Down the memory lane…


The High school where I studied, completed its Platinum Jubilee celebrations recently. I wrote this for the PJ Souvenir in the honour of my school and the teachers.


A sea of pink and purple,                                                                                            Smiling faces with bright ribbons,                                                                                 Rushing through the big black gate,                                                                                    As the loud school bell echoes…

Is the first thought that comes to my mind!

The voice of the HM booming regally,
On the dais, during the assembly,
Hushed giggles, secret pinches,
Getting chided for not paying attention;
Is what slowly transformed the little girls into young ladies!

The morning hours would drag on,
Many of us, waiting for the lunch break,
To rush out and exchange the tit-bits,
Of the previous days happenings;
Gave us those cherishable teenage pleasures of sharing!

Maths, physics, chemistry, biology,
The joy of discovering the new concepts,
And learning and challenging ideas,
Were such precious moments of those years;
Gave us the foundation to grow and find our inner strengths!

The language classes were the ones,
Where we learnt the lessons of life,
Embedded with a lot of classic jokes,
Which would make us laugh and go pink!
Gave us those relaxing moments amidst the heavy cramming!

The Saturday morning Bhajans,
With all of us squatting on the ground,
Are so memorable and etched in my mind,
That I still hum them to myself sometimes;
Gave us the experience of invoking the divine in mass gatherings!

I cannot forget the basket-ball court,
Where I first learnt to handle the big orange ball,
With those sly but efficient coaches who taught us,
And also made us win a District level match!
This brought in the ‘sporty’ dimension into my personality!

I discovered a new set of friends here,
And how easily we got-together as a gang!
Very friendly, yet so competitive,
Teasing each other, yet so caring!
Gave us great relationships to build on!

The school and the teachers,
Have actually molded our personalities,
Opened up our hidden talents,
Boosted our confidence to always do better!
And this has truly made me what I am today!

Here is a moment,
To say ‘Cheers’ to all those patient teachers,
Who have put in their valuable time and effort?
To make millions of us, better humans!!
My due respects to all my dear teachers who are a part of me!!


One Response

  1. Yes, memories of school bring out the poet in all of us. There’s something about the nostalgia that makes us wax lyrical.

    Which school ?? In Bangalore ?

    Delighted at your second innings in the blog. May you score a triple century 🙂

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