School 1: Teachers Day 2013

The picture is dedicated to all my teachers at school. Many of my school friends have seen this familiar road.

For now i would like to talk about my school with a happy note in my voice. I was in Loreto Asansol, and hence when i was to join this permanent group of friends for my schooling, it was very difficult to convince the school. The principal insisted that the level of knowledge for class III was inadequate. She said that i would find her set of students very studious. According to her, Loreto had trained me to be carefree. Finally when i started with this group in class III, the principal was also the maths teacher. She was amazed by my skills. The other students received pinches, while i got away with my tables, and marks. Geography and history were difficult for me. I remember the day, few of us were sent out of class. Then the teacher came and he asked us to lift our skirts, and we received one cane each on our thighs. It might sound a little crude, but i remember that as soon as the teacher went in, we were in splits. Now it was time to play. Our teachers lived around the place. They would interfere with our playing time, results, behavior, and growth. If you are to see your teachers wherever you go, it does not feel very comfortable.

Then came high school. We had to travel in the school bus in junior school. From class VI we could cycle to school. The best part was the cycling, but then there were two routes. One route took us on the main road and up a small steep slope into the school. The other took us through the fields, and opened up on the football grounds, right in front of the assembly. Obviously we kids would turn our cycles left into the fields and ride to school. Occasionally the teachers and the brothers on their mo-bikes would force us onto the main road. On the main road five of us could go together, covering the road. Through the fields we had to go in a single lane, on the elevated field separators. Probably the people who owned the fields, did not want us to be there. Occasionally we would have a fall, but then who cared. The white skirts would give away the fall to our friends, and no matter what we did, we had to feel a little shy, about the mud.

Will keep this short and continue all about my school in the next few parts.