur peeta thodi si
But darwin’s law came in handy-i.e.survival of the fittest
Badi si line thi and how can I compete with the people who are school’s strongest
Yaad aayenge who din
Where the school had a single rocky wooden basketball court.
Aur bagal mein tha sandy volleyball court.
The rest thousands of square feet was all open in summers
Aur keechad in the monsoon vapours!
Music room was shaky hut of just bricks
Aur wahin tha room where we learnt our dance tricks!
Aur wahin do music-dance teachers,
Raam-Lakhan ki jodi ki tarah used to preach us
A large gymnastic court used to be there,
and the dining hall area was all bare.
Aath-dus saal pehle there were ten times the no. of mango trees.
And each gave fifty times more fruits…..
Ab toh lagta hain ki jo bache-kuche hain ve bhi buudhe ho gaye hain!
In the 4th –6th standard our main aim was to break the maximum no. of mangoes….
(haala ki main toh shaayad hi khaata tha) and it had its associated woes.
There always lingered a fear of Mrs. Rekha Mishra.
Jab badi macchli(I mean mango)fasti jaal mein we rejoiced with jot extra.
No. of mangoes proved one’s virility
Ladkiya maangta aur hum de dete-which somehow proved our superiorty!
And one day came when we entered the senior section
Jismein bharpur thi padhai saath mein fun,frolic aur masti.
Wahin tha adolescence ka stage when I felt shy of wearing shorts,
And we winter trousers the mere jackpots!
Yaad aayenge who moments,
When we used to hang yellow passes to avoid punishments
When we saw our seniors wearing labcourts
We also dreamt of becoming a doctot wearing white courts.
Bhanu sir the hamare teacher no. one
Hum mein tha jawani ka josh and we were scared of none!
Nasty ninth ko bhi kabhi naa bhulu…..
We had hajaaron pranks for pareshaaning our teachers..
Now life became full of aristocratic parties
In school or birthday of buddies.
It was a time when navrachana was well defined…..
Navrachana- i.e. teachers ko pareshaan karne ki nayi-nayi rachanaye
Although apni teachers ko the hum pyaare
Aur fir aaya the tension of board
Parantu mischief we could always afford!
Wahin tha period of maturity
Jab we could understand our teachers –previously seen with scrutiny.
As everybody thinks aur maine bhi aisa hi socha tha,
That 11th is all about masti,bunking,style and bla bla bla
Parantu truth is stranger than fiction!
Though there were some moments of great action-
life mein pehli dafaa
for me the result day had been the worst sajaa
reading the whole raam-katha
or perhapscan be said as ek navrachanite ki vyatha
scratch your dimaag aur socho jaraa
‘kya hain hamara mind emotions se bharaa?’
ji karta hain ho jaaun main fail.
Again and again for the years to trail.
But that wont help too.
But then I’ll be kicked out of the school crew
Sacchai toh hain ki I have a family of 25 hundred
All a part of my life and everyone my friend
How can I forget the sands of navrachana
Woh bhini-bhini smell of volleyball court,
The kotastones of the quadrangle,
The trees of the green mangoes
Kaise bhool sakte hain hum woh M.D. uniform
Kyonki pant utaarna deta tha humein great hasin….
Who manju mam ke teen words
For which we waited for,
Ve the “god bless you”
Or anjana mam ke “last but not the least”
Yahin the thakaa dene waali assembly ke dispersal ke sanket….
Who first floor ka mirror,
Jiske darshan karte the hum din mein teen baar,
The sophisticated, difficult to understand but evergreen Qazi sir ki shaayariyan!
Who teacher’s day ceremony
And farewell functions amongst others funny.
The dramatic annual concert
Jismein always the hum assaulted vibrant
Those sports day celebrations
In which mujhe yaad hain main kabhi naa aa paata-
Though I’m so healthy and fit,
But I always shouted cheering ruby tab tak
Mera galaa naa baithe tab tak
How can we forget who lamhe
Jab har Wednesday ek competition mein hum part lete the
And year ending was a collection for the certificates.
Our joy and confidence it celebrates!
Who days when we were caught bringing phones
When planning a blunder we all became clones!
Kaise bhulaye who momemts of happiness
Jo humne school mein bitaaye
When a slight ishaara by a girl excited our hormones
And we used to add mirch-masala
And found great pleasure in discussing our latest crushes.
When tiwari mam’s simple burger, gave more happiness
Than a Mc Veggie with extra cheese!
When we used to fight for the kabhi-kabhi diyaa jaane waala nimbu paani
Which tasted even better than coke and pepsi!
How can I forget those people jo the hamare beech
Those peons who helped us,
Who rasoiye who made great food for us
Those people who for the pichle baarah saal cleaned the campus……..
Gum tabhi pataa chalta hain when it comes to you
These words of mine can be aankhen-khulna for you
A sandesh for all my juniors
Enjoy to fullest extent your stay in this school
Samay jo chala gayaa wont come again
Squeeze the lemon of navrachana to get as much khushi as you can
So that schooling ke baad you have memories to extend my long poem….
Always yaad aayegi teri-NAVRACHANA…………!
prerak dharia
.bmp)
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