Though I don't exactly remember how it was for me, on the first day of school; (I'd attended play home earlier), but it's all happened so many years ago that trying to remember it, comes back to me like garbled radio signal at times. I do remember a couple of faces I saw when I first sat down on that hard wooden desk. It was pandemonium, that much I remember. Kids wailing their guts out, kids literally dragged into the classroom by their class-teacher. But I remember, I and a boy sat next to each other, smiling every so often and wondering where this whole journey called 'school' would take us. Nervousness and eager curiosity engulfed us that day. My mom tells me I didn't cry or wail. Neither did I get tears in my eyes.
The same thing repeated when they enrolled me into boarding school many years later. Only this time, I did feel a wee bit home-sick because I was thousands of kilometers away from home. But anyway, the first bout of serious home-sickness struck when I returned to school after the holidays. My, you should've seen the glum faces, as if we had been thrashed by the principal or something.
I always remember my parents talking about how much a parent also goes through along with the child on this trip called 'school/college' education. And I remember my mom telling another mom - "first day at school, we parents need all the wishes to remain calm and composed, more than our kids."
It's been a not so rough ride for me though. Like the quiet turning of each page in a book, I managed to reach the last cover and now, the book is back in the shelf.
But tomorrow, I need to take the book out again. And I, like my mom said, need all the wishes to remain calm and composed. So, wish me luck all of you, and I will be good.
My li'l Aayushi starts first day at school tomorrow. I'm all set for the roller-coaster ride again.