Friday, April 16, 2010

Rugged Faces

It was an age-old school. It had been standing there since the early 1960s. Many of the buildings looked old and dilapidated, worn and faded, though there were others that were still quite attractive and presentable. Years and years of standing under the hot sun, the heavy rain, the cold wind and the thunderstorm must have weathered and matured it. It wasn’t easy and smooth going for those many long years. But there it was, quietly and patiently producing many generations of stars, professionals and leaders. It had stood tall and proud ever since, making the ultimate sacrifice and doing the greatest deed.

It was the same narrow and rugged road leading to the school. It could hardly take two cars moving in opposite direction. It had many cracks and potholes, and the pedestrian lane was in hopeless condition with its many ups and downs. But there it was, faithfully and dutifully doing its role to bring the students, the teachers, and many others to school.

I was driving to school, slowly and carefully. I was coming to school to work. It had been my school for many years. I had studied, played, worked, and tried to have my presence felt here for many years. Here I was, making more friends and enemies, just as it had been everywhere. You just couldn't please everyone at all.

Here, on the same old rugged road, I had met, waved and greeted many of my friends and enemies. We had studied in the same school. We were sending our children to the same school. Some of us were teaching in the same school too, a sudden surge of thought struck me and made me smile. Oh no! I had forgotten. Some of us were actually sending our grandchildren to the same school, I laughed heartily, almost causing an accident.

We had great fun watching, greeting and speaking to one another. We chuckled and giggled, we teased and laughed, and we had many serious talks about our children and grandchildren(?).

Years had aged us. Life had aged us. And the real world had aged us. Many of us looked much older than our age. Many of us had lots of gray and white hair. Our faces looked battered, tired and miserable. Our soft faces, our usual smiles, and our sparkling black eyes had long disappeared.

It had been a long journey of life. Sometimes the journey was very lonely, miserable, restless, and helpless. Sometimes it was joy and peace, joke and fun. But that was what life meant to be. We learned to take up responsibilities. We learned to stand strong. We learned to have our nose held high. And we fought and conquered. Then we built up our family. We grew and kept it well. We had wanted all the while to produce generations of stars, professionals, and leaders. And we wanted everyone in our family to excel in every good thing and to make us proud.

Oh! How a rough life had seasoned us.

I smiled and sighed.

1 comment:

imelda said...

i had a nice reading of this post. nice writer.