Reminescences

remember my early school days sometimes.I joined my first class amid great excitement.My class teacher gifted me with pingpong ball and I played with it all day long till it was broken somehow.The scent of new books always haunt me and make forget everything around me and this is as old as my first class.Our teachers though not as highly qualified and trained and resourceful as are those of today but they possessed the wisdom of ages which might have been gained through extensive study of books.They knew well how to handle and tame the young birdies for whom restriction of school hours was agonising.I remember well how i used to argue with my mother about going to school daily.I still remember the melodious poems learnt by heart or crammed then.The poems selection was marvellous as they appealed more to our hearts than minds.The syllabus was not proaganda-oriented as it is today.What's your opinion readers?