Events like this are reminders of how unforgivably and inexorably the clock has ticked on. Most of my favorite teachers have retired. Some have even died. My classmates have all nurtured paunches but lost their hair. The cricket ground has been replaced by an ugly building that has no regard for the harmoniousness of the place.
Yet, thankfully, some things have not changed at all. The ground is still as glorious as ever although the backdrop has changed drastically. The tree growing at an angle, also called the Kamat Tree, named after V. Kamat, the kid who sat under its shade after mock-fainting in every single assembly, still endures. Ms. Pothan still has the zen in her smile. And Ms. Harriet D'Sa, a full decade after retirement, still looks like royalty.
And finally, Bhootroom, also known as the Scout Den, has lost none of its spookiness. Its occupant, however, reportedly won a lottery and took an early retirement.
4 comments:
Wow, you are THAT old? All my teachers are pretty much there and nobody has died and for what its worth, life expectancy in Bangalore is higher than in Delhi. :-)
Deepak, I am not sure I remember you, guess you were not my batch mate, i finished tenth in 1992.
But good to see school snaps & bhoot room..
hey D...nostalgia! I miss my school.
Stumbled onto this blog while searching for my high school teachers. Good for Booth ! I still remember him hawking candy during the short break in his Den!
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