Thankfully to
God that my friend whom I mentioned to be in distress few days ago has
fortunately come out of her crisis safe and sound. It is a real joy for me to see
everybody around me in joy.
Today I had an
opportunity to have a walk down memory lane. Although I hardly ever prefer to
live in memories but sometimes I believe it is fine to reminiscence the past gaiety. If I look in the past, then most prominently my school days comes to mind.
Please do not worry that now I would drag you all into my school days or describe
every little detail. But lets give it a glance, shall we.
I did my
matriculation from St. Patrick’s School however I spend my elementary and
secondary school days at a fantasy school. I call it a fantasy school because
it seemed to have appeared from a fairytale and when its work was completed it disappeared into the Neverland.
I did my early
schooling from New Horizons Public School,
located at Nursery Area in Karachi.
It was a school started by a couple Mr. & Mrs. Zia and their
brother Mr. Fazal-ur-Rehman with a team of the most dedicated teachers and
administration. My wonderful friends Muneeza and Maria came from that school.
It was in
that school where I had my first fight in class 8, I beat up my class fellow
Imran Yousuf. It was our last class and a free period, we were all packing bags
and Imran suddenly started throwing rubber on my head, I warned him twice and
the third time I showed him what it takes to mess up with me. Yes I actually
had a fight with him and my entire class instead stopping both of us began
betting on us. Half were on his side and the other half on my side; it turned into a mini
wrestling.
Our class was
most proudly named the class of hooligans. In those days my lunch
comprised of two packs of chilly chips Slims and a bottle of Coca Cola, (Slims is a famous
brand of chips available in Karachi).
Yes it was an unhealthy routine but as we got awareness I changed to fruits and
juices.
My favorite past
time was not fighting but spending free time with the Kindergarten (KG) students.
Maria and I whenever had extra time from breaks or gym we would always play
with them.
I remember that there was this KG 1 or KG 2
student who was either lost in the backyard of our school or probably someone
from my class mischievously left him there. Luckily I was playing on that side so I bumped into a
wildly crying 5 years old. I could not understand whether he was crying more or
his running nose was streaming more because both his tears and water from nose
was mixed together. I tried to calm him down and as I touched his hand he was
feverish probably due to the fear of being lost. Anyways I brought him out of the backyard towards the main entrance,
called his teacher and our sweetest Amma (our school nanny).
Although he was composed after a while but not at all interested to go either with Amma or his teacher. So I sat with him until our Principal called his parents and they hurriedly came to pick him up. I think his dad wore a gray or dark blue safari suit and his mom was beautiful.
At New Horizons
our teachers were not mere ladies who used teaching as a hobby but it was their
life; they were a group of professionally committed teachers. We learnt
computers, read Shakespeare and French revolution in class 4. I learnt my first
embroidery and baking from Miss Bilquis who was a Xerox of classic Indian
Actress Madhubala. We all used to stand in the morning assembly and gazed at her beauty.
Then how can I
forget Ms. Fouzia Butt who taught us English from Class 1 to Class 8 and she is
that person whom I shall respect and love forever and who has made me capable
that I am able to communicate with you all and write this blog today.
Thank you so much all my dearest teachers,
my parents & above all Thank You God for blessing me with all the opportunities and
resources.
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