Sunday, 23 March 2014

Walking down the memory lane

It was just another day and I logged onto Facebook to simply browse through the recent updates. One of the first things that I had noticed was an Invite from my School admin asking all the past pupils to come join the Alumni meet, 2014.

That’s when I’d realized that I hadn't visited my Alma Mater in over a year! I was so busy, caught up in my own little world of TV shows and college friends and assignments that I hadn't visited my school or contacted any of my teachers for so long. And that’s when I realized how much I had actually missed my school, how much I had missed walking through those gates, singing Hymns during the mass and secretly taking the Teacher’s Stairs just for the sake of the thrill.

As I walked through the familiar gates of my school, I smiled at the bahadur who still remembered me. I looked around and saw all familiar faces, students from batches before me and some after me. A warm sense of belonging washed over me, as I gleefully decided to take the Teacher’s way, which is prohibited to be used by students. But since I was no longer a student, I took it anyway. Some nuns passed by, unfamiliar faces. So much has changed over the years.

School days are indeed the best part of one’s life. It lays the foundation for the virtues and values you believe in later in your life. It determines the kind of person you would become. The kind of friendships you make, the things you learn, and not to mention, the interest you develop then makes you the person you are now.

As I went and took my seats next to my friends, I noticed some of my teachers sitting on the side. Memories washed over me, as I remembered the classes I had taken with them and all the times they punished us for either not having done the homework or causing some sort of mischief in class, or simply for not plaiting your hair neatly with a center partition.

I remember saying a thousand times that I would never go back to my school, that I’d hated it, and that I never really learnt anything useful or productive there. But when I look back from the time I left school, I've realized that I have changed a lot as a person, but what remains intact are the values and virtues my Alma Mater had instilled in me.

Whether you are from a convent school or a Hindu-based school or even the school of Islam, schools, undeniably lay the groundwork of your character and attitude and no matter where you go and what you achieve, you will always have your school memories to look back to.

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