Dawn

“One may not reach the Dawn save by the path of the night”

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons

Written By: Dawn - Aug• 12•10

I still remember my first day in 2nd grade. It was a new admission for me in KVK NDA. I was kind of nervous entering the class as the 2nd A class was in a different building altogether. I had reached after the prayers hence the filled class made me more nervous. Everyone was staring at me. Those eyes were screaming and telling me as if ‘you’re late!’.

“Don’t wait for people to be friendly, show them how”.

My class teacher Mahajan Maa’m called me close to her and introduced me to everyone in the class. She was very nice, I felt someone knows me here.
The teacher asked me to be seated and asked our class monitor Arunima to help if anything is needed.
Arunima, was a tall girl in our class and her caring nature always made us felt like she is our elder sister. She used to help with sharpening our pencils and making sure we have our homework done. If not she will ask us to do and when and where ever needed she will help us.
The boys in the class were naughty and hence I don’t remember a single guy from my class except A.R. Manoj.
Manoj was a short and cute guy. Our parents knew each other and hence we felt it’s okay to be friends.
I was so afraid to walk around in the class as I remember one of the classmate Anagha who used to scare me out with her big eyes. She was my bench partner. Arunima made me feel so comfortable that I wished if I could sit with her but she was sitting at the last bench as she was the tallest girl in our class.
I remember telling Arunima about it and she used to make sure Anagha behaves with me.

“Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you – not because they are nice, but because you are”.

I can say I learned singing and dancing from there. Arunima used to make sure that all the girls are engaged with one or the other task. Arunima and her sister Gaitry both were in the same class and we used to dance on the number that they used to sing – Dhitang -Dhitang bole oh madhurletal tole – a bengali number which Arunima and Gaitry used to sing and make all of us dance. It turned out to be a action song for us.
I used to be amazed when I first heard Arunima singing the song ‘My heart is beating’. She was like our role model. I used to do things that will make her happy and never missed an opportunity where she used to smile and give a hug.
We became so close that after school Arunima and Gaitry used to visit my home and all evening we used to play until it’s 6:00 p.m. when they used to pick up their school bags and say bye to go home.
Evening always brought those parting sadness. But the next dawn was with hope to meet them in the class.
Arunima was one of those monitors who not only used to monitor the class but always took care of the classmates as if they were her own kids. If anyone fell or not playing… sitting hungry or alone, she used to make sure that child is taken care of. A very soft spoken with a melodious voice – that’s the Arunima I have in my mind even today.

“It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.”

I still can’t forget those ‘booth (ghost) dance’ in Arunima’s own words…she used to make sure that after our lunch time we don’t go and mess around outside hence she used to tell all of us to let’s play ‘booth dance – ghost dance’ – but the way she taught us was all like the tribal dance. We used to make similar noises and jump around and dance like the tribal in South Africa. In short, there was a not a single opportunity where we didn’t enjoy.
How life passed since then was never noticed as happiness takes you through all ups and down and then she was moved to Southern Command KV school.
She came back to our class again but this time she was a matured girl only to be reserved.

“Friendship isn’t a big thing – it’s a million little things”

I always cherished – Arunima of 2nd grade. Never got to know what happened but inside our heart we had that warmth for each other.
Today after many years I happened to talk to her and I could feel the same soft voice of hers which used to sing and make everyone soothing.
It’s true, we say past is past but how much happiness they bring to present is a present in itself.

“Bring the past only if you are going to build from it.” ~ Domenico Cieri Estrada

Thank You Arunima for bringing those moments alive once again in thoughts!

This post of mine is dedicated to all my school and college mates – with whom I have spent my best of childhood and teenage life which brings back all that moments alive as I am meeting them one by one.

“If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older” ~ Tom Stoppard

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  • Arunima

    Dear Dawn/Fiza

    I am truly humbled that you recall all those memories from your heart. What an honor to be written about in your website! I didn’t even remember some of the things. Yes, we used to go to your house after school. I learnt to appreciate south Indian cooking from you and Radhika and love it till date-Many thanks to you and your mom! The bhooth/ghost must have been very hilarious to an observer. Gayu was my partner in crime in creating that. I remember you as intelligent,sweet, shy but with a very good sense of humor! Your website is very polished, I like it. Very happy to have connected with you. Once again, thanks for all those nice words.
    Love always, Arunima

  • http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/ Jeevan

    Wonder what inspire u to write about, but glad to know u happen to talk with some one who shared u r childhood her after several years. Loved reading about Arunima, who cares for everyone indeed and felt for not having someone like her/he as my class mate in school. The quotes in between thread me something, and just make me feel what we expect to do first. Nice post about nice people :)

    cheers dawn!

  • http://www.stargazer-lalitha.blogspot.com starry

    Loved reading this post about your childhood.some people remain in our hearts and we cannot forget them.I just met a friend of mine I had not sen for 35years.It was really nice,I met her on facebook.It is a small world.

  • powlasgaware

    Usha such a nice article loved to read it,never knew behind that shy face such a great writer is hidden. It was nice to speak to you after 20 years.Looking forward to see you soon

  • http://www.fizadawn.com Dawn

    Arunima: Dear…its the memory that you left in my mind and heart…which came out this way after talking to you – that too after so many years… :) ! You deserve what you deserve :-) you are a good soul!
    Keep smiling
    Cheers

    Jeevan: Dear I was able to talk to my 2nd grade friend after 25 years…it’s a nostalgic feeling can’t be expressed enough in words :) Thanks for your sweet comments
    Cheers

    starry:Same here as u said with the social network world seems to be small :)
    thanks dear for your sweet comments
    Cheers

  • http://fizadawn.com Dawn

    Paul: Thanks Paul, that was a very sweet comment – you praised me and my writing very gently :) ! As I said…this post is dedicated to my friends from school and college so it holds for you too! It had been long time …but when we started talking it crossed all those distance of age and era – as if we are still in college…I really enjoyed talking to you after so long…keep in touch
    Cheers

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