Words don’t come easy to me when it comes to writing about my good old school days. Setting about to describe it is a very difficult proposition as it spans 12 glorious years of my life .It is not only the years that have gone bye but an era. Indeed, the past years have seen my transformation from kid to an adolescent, on to a teenager and finally into an adult. My school has been a silent witness to my journey of life. Silent yet Conspicuous, leaving a powerful impact on my life.
Our school life has groomed us all into socially committed and responsible adults, with basic human values deeply instilled in us.
In contemplation, I guess, I am satisfied that my hopes have been fulfilled because this institution has enabled me to realise my true self.
The ambience of my school has brought out our individuality; the manifold opportunities it gave, helped us realize our capabilities, and its strength gave wings to our dreams and aspirations. It is because of those values that I am what I am today.
The school was not jus the classrooms. The whole process starting from getting ready to go to school early in the morning is what makes it so cherished. The Getting up early in the morning to my mom’s scolding, reluctantly going for a bath, the hurried breakfast with mom running behind me to feed me. Running on the road to catch the bus, the morning assembly, the lunch breaks, sharing lunch boxes, the PT periods, the long corridors where we spent the last minutes of the lunch break chit chatting, the greenery all around, The jungle where we would go to play and have our lunch, the gallery steps, Our open Stage where we used to have our assemblies and our extra curricular activities, the big open ground, our beautiful and well stocked library where we used to spend hours of joy. All of these are little fragments of reminiscences that constitute one my sweetest memory of my life.
I am missing them all.
The years spent here have been a glorious roll of drums. More memories come flooding to my mind
- The time spent with my friends and the frequent battle of wits
- The agony that accompanies a miserable run through the exams and then the exhilaration and satisfaction of an improved performance.
- The joy of an excursion
- The muted sense of empathy for a fellow classmate going thru a bad phase.
- The frequent summons to Principals room to get a piece of his mind.
- The sports day … Annual day … Scouts n guides’ camp…. Farewell day...
The list is endless. I could just go on and on.
It was one of the greatest episodes of our life and it has been a most memorable one.
Our beloved teachers … thank you will be a very mild phrase for them. …..
They gave their priceless moments to our well being, tolerated our tantrums and extended moral support through out. Like Henry Adams says “A teacher affects eternity. He can never tell where his influence stops.” And somehow I feel they have played a great part in molding all of us. They were our candle bearers who left us at the threshold of life as courageous individuals and responsible citizen of the country.
It is very hard to put into words all that I feel about my school, but every time I look back to my school days, I Feel Great.
They say ……
To meet, to love and Then to Part
That is the sad tale of the Human heart
But of course, we “meet” to make memories
And “part” to preserve them
I think its true and these memories will always be alive in our hearts.
P.S.- This not an entirely original aritcle. The major chunk of it is the contribution of a friend if mine. As is the idea. I only have editorial rights.
I would like to thank Reshmi for this .
