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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Au Revoir

The ride so far has been with you Jesus - the reason why I have hope, am saved and have an everlasting relationship with my Father.

It is that time of the year, where twelfth graders in Delhi are awaiting their board results. I am one of them this year. Incredulously, my school journey is over. It is difficult to not getting up at 6 am to get ready for school, rushing out the door at 6 30 to catch the school bus, not saying namaste to Mali bhaiyya who stands at the side gate, no saying Freeze, when the freeze bell rings, not entering my class where my classmates are completing last minute homework, not going out for assembly, not saying Namaste and Mithai kahan hain? to Netra bhaiyya, not saying Kasto cha to Ram Bhaiyya and Durga bhaiyya, going with my Fine Arts theory notes to Ram bhaiyya to get them photocopied, no more going to the Library to ask John Sir about the latest books in the library, or just chatting with him about kerela, not seeing Suman Aunty in the corridor and talking to her, not seeing Rajdeep aunty, or Kamla Aunty, who so willingly made tea whenever I had a bad cold and showered her aashirwaad on me or Jagbiri aunty who would clean up the mess we made in the art room, no more crazy recesses, no more standing on the stage and saying "classes 7-9 please form your lines...."
All of the bhaiyyas and Aunty's I mentioned above are very special people whom I've had the pleasure of coming across and getting to know during my years at St. Mary's. We are more than blessed to have them at our school. They form a very important part of our School as do our teachers, who have continuously been our guide. As I leave St. Mary's its difficult to visualize what my next educational institution would be like without the following teachers who have helped me, guided me, admonished me, helped me grow as a person and as a student, and who have cared for me.
Koshi Ma'am: Thank you that you don't have a secretary, that we don't need to make appointments to come and talk to you, that we can just come to you anytime and talk to you about anything! I'm just very grateful that you are approachable and understand us. Thank you for the coffee that I came for, thrice in a row! Thank you for being the Principle that you are, which is the best!!!
It will be difficult to enter a classroom in college now without Kaul Ma'am in it. I will miss her presence, sarcasm, wit and humour a great deal at college. Our English lessons were always just so full of life with Ma'am and I'm very grateful to God for making me Kaul ma'am's student. From book lessons, we'd move on to more important lessons (not that the book lesson was not important) about life. Ma'am would share her experiences with us, and would be upset if we did not behave in the right manner. She cared. She opened herself, so that we could go and talk to her about anything and everything. Every English exam, all of us, whom Kaul Ma'am taught would be asking everyone we knew for a gel pen, if we wanted our paper to be corrected. I remember I had to sit on the floor once and write an imposition, 500 times: I WILL NOT FORGET TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK. It worked. After that, I did my English homework. Thank you Ma'am for everything. I will miss you immensely.
Political Science Classes with Meena Ma'am were just the best! We hardly let Ma'am teach us. Though we were 8, (and I'm sure she will agree) we were a handful lot! Now that I reflect, I realize how much we troubled ma'am. All our personal problems would come out during pol sci. I wonder how ma'am could teach us with Anupam and me constantly arguing. Ayu poking me with her pencil. Megha giving us that "will u shut up" look, Nisha, Anjali passing notes and Sween and Prerna just being a part of the audience. I'll never forget her, or her classes. We poured so much of our lives into her. She listened. She made the most difficult part of the chapter easy for us. She'd dictate notes and we'd copy. She made pol sci one of the easiest subjects. Ma'am taught us. Taught us our book lessons and lessons about how to meet challenges in the real world. I'll always miss pol sci classes, how we laughed, cried, got angry, hardly made notes, debated, and our book lessons - World and Indian politics, ma'am patiently explaining what we just couldn't understand and revising what we learnt everyday, and of course, how we celebrated birthdays!!
We did English with Kaul Ma'am, Political Science with Meena ma'am and completed THREE books in history with Madhu ma'am. We troubled Madhu ma'am the most. Ma'am worked so hard with us. She made notes. She got notes from different schools. This was the class composition: Three books, one determined, hard working teacher and 8 lazy students.
I remember how well ma'am explained history that I began to enjoy the lessons (not the tests and exams though) History classes, were again, amazing. We didn't just do history, we always had live drama happening at Ma'am's office. it's much better than the daily sops that come on TV. Also, our discussions would revolve around a lot of things. We studied, we joked, we laughed, we talked about the condition of women, earrings, sarees, amusement parks in ma'am's classes. I remember ma'am the notes that ma'am would make and distribute in the class as well as dictate. Class 11 and 12 history classes will be missed greatly. I'm sure the best history classes happen at SMS and the LOST (humanities group, class of 2008) will agree with me!
A glimpse of Fine Arts classes, with Manoj sir... I learnt so much from sir. Arts taught me one of the most important lesson - how to be PATIENT. There were so many times when I just thought I wouldn't be able to do it, when I wanted to give up, but Sir wouldn't let me. He always encouraged me to move on. He criticised my work as well as appreciated it. He encouraged us to "think out of the box" and with every painting of mine, freely express myself, to leave a bit of me in my paintings, to reflect my personality in my paintings. Sir, also treated me like his daughter. He did not hesitate to correct me when I was wrong. We shared so much. Sir, Ayu and I. We would also talk about a lot of things that would affect us later on in life. Sir, Ayu and I share a bond. Its amazing to see how a subject, Fine Arts develop a bond between a teacher and his two little lost crazy students.
Abhishek Sir, I'll miss him alot! Sir was a friend and not just a teacher. I remember sitting with him and taking his phone and clicking pictures, teasing him.. pulling his hair... singing with him.. and just talking... hmmm.."people get ready...knocking on heaven's door!!" it has been an experience!!!
Mary Ma'am, she never taught me, but she means alot to me! She's treated me like her daughter and always has opened her arms out for me whenever I've needed her.
Lahiri Ma'am, I'd try to hide from ma'am in school, because I was so scared she'd ask me to go for a debate competition. Thank you ma'am for always encouraging me and sending me for various competitions, although I "shied" away from it in the last two years..
Jyoti Ma'am, hahahaha.. dats what we do.. laugh and tease, wherever that may be, in the hall, staircase.. corridor..
Vyas Ma'am, I'll always remember ma'am's hindi classes in 7th and 8th grade! From getting 28 to 60!! I'll never forget how we worked on the school magazine -editing articles, re-writing them on a fresh page etc etc. Oh, and the hindi board we put up in 8th grade with ma'am!!!
Jha Sir my house teacher, and ever so supportive of the decisions I made as the house captain of my house. Thank you so much sir.
Gaba Sir, sir, bahut pareshaan kiya na? list bhi time pe nahi banta tha, or slow marching bhi dhanki nahi hoti thi, aur daant dikhati rahti thi! =D

When I first joined St. Mary's I will confess that I didn't want to come back. But today as I leave St. Mary's I want to come back. St. Mary's has now become a second home for me, and I cannot describe how grateful I feel to be a part of the SMS family. I leave with the best that SMS has to give and hope to make my Alma Mater proud. I leave with a lot of memories, that I'll always cherish.

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