School, Teenage, Childhood

My School days were interesting enough. I did not study from a very lavish, big private English Medium school. I studied at an ordinary private school of the same kind that are usually situated at the corner of every gali, mohalla in Pakistan. It was not that small either, but it was not a big name. You can say, it was a mediocre level school which created enough impact on me that enabled me to do something good with my life. 

It had a pretty big play ground, rather airy class rooms, decent teachers and an awesome Principal. I believe, a Principal of the school is the one who can make or break a school system. 

OK, so, I was a studious child. I don't remember what was that thing, which made me studious. I never really worked hard at school for study. I just used to revise the things because, I loved doing homework. I think I had an interest in reading books that made me studious, otherwise I was not that genius. I always stood first in the class, from class 1 to 8th and that's my pride. I have always been the monitor of the class. 

I was rather a sad child. I loved sad songs, sad novels, and sad dramas. I loved rain, clouds and silence. I still do. But on the other hand, I was quite an extrovert in school. I used to talk aloud, talk a lot, fight, laugh like mad and what not. I guess, every person go through such phase in his/her teenage where they become so bubbly, chirpy etc. But, I believe, what I actually was that silent, sad girl, which I still am. 

I used to read Rahat Jabeen and Fakhra Jabeen's Novels and loved them. I used to think that life is gonna be all the same, as depicted in their novels. I still feel that a part of me is still trying to find that life. 

Let me explain, how Rahat Jabeen and Fakhra Jabeen novels used to be. Almost all the novels were comprised of a big Happy home with so many cousins living together, enjoying their life to the fullest, their little little things, village life, small town things and what not. Sitting together with all the family members on a rainy day, having mangoes, passing funny comments, laughing out loud, uff this was so fantasizing. Can you believe, I used to read all such stuff in my childhood and teenage. What can you think, I will become? If not a hopeless romantic, a lover of simple joys, a seeker of such days than what???

I am still trying to find these simple joyous moments in real life!!!