Midnight musings
Not so long ago, the biggest decision some of us have had to make was whether to go watch Hyderabad Blues this weekend at Ega or wait till they show it at Woodlands :-) Today, one of us has a little girl to bathe, feed, clothe and raise. One of us is living out what must be one of life's toughest jobs - being a mother.
No,I haven't been in a coma, and yes, I vividly remember all these wonderful times I have had in between, but has it really been 7 years since we bid farewell to Rosary Matric? Never staying a full 40 minutes in class, because we have "culturals practice" to attend.. or because The Principal wants to meet with us. Or there was the "final assembly" to prepare for. The Copper Chimneys, Gangotris, Xanadus and Odysseys, all have a story to tell about us. Back benchers some of us were, delinquents we were not. Singers, dancers and debaters, naughty partners in crime. I believe we were way more mature than the 17 year olds that would follow us. Every generation thinks so about themselves, but trust me, we honestly were. Serious thoughts about the pending tomorrow would surface now and then, only to be usurped by bigger, more pressing issues like where to hold the "birds and the bees" talk :-) Hmmm... good old school days! Sometimes I wonder if we could just drop everything and go back to our blue-uniform, 2-plaits-white-ribbon days when life was so uncomplicated and much much simpler!
And then I chide myself - simpler, yes.. but life's also made us richer. We have made the transformation from young girls into young women, a certain Mrs. Angela would've been proud of us. We've taken our own time and travelled different paths, but our stories have one common thread - courage. Our toughest battles we always fought alone, not always sure if we'd be standing at the end of it, but with as much a brave face as we could muster. And the best part of it all, that little girl we once were is not completely lost inside us. She's the one who reminds us every so often to let loose and have fun, the one who drags us out when it's raining outside, the one who keeps us inquistive.
Hmm...I think I'll pick this richer life anyday over the simpler. What say you girls?
No,I haven't been in a coma, and yes, I vividly remember all these wonderful times I have had in between, but has it really been 7 years since we bid farewell to Rosary Matric? Never staying a full 40 minutes in class, because we have "culturals practice" to attend.. or because The Principal wants to meet with us. Or there was the "final assembly" to prepare for. The Copper Chimneys, Gangotris, Xanadus and Odysseys, all have a story to tell about us. Back benchers some of us were, delinquents we were not. Singers, dancers and debaters, naughty partners in crime. I believe we were way more mature than the 17 year olds that would follow us. Every generation thinks so about themselves, but trust me, we honestly were. Serious thoughts about the pending tomorrow would surface now and then, only to be usurped by bigger, more pressing issues like where to hold the "birds and the bees" talk :-) Hmmm... good old school days! Sometimes I wonder if we could just drop everything and go back to our blue-uniform, 2-plaits-white-ribbon days when life was so uncomplicated and much much simpler!
And then I chide myself - simpler, yes.. but life's also made us richer. We have made the transformation from young girls into young women, a certain Mrs. Angela would've been proud of us. We've taken our own time and travelled different paths, but our stories have one common thread - courage. Our toughest battles we always fought alone, not always sure if we'd be standing at the end of it, but with as much a brave face as we could muster. And the best part of it all, that little girl we once were is not completely lost inside us. She's the one who reminds us every so often to let loose and have fun, the one who drags us out when it's raining outside, the one who keeps us inquistive.
Hmm...I think I'll pick this richer life anyday over the simpler. What say you girls?
posted by Kavitha | 12:25 AM
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