My first words must and should be.. Thank you… Thank you… Thanks a lot to Odelu, Prasanna, Jagadish, Mary, and Nitin and to all those who thought of doing something like this.
I went to our singareni school, luckily joined by EKChaitanya at godavarikhani bus stand feeling that I will be meeting very few of my friends.
Alas! A big tent in front of the school, people seen on the stage. A lady in blue is performing her best with the microphone.
What’s happening…..?
Is it my friends’ gathering or ….
All of a sudden prasanna announces to introduce myself.
Getting adjusted to the unexpected climatic changes, happiness flooded ranjit’s mouth couldn’t speak much. On the dias In front of all my school teachers, who taught me, grinning heart fully at me.
There was sesharatnam teacher, uma kumari teacher, suguna teacher, Telugu sir sitting on the stage, clerk sir like always moving around the stage busily, manjari teacher, music sir, gopal reddy sir…. Wow even our UKG story telling teacher.
After felicitation of all the teachers and non-teachers ( mariamma, rajamouli..), speeches by guests and hosts started.
Rakesh’s mother spoke very well. She made us look at each other in our school dresses J
Gopal reddy sir and Raghavulu sir gave nice speeches.
Clerk sir sang “ bhale manchi rojuuuu… ‘Song on demand. Surprised as how EKchaitanya remembered that he sang this song when we went to ramappa trip.
More surprising is odelu speaking in true political leaders slang… “ mari ee roju manamantha ikkada… mari entho anandangaaa….. “ J
The last the best – our Telugu sir’s speech, his voice is still with the same dynamism.
The event ended with a delicious lunch with many varieties, it was a boon to serve food to my teachers.
After having ice-creams, we all went around our class rooms walking for the first time in a group in the corridors. It was a great feeling, a feeling with full of heftiness. We recollected drinking water at hand pumps, water from few specific taps only.
The school bell – battered by rasool.
I am in my school. I am a school going student. I passed through the same main gate entrance, I took the same steps to climb the dias, I looked around all my classrooms, sat on the same bench along with my bench mate, my classroom filled with my classmates, my teachers who taught me.
Splendour was the feeling of sitting in the class room. See there in the last bench is akbar ali sitting in his own posture, mary, prasanna in their respective girls side benches, enous and jagadish in the bench behind me. Can some one steal my happiness?
We recollected each and every one of our classmates and teachers, I could pen down only few: L
Zahed, wajid, Y.ramesh and Y.srinivas – lambu…jambu, kodi, chini, srilatha- the class leader, babloo, rajkumar, satish, P.Ramesh, jyothi-sleeping well?, Dhanunjay, Dhanashekar, khadeer, Dominic-akkaiah… akkaiah.., tirupathi- J (what else), Binduphani-dance baby dance, Mohan rao and his gang – in search of water pools,
Prasad sir- pencil vs fingers, vasantha kumari teacher(G), drawing sir, sunalini teacher, lalitha teacher, veerabaddhar rao sir every one, yes every one……..
I was really elated to see Enous khan and after 10th for the first time I met akbar ali, s.pavan, anil.
Never was it possible without this event.
My final touch to all of you:
Don’t you think we can pay any price to grab this enjoyment?
Published on
20/11/2007 14:51