Papa had picked me up from my boarding school in Mussoorie, for summer vacations. We reached Dehradun and were...
The bell rang, everyone rushed out of the class. It was Sunday, our morning prep time was over and...
My siblings and I love to argue, no matter how stupid the topic. I am sure such is the...
We were quite unlucky in terms of attending marriages as we were studying in boarding school. And our parents...
Life is meaningless and purposeless If you never had buddies in the school, I can’t recall the day when...
During the time when the country is going through a tough phase of fight against COVID-19, and precautionary measures...
The sad news of Amit Sir has made me to reflect upon my association with him. Though it was...
The Fart Bomb My batch for some reason had this special affection towards our Maths lessons… while every other...
Inspired by Kanishka Mallick Sir’s Lockdown series, I decided to share my bit. Escapade -1 (OGGS Batch -2008) After the end...
“Who goes to the hills, goes to his mother….” – Rudyard Kipling They once lived in a mountain their...
Oak Grove Aquerelle: Ashish Bhadauria
| ARTWORK, 2000s, Art, Ashish Bhadauria, Paintings, Water Colour | 0– Ashish Bhadauria (2001) These paintings have been shared by Ashish Bhadauria on email and also posted on Facebook...
As the scooty entered the meandering road of Mussoorie, the familiar scent of vegetation awakened in me, many memories...
THE FUN FILLED GAME OF BOOK CRICKET Well, if you didn’t study in Oak Grove Junior School, you may...
“For once cricket has claimed you, it never lets you go.” This proverb goes so well with most of...
MR. XENODOCHIAL: Puneet Monga Sir How I wish I could go back to OG towards the end of the...
The Compelling Number Cruncher: M. Mushtaque
| EXPRESSIONS, TRIBUTES, 2000s, Modassir Mushtaque, Poetry, Tribute | 0THE COMPELLING NUMBER-CRUNCHER: Ma’am Kusum Kamboj Juggling with mathematical formula is always fun-filled bizarre, I never found any better...
It happened during winter. My memory struggles, as to what the year was. Rang De Basanti was playing in...
MAROON FEVER GRIPPED GREEN VALLEY Without any doubt, every cricketing fraternity will say that there is no greater rivalry...
As the pious month of Ramadan advances with happiness and prosperity, I remember my Ramadan Days at Oak Grove....
HEXED MARBLES AND DOOMED SATURDAYS When a child is below 5 years, he/she receives maximum love and affection from...
A WELL-TIMED VICTORY FOR CLASS CRICKET TEAM (2010 BATCH) Our Class Cricket Team could have lost the final of...
CRICKET- A GHOST THAT HAUNTED JS BOYS’ DORM I was one of the owls in Junior School Boys’ Dormitory...
I still regret that day. It would had been better, had it not occurred. We were in class V...
LOVE GURU- UNDER THE SHADOW OF A CONSPIRATOR It was the occasion of Holi, and OG’s atmosphere was filled...
We entered the month of April, this month takes me back to OG life for many reasons. New session,...
We all are aware of the term “Nawaab”. If we do not wear our slippers by ourselves and look...
It was on this day, ten years ago, on 27th March 2008, that I left our Alma Mater and...
A sprawling Oak An ode to visibility Distinct from distance Despite trees, giant, surround it Its roots spread around the trunk Like...
Mr. Veracious: M. Mushtaque
| EXPRESSIONS, TRIBUTES, 2000s, Anupam Singh, Modassir Mushtaque, Poetry, Tribute | 0A man who taught us never to lose hope, Not to worry much as life was full of scope,...
OG’s Dark Horse: M. Mushtaque
| OG STORIES, TRIBUTES, 2000s, Krishna Kumar, Modassir Mushtaque, Tribute | 0OG’s Dark Horse – Mr. K. Kumar Sir The very first night of OGBS wasn’t as horrible as we...
Now I come to the hills of Mussoorie as a tourist. Back then it was home. Those days, we...
“Hey, silver guy!” Sitting at my desk, pretending doing something, I was startled. The department chair stood before me....
Being a small kid I was crazy about cricket, Not only playing matches but also watched on cricket set,...
A Living Legend: M. Mushtaque
| EXPRESSIONS, TRIBUTES, 2000s, Modassir Mushtaque, Teacher, Tribute | 0A LIVING LEGEND: MR.BHATT SIR I entered Boys’ School and was busy in thoughts of entering a new zone,...
A Tribute To Juyal Sir: M. Mushtaque
| EXPRESSIONS, TRIBUTES, 2000s, Modassir Mushtaque, Poetry, Teacher, Tribute | 0A charismatic personality with eclectic approach and towering physique, For making OG champions in sports, he possessed all the...
MY OG SENIORS – MY ELDER BROTHERS We set foot in Senior Boys’ School with scary thought, Waiting for the...
“The acorns lay on the moss covered ground Scattered all over like pennies that fall from an unkempt...
– Shambhavi Jha (2003) These paintings have been shared by Shambhavi on email and also posted on Facebook/Instagram as a...
O mother! Forgive me for my ignorance… Remember you took me for a lesson when I was still so...
MILLENNIUM ACHIEVERS 2000-2010 Walk along the Chunakhala Road towards Jharipani and here comes Oak Grove School, What are you...
Sitting in a circle on the valley grass with my boys, Here is a bunch of guys who doesn’t...
We are, we are the guys of OG 2000-10 A Batch, Burn your stamina and try to find our match,...
Listen O’ Oakgrovians! Is our Oak Grove still the same, Where we played each and every game. As our...
From the original blog Doug said… Thanks for posting this online for us all to read, Pop! Glad you’ve...
Mr. Brayley’s Journal: OG Connection
| FEATURED POSTS, MEMOIRS, 2000s, Correspondence, Letters, Maurice Brayley | 0Letter #42: Retirement (1984-2016) 266, 2 St, Cardston, 3 Jan ’85 Dear Sasso, We spent September in England with Len...
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