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posted by richa @ 10:40 AM 1 comments

School Life

class X-A

hey, thats me..... just towards the right of our class teacher, Ms Niti and towards her left is one of my childhood friends, Niti.
Looking at the pic, its sad/glad to recall that I was one of the tallest girls in our class. On the contrary, there was also a time I tried my hands on one of those 'increase your height' pills. But all in vain....

Had our class X re-union. It was surprising that the meeting plan was successfull which is very rare when am there. We were ten people who managed to come to the mall, out of a total of fourteen who were invited......... Started from a common platform, DAVPS gurgaon, now all of us are moving in different directions. And it never occurred to any of us that we were actually meeting after four years. Had a nice time starting with a coffee at Barista to the second day show of the movie 'superman returns'.

I left DAV after completing class X. Some of the bestest of my friends and some of the wonderful memories of my school years are from DAV. I miss them.

memories
nursery class
I entered school life when I was three and a half years old. My first school was Roots and Wings school, gurgaon, from where I did my nursery. I couldnt adjust there. One of those shy girls still I dont know how I managed to bag the second prize in the fancy dress competition at the age of three and half. Dont believe me but I still remember my stage performance. I was a pandit and was dressed up with a dhoti, turban and circular(mahatama gandhi like) spects. I still got that pic. Papa got it enlarged and put it in the drawing room. A day before my performance, mom and dad made me practice my dialogue hundred times. It was some shlok or gayatri mantra. I dont remember that but I clearly remember what I said when I went up on the stage. My name was called when I was sitting back stage having my favourite marie gold biscuits. I went up the stage and then a pandit, who was supposed to say the gayatri mantra came up with "Angrezo Bharat Chodo". Dad asked the teacher to make me repeat it(for it was not what I was to say) and again I came up with "angrezo bharat chodo". I got the second prize and dad convinced me by saying that the first prize is given to the son of the schools principle, always.
It was a good school with various activities like skating, horse riding etc. but it was not meant for me. Soon I changed my school and started with my LKG from DAV, sec4, gurgaon. And I have loved my school since beginning. But things change.....

LKG to 2nd....
Did it from the sec4 branch of DAV. I was a tomboy. Dont remember if I had any girl friends. Didnt like their games also. Was one of the intelligent students of the class (can subtract 6 from 43) , quite famous with teachers also (got a mango-bite toffee when I fell down from the table). First prize in holidays homework, GK quiz, relay race are few of the many examples. Was also good at saying jokes in the class. One of my jokes got a wide approval and listenin to it now, makes me say how_dumb_is_that. See, we are growing old.
Back home also, I used to play with my bros friends. I was kind of the leader of the group. lol!
But again things change.....

3rd to 8th....
Dad shifted us(me and my bro) to sec-14 branch of DAV. I lost my group of friends. Was not in contact with any of them. No phones at that time, also we were just kids. Things were not the same anymore. I started interacting with girls. Took me time to make new friends. Though I love my class teacher, Ms Ruba Chakrabroty. My Parents were the happiest parents after every PTM. Though I hate PTMs.
By the time I reached class 7th, I have started loving my class. There was a strong bond for we were together for the past four years. I have some good memories of class VIII. It was the time when we entered our teen age and in one of our counsellings, a teacher asked us what we meant by the word 'adolescent'. No one could answer and she was the most surprised human being on this piece of earth. After getting back to her normal self, she explained the word to the whole class. So class VIII was the best. But things change.....

9th to 10th.....
We were to choose between Hindi and Sanskrit as one of our core subjects. And on the basis of that our sections would be divided. I never liked Hindi as a subject, so I stick to Sanskrit but the majority of my class chose Hindi and inspite of all my efforts I was shifted to section A from B. I neve thought if I can like my new class for I miss section B. There were four of my friends alongwith me from section B. Though I spent my recess timings and chutti timings with my old pals. But slowly, I started loving my class. My class teacher Mr Aswini, was very much impressed by me for I was a phodu in maths. yes, thats the only subject I loved and I hate SST. Science was ok for me. In class Xth, I went on a trip to Goa and I was the only person from our section to go to goa. The rest were from section B. and about the trip, it was like, dont ever be over excited for anything,,,, for the reverse can also happen.
tenth got over. luckily or unluckily,I scored decent marks to get an admission in one of the best schools in India, DPSRKP.. and things changed..........

11th and 12th....
hmmm..... The two years that gives me an entry to my dream college - DAIICT!

And again things changed..............

posted by richa @ 9:04 AM 4 comments