Situated on the outskirts of Calcutta is a school most known for the remarkable results it produces year after year. The environment around, I just cannot explain to you in words. U can actually connect to Nature. In between the big tall oak trees and high, continuous hedges stood a School as fixed as the Pole Star. Our Headmistress is more our ‘Sister’ than being a principal of a school. Probably this is the school where I have spent the longest time of my life and my attachment to it is as strong as a tree rooted to soil.
After so many years when I recall those days, sitting on an easy chair, I go nostalgic. My visit to DAV, Shayamli with the Spirit Continues team freshened up my memories of my school days. The Basket Ball ground, the classrooms, the canteen, the corridors, the shout, the hooligan behavior, the punishment, the friends, the teachers and their rebuke, the recess periods; everything is so memorable and so extra ordinary. These are probably the days which can never come back. While in school I never realized that deep in my heart it would remain embedded unscratched, yet today I feel I have it all because of “Modern School”. The students of this school are in the best institutions of the nation. Whenever I go back, I wake up early in the morning and wait to see white-blue bus cross my house. The bus, whose horn on those days reminded me that it’s one of the weekdays when school is on, today is so soothing that I don’t mind waking up just to see it pass by.
Time repeats itself. So it has done. We realize the values of everything when it is no more with us. The teachers of my School always had a tendency to put us under restriction which at that time I hated. Yet today when there is nobody to actually force me to do anything, I guess I have the same feeling and I feel that the school days were better that I had a scope to oppose. The farewell party, which probably none of the “Modernites” can ever forget was a unique of its kind.
An ICSE school always made me proud of the way it stands. I am proud to be a “Modernite”.
everyone misses der school but m never missed it.wish i cud....
ReplyDeletewas a simple but good one keep writing and enjoy it
ReplyDeletereally nice piece of writin...feelin nostalgic !! :) keep it up
ReplyDeletelast summer i went to visit my school.....you know to recapture all the old memories......after spending about 37 minutes examining everything that changed....i realized i was at the wrong school.....
ReplyDeletehey kiddo s back 2 school...
ReplyDeletejust kidding!!nice piece of writing...
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ReplyDeleteyup..very true. those scul days were the golden days of our life..they are to be treasured for the rest of our miserable lives..didnt realize it den...really a touching bit of piece..really yearn to go back dere..
ReplyDeleteWas so short n meaningful!!! Cant believe u writing such matured piece! WEll done
ReplyDelete:) nice one...
ReplyDeleteWell.. gud heartfelt peice of writin.. evn i had written sumthin simmilar once.. wud like to share a few lines from it..
ReplyDeleteI clearly remember, the day that we all arrived,
with our hearts pounding and hope in our eyes.
I remember the days, in which we laughed together
and drenched ourselves, in the rainy weather!
I remember every frown and every tear cried,
and every little argument or the noisy fights...
I remember the jinks and pranks, planted n shared,
or the unspoken silence, when we were so scared!
Sometimes we flunked, but were never depressed,
and all traces of gloom, just vanished by the recess.
The history classes, which were so hopelessly boring,
that even the frontbenchers ended up snoring!
I remember the meals we enjoyed, in midst of the class,
and the long evenings spent, just lying on the grass..
The birthdays that were so joyously celebrated,
and all those little love notes which were confiscated,
the crushes and the heartburn of being rejected,
those pep talks given by friends, on seeing us dejected.
All the songs we sung, and all the movies seen,
those unending discussions, sitting in the canteen.
The way we all cried, on hearing the last school bell,
and how we hugged and held hands during our farewell…
Frozen in the picture, the school clock never ticks.
The smiles still persist and so do the memories…
the latter part of it is a lil bit of 'gyaan' so skipped dat.. anyways.. u wud b well served if u remove dis word verification thingy.. u hav gud style.. keep postin..
coaching life was really hard but study was interesting...in college i think we are just getting marks ..i am missing my coaching teachers......
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