For the first time in four weeks I'm seeing kids, and I mean groups-n-groups of elementry and middle school kids, at Fernbank. This sight certainly brings a smile upon my lips and forces me to just slide my hands in the pockets and look at the excited bunch for several minutes.
Chaparones are making their groups walk in straight lines, with a partner. Some kids are holding hands, some playing and kidding along with their partners.
Man, I sure remember those days. I can even go back down memory lane and still picture myself holding hands with my partner, getting on the bus, singing along the radio, kidding around and having fun with my classmates.
It only seems like yesterday when we stole Paras Pugalia's shoe on our way back to Xavier's in 5th grade [or what it 4th grade?] and the entire bus with girls and boys in separate groups bursted out singing joote do paise lo... paise do joote lo.
And of course, our hinsaya hinsaya was [and I believe, still is] a classic. Ah! that hinsaya! None of us, and I mean none of the 125 some students that rode on each bus, knew the words to this classic back-to-school-from-picnic song except Sarthak Bedi. He used to sing out the words and the rest of us did our part as the chorus by yelling HINSAYA HINSAYA!
I remember a few words to this classic one, and these are the only words I ever remembered...
alu matar tamatar lo
HINSAYA HINSAYA
sadak ka maal muft mein lo
HINSAYA HINSAYA
memories: evening moon [view]
melodies: chhod aaye hum [read] [listen]
fragrance: mera naya bachpan [unravel]
"the present eventually becomes a beautiful memory and opens the doors to let the future become the present... that friends, is life!"
--Geetali Sharma (ME)
--Geetali Sharma (ME)
