Dear School,
“Are we lab rats?” One summer evening I shouted in frustration! My dreams about high school were already shattered by then, engulfed by the COVID-19 Pandemic. I am a student of the famous batch which studied online but gave boards in person! The usual high school stories that I’ve grown up hearing from parents and watching on shows and the television never materialised for me. My high school stories are completely different but that doesn’t mean they’re not fun!
I’ve spent the 14 most important and joyous years of my life at Mahadevi Birla Shishu Vihar, which is an all-girls school( for co-ed students, it’s not boring, you’ll get to know soon). Albeit we never got into physical fights in school, but ours would be even more dangerous, because our weapons were water guns and ink guns(no less lethal than an AK-47)! Water fights and Pen fights were a very common thing at school, but it would never be to damage uniforms or anything, just basic harmless fun!!
I don’t think I can ever describe what MBSV has given me in words. I proudly announce that everything that I’m today, MBSV has contributed immensely in that. When people describe me as bold, confident and well spoken, I remember the days my teachers spent with me teaching me how to pronounce words in a articulate manner, grooming me for the future. Although always an above average student in school, I was loved by all my teachers always.
I often joke about the fact that I’ve learnt two things from MBSV: last minute jugaad and on the spot speeches! Our school loved last minute changes, and would often upset the whole programme schedule at the last minute. With everyone running around, it taught me to keep my calm in a panic situation. Another most important thing is switching languages in a conversation. Me and my friends still can switch to English mid word or mid sentence if we see a teacher or an official person at school!
School wasn’t only school for me, it was Home. I have experienced the highest highs and the lowest lows in that place, among those grey walls. Those desks have witnessed our fun, the classrooms have seen our madness and the ground has seen our friendships. Hearts were broken, relationships strained but somehow when we were leaving school, everyone felt the same. There was this bittersweet feeling in the heart and promises were made to keep in touch!
As all of us move forward in life, the building with its blue gate and grey walls still stands tall, as a witness to our madness!! I often look back at the pictures, they transport me to another world- the world of memories!
~Someone who’s still stuck in school