Weekends are for that 10 minutes of extra lazing on the bed in the morning, leaving the bed untidy...
Of all options, reform is the best way to correct delinquents and prevent future misdeeds. That is what is...
It is naturally not very easy to adjust to any kind of lockdown. However, once you get used to...
Junior School was a visual lockdown. You could stand in the middle of the flat & virtually view the...
In a lockdown, many things get rationed. Hostel life in a way is a lockdown. You are free within...
This lockdown was special in many ways. For one, this was an experience reserved for junior school kids...
This may resonate more with people who got admitted to the school hospital at least 3-4 times for at...
Excerpts from CHAPTER XXIII of a book written by Mr. G. Huddleston in 1906, dedicated to his colleagues in...
In boarding school, we had all the time in the world available to us but, sometimes, limited to zero...
One weather that reminds me of 248152 is the mid of September/October. Not that any other day, evening or...
The man had only two emotions, He was happy when we were happy, He was angry when we were...
What is the definition of a royal? How do we come to be called a blue blood? It is...
How close are close friends, really? As in, literally. Distance wise. Probably, depends on person to person & relationship...
कुछ गालियाँ और गालियों से बुरी होती हैं. कुछ और भी खराब लगती हैं जब, वो कोई ऐसा शख़्स...
Pointless Life takes turns. Life also has its steeps & slopes. Many a times, life pops up a pushta...
Bed Of Thorns (remembering 2nd Oct, every year, 1988-1996) 2nd Oct, was a much awaited day, by everyone. Not...
Echo Of A Song Not For Me Photographs, like paintings, are actually creations of the originator. The slight difference...
For the batch of 2018 who recently stepped out to join us as ex-Oakgrovians, all the future batches...
Evening Lights in the Valley Sitting on the wrought iron bench, That was half wet due to the mist,...
For everyone here who has spun acorns & collected tiny branches . I received an invite from an old...
On the winding roads of life, We have learnt to manoeuver, The vehicle of our being; And yet through...
Every time While leaving those gates I promise myself, This is the last time; Next time, I won’t cry....
I saw this young bespectacled boy, Standing a little away from the crowd, Clutching his bed-arch in the dormitory;...
Hey Ram! Probably the most prolific death sentence that has reverberated in this part of the world. I believe, the...
Sunday was the day when a make belief world would be created in junior school when prisoners would role-play...
Going to Senior Boys School was a known surprise and an unknown certainty. We all knew what’s coming. As...
I joined boarding school in 1987. In class IV. Initial few months were as expected, not very smooth. Interesting...
It was an October evening of 1988. The day was fairly uneventful. Mrs. Mathur was on duty. Nothing exceptional...
On the somber occasion of the 11th day of her demise, there was a prayer meeting held in Mata...
Personality of a mountain; Heart of a vast sea, Walk of authority, Discipline unquestioned. Rock eyes with steel cold looks, Voice was thunder, A smile...
We always wanted to meet Greet each other in the same old tone, Hurling careless, loving curses. With soft...
It is an empty feeling; been a long time since I saw you But then, you never left me...
(our dearest friend, teacher and life long mentor) पहले दिन taxi के पीछे वो दौड़ा था Trunk और hold-all...
दुनिया एक आईना थी हंसो तो वापिस हंसती थी हमसे पूछो हमारे जंगले मे लंगूरों की क्या मस्ती थी...
ऐ वक़्त आज उसी पुश्तै पे चल बैठा जाए, फिर लंगूरों को उचलते कूदते देखा जाए … जहाँ दोस्तों...
(Our tribute to the most loved teacher in school) Mr. Prashant Kumar Bagchi…. we love you, Sir!! He remembered...
Nervous about senior school Be it as a day scholar or a boarder, we detest going to school, the...
It’s been a while that I penned down my thoughts. Which reminds me of the time when for the...
This is a fantasizing view of reality as it unfolded; a semi-fictional, semi-autobiographical account of past events with hopefully...
Till date, no one has given me a sound logic as to why the second Saturday of every month...
In school, far away from our families, the only means of news reaching each other was through letters. In...
I still don’t know why was it called Fancy Fair? In fact, unlike city schools we never even had...
Preparations would start as early as a month prior to the day. Cultural programs to be performed were selected...
I was meeting my school boys after a long gap in time. Walking in, just one look at the...
Since childhood, we had heard people humming around at home. Ma was a decent hummer. She would get these...
We had stepped into the bad world of Senior School where Class VI was the junior most class. We...
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