Guess who is the fun aunt after-all?

You know I thought that we had you guys enough nostalgic after the first blog… but then some memories swiped across my mind screen.

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School isn’t the only place where we made memories in our teens. Like there is brother from another mother…tuition is study fuel from another school, I know it doesn’t make any sense, I’m still working on this idiom.

Anyhow I think where school was our mother, tuitions were our Aunt, which means more fun! The place where we first experienced what freedom felt like, what being able to put the blame of being home late on someone else felt like, what having 1000 excuses to everything felt like…...

I think I enjoyed even school more because of tuitions. I might have wanted to miss school many times, but tuitions, uh never! Even if sometimes tuitions were at 6 in the morning.

I think most of you would agree that we do miss our school time but we miss our tuitions more. The memories we made, the things we did for the first time.

I remember for a complete year I was this girl on tuition, no one knew about, but then I made friends and everything changed.

Unlike school, there are all type of students on tuitions. The book sluts (NO OFFENSE), these people are the quietest there is only one sentence to describe them, “hum nhi bolte, hamare number bolte hai”. They are teachers’ favorites, because they hardly have any doubts and score the best marks. Sometimes i feel they didn’t even need tuition...they could actually give tuitions.

Then there are the doubt kings, “sir ek doubt hai”. In order to seem smart, they ask as many doubts as they can, sometimes even they don’t understand what they had asked. They are the most annoying, because they ask so many doubts that even when time is up, you got to sit and hear them out as sir cleared their doubts.

Then my personal favorite is the chill gang, it is like a small group of geeks who try to look cool and they do look cool, and you want to be a part of that group, but when you do become a member of that group, you realize that their lives just look cool, but really isn’t in reality. It is disappointing, but at least they look cool, and teenage is all about pretend so it doesn’t really matter. But these guys fought for the front seats to entertain the whole class by annoying sir, they are the ones who make boring lectures bearable, and also they are either a teacher’s favorite or least favorite, it is always extreme with these guys.

Then there are different types of girls as well, inseparable pair of two, the introvert, teacher’s favorite, the best notes, the one who likes hanging out with boys more, the badass one who has the best life experiences to share, and we all wish we had a life like her or the favourite, she is the crush of all boys and obsession of all girls.

Now where there are teens, there are rumors and drama. What drama was there for you? some mysterious instagram account which was actually a fake account or was it boy/girl drama? or was it that you secretly had a crush on the teacher (very rare)? Or was it getting caught bunking class with your girlfriend/boyfriend? Or the memorable “gedis” after tuition, which was really a basic motivation for many to get through the lectures. Whatever it may have been, I bet you made a lot of pleasant and unpleasant memories. Which now you remember only as good times.

What was your motivation to get up early for morning lectures? Was it just to get out of the house for a ride on bike or was it your gang? Or in extremely rare cases, was it your teacher (definitely the fun one)? Or was it some crush?

It could be all of it as well, do tell in comment section.

Bunking classes, it started from tuitions, it was like “Shuru bore hokar kiya tha, par fir mazza aane laga”. And then begging your batch mates for notes, all those moments that we just had fun doing, all of it becomes a memory with time, beautiful priceless memories.

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You know I’d give anything to relive those moments, so why not just take a break and sit back for a minute and let all those memories flow back in and let them make us nostalgic for a minute, because I bet even the bad memories will make you laugh, the happy moments will make you smile and missing those days will make you cry, let’s just let it all in, once.