My School My Life
- Shubhankar
Mishra
“A solemn walk, an
audacious prance,
The merry singing, the
merry dance,
The old and young, the
wise and naïve
Institutionalism,
Idealism, holisticity alive
Ample learning and
advancement rife
The tree of knowledge, a root of life “
Summing up twelve years of my life in a page is a magnanimous
and frankly, impossible task. Yet it is imperative that I try. And Centre Point
School has taught me exactly that. Try. Strive. Fall. Pick yourself up. Try. Soar.
I have played in the corridors of the red buildings and swinged
along the branches of the ‘Gulmohar’ trees for as long as I remember (and far
too long than I am proud of) .From a terribly meek and ailing youngling in
junior school, to a fat bruiser of a brat in senior high, my experienced,
dedicated, understanding and far-sighted teachers somehow managed to propel my
overweight constitution onto the stage and thus help me find my calling as a
performer. I would have been left desolated, hunched and ignorant had I not been
a student of this school.
It makes me think.
The sheer amount of hours and love that the staff and
teachers surrender to make our lives better is overwhelming. From the peons to
the principals, the indiscriminate work fidelity is moving and awe-inspiring.
Be it the indocility and irregularity of a standard one calf or the ferocity
and incorrigibility of a teenager in senior high, the teachers are an army
trained to manage them all and Boy! They manage ‘em good!
My school is my life
and my life is 25 years old this year.
It calls for celebration and hoo-hah but it also calls for
some quiet and pure gratitude to be felt within all of us. Regardless of the
duration for which you might have been associated with this school or the role
you played during the course of your association, a hearty “Thank you” to your
class teacher or a well tutored “ Good morning ma’am!” to the Principal might
do you some good. Be wary though. She might correct you. “It’s afternoon Mr. Mishra!” I better start
wearing a watch.
A thousand things left
to say.
A bunch of other wonderful and enigmatic things have occupied
a good part of my twelve years in this school. To not mention them is a crime I
hate to commit. All I can conclude with is a big “thank you” in exasperated
bold fonts hoping this futile attempt would wrap up my love for this school.
Thank You Centre Point
