Should this post go to my other blog - which is about me, me and me? Let me decide later.
I got a call from an old friend 3 days ago. A friend from my childhood. M. M and I were inseparable 40 years ago. We were classmates, neighbors and best friends.
So her call really made me nostalgic about Haliyal. It was a really small town. Torn between amchi party and tyanchi party. Amchi party were all Marathi people and tyanchi were us - Kannada people.
Even the single Highschool in the town had this fission and constant frictions. The head master of the school was Marathi speaking person, well respected by all students and even his enemies. In each class, section A was reserved for Marathi medium children, B for smart children and children of rich and famous and C was ordinary students. Of course I was in section D and of course I stood first to school.
The school had uniform. Like any other school. But for children - girl children of 9th grade and 10th grade, it was blue saree and white blouse. And girls of 8th grade were wearing long skirts and blouses.
This was one of the rules which was changed when the head master changed.
In Highschool, we used to call each other by our family names, not first name. Not like Miss Hegde or Mr. Hegde, but just Hegde. I really don't understand why it was so.
Things were even more fun during primary school. From my home to school, we had found a short cut road. Which was through some body's home.!
We would play, go to school, play there and listen a little bit to teachers. There were no pressures of tuitions, hobby classes, different entrance exam preparations. It was just school and play. I think that is how childhood should be.
And I was not an introvert then!
I got a call from an old friend 3 days ago. A friend from my childhood. M. M and I were inseparable 40 years ago. We were classmates, neighbors and best friends.
So her call really made me nostalgic about Haliyal. It was a really small town. Torn between amchi party and tyanchi party. Amchi party were all Marathi people and tyanchi were us - Kannada people.
Even the single Highschool in the town had this fission and constant frictions. The head master of the school was Marathi speaking person, well respected by all students and even his enemies. In each class, section A was reserved for Marathi medium children, B for smart children and children of rich and famous and C was ordinary students. Of course I was in section D and of course I stood first to school.
The school had uniform. Like any other school. But for children - girl children of 9th grade and 10th grade, it was blue saree and white blouse. And girls of 8th grade were wearing long skirts and blouses.
This was one of the rules which was changed when the head master changed.
In Highschool, we used to call each other by our family names, not first name. Not like Miss Hegde or Mr. Hegde, but just Hegde. I really don't understand why it was so.
Things were even more fun during primary school. From my home to school, we had found a short cut road. Which was through some body's home.!
We would play, go to school, play there and listen a little bit to teachers. There were no pressures of tuitions, hobby classes, different entrance exam preparations. It was just school and play. I think that is how childhood should be.
And I was not an introvert then!
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