Prayers Went In Vain

With heavy bags on your shoulders and properly worn uniform, you enter school with watery eyes. Holding your parents' hand , you look angrily at the teacher who stands at the gate with a cheerful smile to welcome you. Then you see your parents escaping slightly trying to depart unnoticed and you stand there crying heavily along with the teacher who tries to bribe you with that chocolate. Then forcefully you enter your classroom and look at your first friend who sits at the bench with his head bowed down. It is then that you realise that this is happening to all of us. We are entering a place where none of our stupid demands would be fulfilled unlike home.

Days pass soon and you enter new classes. Riding bicycle to school with your tie loosely worn, hair spiked out in fashion and sleeves rolled up, the place gives you a feeling of another home. Calling out names, bunking boring lectures and going to washrooms with your group seems fun. Not doing assignments and standing out in punishment with majority of your class becomes a symbol of unity. Those grand annual days and those small class parties are awaited throughout the year. A lot of planned outings and many unsuccessful mass bunks, entering school in the late hours and persuading guard uncle to let you in, all becomes a part of your daily routine.

You all adore that guy in class who makes everyone laugh with his arguments and tricks with the teacher. That studious first bencher, that sleepy guy at the last desk, that geek girl asking all her doubts and that heroine always making pouts. Pen fights in one corner and airplanes in the other, some boys setting their hair and that love in the air. Eating in the ongoing periods and dancing in the intervals is always fun. Getting Physics period substituted and P.T. teacher entering the class feels like a jackpot. Your friends become your chosen family and then you realise that school is never about studies but always about friends.

And then suddenly comes the day, your farewell. The only day you understand the importance of those idiots sitting beside you. The day you sit and simply recall, some cry heavily while some not at all. But this sudden adieu leaves everyone stunned. The school bell seems frightening and you wish not to hear that ring. You wish to see that dustbin where you threw all your tests, you wish to see all the broken window panes and those scribbled desks. You weep and wish to live school life again, but all your prayers go in vain.