Comments on: My First School. http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/ Where fingers tap dance... Tue, 07 Sep 2010 20:52:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Bob Hoff http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-6119 Bob Hoff Tue, 07 Sep 2010 06:21:50 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-6119 My rating for the above story out of four possible smileys-- :) :) :) :) Bob My rating for the above story out of four possible smileys–

:) :) :) :)

Bob

]]> By: Bob Hoff http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-6118 Bob Hoff Tue, 07 Sep 2010 06:19:57 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-6118 Even in your youngest school days you had your own mind. That doesn't surprise me. Very interesting insights into the experiences of a budding scholar. Very well-written, Shail. Thanks for sharing. I want to tell you a story about my kindergarten days when we can get some privacy. :) Even in your youngest school days you had your own mind. That doesn’t surprise me. Very interesting insights into the experiences of a budding scholar. Very well-written, Shail. Thanks for sharing.

I want to tell you a story about my kindergarten days when we can get some privacy. :)

]]> By: Dreamer http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-6106 Dreamer Mon, 06 Sep 2010 06:52:16 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-6106 Really wonderful trip down memory lane! How did you manage to keep your secret for 40 years? Was the teacher that terrifying? :D Really wonderful trip down memory lane! How did you manage to keep your secret for 40 years? Was the teacher that terrifying? :D

]]> By: Renjith P Sarada http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-6102 Renjith P Sarada Mon, 06 Sep 2010 06:03:54 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-6102 As usual, another classic post. Took me to my school days - Holy Angels' Convent, Trivandrum where I studied till 4th Std. I remember a loving nun who pampered me a lot. I boast to my son that I was a student who was given double promotion from LKG to 1st Std.!! Thank you for taking me to Kollam! Best Wishes, Renjith As usual, another classic post. Took me to my school days – Holy Angels’ Convent, Trivandrum where I studied till 4th Std. I remember a loving nun who pampered me a lot. I boast to my son that I was a student who was given double promotion from LKG to 1st Std.!!

Thank you for taking me to Kollam!

Best Wishes,
Renjith

]]> By: To speak or not to speak | Shail's Nest http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-3119 To speak or not to speak | Shail's Nest Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:14:56 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-3119 [...] anyways, it is tough convincing your near and dear ones, old and young, especially those that have seen the bawling you who hated going to school, that you do have more than half a brain now and know how to use it. To them you are still the [...] [...] anyways, it is tough convincing your near and dear ones, old and young, especially those that have seen the bawling you who hated going to school, that you do have more than half a brain now and know how to use it. To them you are still the [...]

]]> By: Orkut and I | Shail's Nest http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-1508 Orkut and I | Shail's Nest Mon, 09 Feb 2009 05:54:08 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-1508 [...] lost friend, like the one who shared the same wooden bench with you beneath the thatched roof of the mud-walled old village school you went to, has just found you after donkeys ears. If the ‘Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’ had come [...] [...] lost friend, like the one who shared the same wooden bench with you beneath the thatched roof of the mud-walled old village school you went to, has just found you after donkeys ears. If the ‘Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’ had come [...]

]]> By: Shail http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-46 Shail Wed, 05 Mar 2008 03:58:06 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-46 <strong>Swathi</strong>: Welcome to my nest. You have always had a soft corner for my memoirs!! :P <strong>Radhika</strong>: Thanks for dropping by Radhika. Everything remains fresh in my mind even after all these years. I can still see myself, sitting on that raised door way shedding tears in between throwing anxious glances at mother awaiting probable repercussions for returning from school!! ;) <strong>Vikram</strong>: You are right, nostalgia can swing either way. :) Thank you for stopping by. Swathi: Welcome to my nest. You have always had a soft corner for my memoirs!! :P

Radhika: Thanks for dropping by Radhika. Everything remains fresh in my mind even after all these years. I can still see myself, sitting on that raised door way shedding tears in between throwing anxious glances at mother awaiting probable repercussions for returning from school!! ;)

Vikram: You are right, nostalgia can swing either way. :) Thank you for stopping by.

]]> By: Vikramsekar http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-45 Vikramsekar Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:11:41 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-45 We all at times hark back to days gone bye, in our memory they seem to be better than today, then we stop and think for a little while. Where they really better than today? Has our memory fuzzed out the hurt and blotted out the thing we want to forget? Its a question of perspective. They were great if you want them, to be that way or they were horrible, as far as I recall. Nostalgia can swing either way, the choice is always ours how we remember our yesterdays. Beautiful writeup Shail Mam! Malgudi (kollam) Days! We all at times hark back to days gone bye, in our memory they seem to be better than today, then we stop and think for a little while. Where they really better than today? Has our memory fuzzed out the hurt and blotted out the thing we want to forget? Its a question of perspective. They were great if you want them, to be that way or they were horrible, as far as I recall.

Nostalgia can swing either way, the choice is always ours how we remember our yesterdays.

Beautiful writeup Shail Mam!

Malgudi (kollam) Days!

]]> By: Radhika http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-44 Radhika Thu, 28 Feb 2008 08:51:49 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-44 Hello Shail Ji, U lived up with your 'omnipresent' persona of my blogger with that messg. Thank you. I truly appreciate the gesture. Just dropping by to say hello and have added Shail's Nest to my Fav's. Nostalgic trip down memory lane, that to rewinding almost 4 decades back where you seem to recount the minutest details like it just happened yesterday. I will be back here soon. Take care n regards always Hello Shail Ji,

U lived up with your ‘omnipresent’ persona of my blogger with that messg. Thank you. I truly appreciate the gesture.
Just dropping by to say hello and have added Shail’s Nest to my Fav’s.

Nostalgic trip down memory lane, that to rewinding almost 4 decades back where you seem to recount the minutest details like it just happened yesterday. I will be back here soon. Take care n regards always

]]> By: swathi http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/my-first-school/comment-page-1/#comment-43 swathi Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:16:43 +0000 http://www.shailsnest.com/wp/real-life/my-first-school/#comment-43 I loved this alot... u r back with the simple, nostalgic narration... all my five senses were up while reading this... i touched the jackfruit tree, i smelled ripe mangoes, i saw "the mustachioed Math teacher", i heard the noise of "dirty" village children and i even tasted the cool well-water... very nostalgic and out of the space for me, who NEVER has those experiences.... loved it, alot... I loved this alot… u r back with the simple, nostalgic narration… all my five senses were up while reading this… i touched the jackfruit tree, i smelled ripe mangoes, i saw “the mustachioed Math teacher”, i heard the noise of “dirty” village children and i even tasted the cool well-water…

very nostalgic and out of the space for me, who NEVER has those experiences….

loved it, alot…

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