I am a sophian and i miss Christmas terribly
After my IV Standard, when I moved to the only convent school of my town- Well I won’t lie, it felt a little special. People who knew me could see it in my eyes. The days of singing Asato maa Sadgamaya, Tamso Maa Jyotirgamaya, Mrityormaa Amritamgamaya were long gone, I sang carols now.
My notebooks, which earlier would lose its brown KV paper cover, had a well laminated orange one, with a fucking nameslip on it. The change was good, I appreciated it.
But what I appreciated most was the grandeur and splendor with which my new school celebrated Christmas. Coming from Kendriya Vidyalaya which focused more on district and zonal level events; the chill concept of extravagantly celebrating Christmas was new to me.
Students missing lectures to prepare for skits and group carols. Other, bunking classes in the name of skits and group carols. There was a whole another period dedicated to the preparations for Christmas, such was the pep I was introduced to Christmas with.
Students who participated in some events went to prepare and the remaining just chilled in their classes. They moved seats, drew shapes at black board, Played cricket and other book games they had just invented. The class would fill with giggles, laughter and weird noises. Everybody was free, AND HAPPY.
That’s what Christmas meant to me, people doing what they wanted to. Either joining some programs to perform on December 25 or chilling out with buddies, their arm around each other’s neck without any fear of anyone catching them.
As I graduated to Class X, only couple of things changed. The boys mixed well with girls now, you could easily spot couples in every other row. Class was still fun. Some put legs on their desks, some read love story novels while few ate lunch, but everybody had a complete smile on their faces. Everyone looked happy and beautiful. And isn’t that what Christmas was supposed to bring- The happy times. Well, that was the our concept of happy times.
The happiness was not just limited to school, the after school hours were fun too. People talked about the events they were in. Coaching classes turned into a concourse for discussions and at times even the tuition teacher would budge in.
Coming from an orthodox Hindu Family, my parents never associated with Christmas like the way I did and that is what made it more special, it was completely mine in the family and i made sure not to share it with anybody; and it made me feel good about myself even days after it was over. Everything was happy around Christmas. The weather. The sun. The school. The friends. Everyone.
It’s been 9 years now, since I left the school. Graduated through college. Loved and lost and loved again. Started working and switched Jobs. Went on hikes and trips. Tried Adventure Sports. But that feel, that surreal feel is what I still crave for. That non-chalant happiness around Christmas. That the bells of dear Sophia, that Christmas play and the preparation prior. That one time of the year, when you were allowed to visit the convent and you came out with fistful of candies. That.
I often think that major part of these reminiscences have to do with the nostalgia of school life and way life was back then, but no. In account of times when I miss my childhood, the times that involve Christmas top the chart.