I was way behind in schedule for submitting my project. Still 3 modules were pending and I haven’t even started preparing PowerPoint presentation. In short I was screwed. It was 1’ o clock and that to I realized when Nidhi came to my desk and showed her classy fast track watch. I looked at her, smiled and went to correcting the layout of my third last module. “Don’t behave so workaholic, its lunch time now, just lock your PC & come”, she managed to say that sarcastically. I thought she was flaunting her watch but she was not. I told her that I will join her in sometime, and asked her to go ahead without looking at her. But she didn’t moved a bit, and when I looked at her, she gave me an “I am really pissed off” expression. (When you are talking to a girl, always make eye contact, and never ignore her). I looked at her apologetically, and said that I will be there in 5 min. She waved her hands in air dismissively and went away towards the cafeteria.
Half an hour passed and I was still on the same module. I saw everyone coming from the canteen, and I saw Nidhi. I waved my hand to call her; she looked at me but then ignored me with “dare you talk to me” face. (Girls have the right to ignore you, but you should be okay with this & never try same with them, and if you do then be ready for consequences). I felt sorry and hungry at the same time. But the break was over. In this fast paced life we are used to skip many things but there was a time in everyone’s life when those thirty minutes of lunch break held a very special place.
Though Marathi was my favorite subject, I was constantly looking at my friends watch. Still 20 minutes were left for recess bell. I was damn hungry and moreover, I had bought bhindi sabji in my Tiffin, which is my all time favorite. At sharp, 3:10, recess bell rang. I put my books in bag and left the classroom immediately. Like all other students, I never used to eat my Tiffin in the classroom itself. I would love to do that, but in school days I was too shy to get involved in groups. Behind all my shyness, there is a long story. Maybe someday I will share that with everyone, but not now. Because as I mentioned, I m hungry now and world’s best bhindi fry is waiting for me.
Besides our school, there is a huge society. I am saying huge, because this society has around 400 houses and most importantly, peoples who live here have the heart of gold. This society had played vital role in whatever I am today. When you enter the society, first you will get to see a small temple of Lord Hanuman and behind it there are houses for gardeners who work in society. My mother used to keep my Tiffin at one of those houses. So in lunch break I used to go there and eat my lunch. There was one unique chair, on which I used to sit and eat my Tiffin. The place where I used to sit, from there my school building is just some steps away. Our school doesn’t have a proper ground unlike the other two schools. But that didn’t stop us from playing. We have one concrete play ground, but usually we used to play there in our PT lectures. So in break time we left with the school corridors and then streets. That society has a big ground but we are not allowed to play there.
After finishing my lunch I sit there only, for rest of the break. I still don’t know how one can survive in those six hours without eating anything. But then there were some exceptions like my classmates. Some of them never used to eat anything in recess instead of that they just used to play and enjoy. Now one might think that to play means it has to be a game of cricket. But we are not allowed to keep the accessories related to cricket, so my friends invented some new games, which were just awesome. The first game I remember was something they used to call as “Aba-Dubi”. I don’t know the meaning of the name of this game, but I can assure you that it’s one of the funny and painful game. You only require one soft ball, remember those yellow smiley balls or you can create the ball like structure with your hanker-chief also. And then split into two teams. The rules are simple; you just need to hit the person from the opponents’ team, so the team which gets the maximum number of hits will lose. Actually there is no one to count the hits. When one used to hit the ball with all the power, I can see the intensity in his eyes, the perfection to hit the target (here, friend in opposite team). Also the technique used by the target to dodge the attack and once when he got hit, the pain on his face. So in short I used to witness all the possible emotions in those thirty minutes.
The second game is something we are familiar and is nothing but the game of football. So the rules were all the same minus football. I know it sounds weird but my friends never used that sphere like structure while playing this game, instead of it they used to play with a plastic bottle. But our school management got many complaints by the pedestrians, so this game was later banned.
Previously I used to eat Tiffin in school only, but not in the classroom. On the last floor there was a way or the staircase to the terrace. I had a habit to sit on the staircase and have my lunch. There was a big window adjacent to the stairs. So from there I can able to see the others playing below on the concrete playground. I mentioned this place, because there is one small story behind it. Whenever I get chilly in my sabji, I used to throw it down through that window. On our concrete ground we had one roof like structure which is made up of cement. So that chilly used to land on that roof. One day I was about to throw one such chilly and then I saw something which made me happy and proud. On that roof many small chilly plants were grown and one plant even has small chilly on it. That moment was really sweet (but not those chilies).
For girls, it is the best time for gossiping. I never heard any of their discussions. But now after all these years I am sure that their gossiping had also the same subjects related to shopping, movies, and ongoing affairs in school. But I have never seen her doing these stuffs. She was different. Okay, here I am talking about my crush. I would love to write something more about her, but I have to control my emotions or else my girlfriend would definitely kill me for this.
Once the bell rang which signals the end of break, we all just rushed to our respective classrooms. In school our teachers used to give the lectures chart or time-table, so depending on it we used to bring the books, so that we didn’t have to carry all the books every day. So while drawing this chart in our notebooks, we used to draw two horizontal lines and write RECESS in block letters in the lunch break column. I think that column and those 30 minutes were one of the best things which I had experienced in my life. And I will treasure all those memories throughout my life.
I think there are some stages in everyone’s life and while advancing through each stage we used to leave some memories behind, which might be good or bad. I want to thank all of you who read my previous article and gave me the courage and support to write more. So here I am with my new article with some precious old memories. I hope you all will love it.