Welcome back to my blog. I express my heartfelt gratitude for reading my blogs. Today I am writing about my days in the coaching centre. I was in that coaching centre for three years. 

It was my time of transformation from juvenile to adolescent. It was a wonderful time. At this time, hormones overpower the mind. My feet were not on earth. I was flying in my wonderland. 

The coaching centre was within walking distance of my house. I took entry into that coaching centre in Class VIII. In the beginning, coaching had a good number of students. Two to three separate batches were there for each class. Class VIII students were divided into two batches. Both batches were balanced, with almost equal numbers of girls and boys.

The coaching centre had a homely atmosphere. We used to sit on the floor. Initially, three to four teachers were offering service in the centre. 

The teachers were very sincere about  studies. On most days, I had to stand outside for non-compliance with home work. To my good luck, my fellow students never let me stand alone.

The head of the coaching centre was a tough man. He was often impolite to students. He believed in highhandedness. A brawl took place between the gang of boys and that teacher. The gang of boys left the centre. I also wanted to quit the centre, but my dad did not pay any heed to my wish. 

Only one boy stayed to give me company. We two boys took shelter in one corner of the room, and the pride of girls encircled two of us. 

Those were the days of cricket frenzy; we used to enjoy off days during the cricket World Cup tournament. 

During Saraswati Puja, students used to have a feast together. Bollywood songs were played on loud speakers. Some girls lend a hand in the cooking. 

Slowly, the head teacher started liking me. He paid special attention to me. In the final year of school, another boy joined the class. He was a few years older than us. He became my friend, guide, and philosopher. The friendship continued for many years. 

Our first board exam was over. We met often to play cricket or badminton. The students chose different streams as per their preferences. I am still in touch with the teacher and many of the students. While passing by the coaching centre, I often had the feeling to have a look into the inside of the rooms.

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