Being Myself II

Leaving JDS was a real significant event for me. There it was like a second home..........may be first and more preffered one, to be honest. There were friends, and we all were secured under its roof; but I knew things would be different elsewhere, my friends knew me and there was a kind of understanding amongst us. I never had to think twice before saying or doing anything. But, all the same time I knew things won't be same forever, and it was this point of my life that I had take the decision. I decided to shift my school for my +2. It was a real challenge as I knew now it was my turn to cope and adjust with other people. I was about to face a total new life ahead........

My ICSE result was quite good but I decided to go for humanities (common now....I never had a knack for science or commerce). This time it was St. Paul's Mission School, with an odd timing (2 to 7 PM), but it suited me....well any odd thing suits me...lolz. Life there was also fun and I enjoyed n enjoyed n enjoyed.........but it was a real short one ( and you can't keep a track when you are having soooo much enjoyment). But things were not same in the beginning. In fact it was a learning phrase for me.

St. Paul's differed from JDS from many respect and one of them was the fact that there I had to earn my name and popularity which always seemed so natural in my old school. I learned to make new friends, to adjust with other people, to take up challenges, and most importantly to fight to survive....(well for me 'survive' not only means to be alive but to live like a king).

My two years at St. Paul's was like living a dream, busy with school feasts, having new friends, party, movies, freak out; but the most loved and memorable one was 'VIVES'.........an annual cultural school meet organized by "The Telegraph". There was a boy from our class called Arpan, who was a real talented musician (he had a crush on me...well honestly I had nothing for him neither he was my good friend), represented our school. The song called "Love is a sweet poison" (composed and sang by Arpan) was suddenly dedicated to me in front of all the audience. I was surely embarrassed but later after so many years when I recall those moments, it seems so sweet and romantic (obviously..just imagine anyone doing the same for you....you will surely love it) , but I was actually very harsh with him then. If I ever get a chance I will really like to apologize.

All these years of my life taught me one thing that you cannot control your feeling and love for anyone and it is just the same for others too. May be you don't love the person but that never stop him/her from loving you and indeed "LOVE IS A SWEET POISON".

Being Myself

Last night I had a dream, a very unusual one.......I was back to my school feast after long eight years. I was excited, thought of seeing all my old friends and teachers, but to my utter disappointment none to find. I was running but no one was there. It was all silent and dark........breath taking....With a jerk I woke up.... 'its just a dream' ....I told my self. But I was scared.......scared of darkness.... silence....and losing; and I still am .


Suddenly I remembered its 26th October........the day which changed my life. Speaking of my life......well I was and still am a very happy-go-lucky sort of a person. I love my life whatever comes on the way. Like everyone else I miss my childhood and my school. It was a complete fun filled one, and when I am concerned it has to be. I was a bit tomboyish at school (mine was JULIEN DAY, GANGANAGAR) always playing and hopping around with guys, one of the most mischievous and bossy girl of my time.....energetic and full of fun. But it was not always fun, I hated the exam time and being a mischievous girl I was bound to get punishment. Hey.....don't take me otherwise I was good, my teachers still love me. ;)


My school was in the suburbs of Kolkata. It is a beautiful building with a garden and a cottage (which was an orphanage for girls). There were two big Alsatians and lots of rabbits. Gosh..........I can just visualize them as if it was just yesterday I was there.....actually after spending twelve long nice years its very normal... :)


Every good thing has to come to an end.......and so did my time in JDS (stands for Julien Day School, but we had a different one..lolz ) It was on 1999, 5th February that I was finally thrown out of my school. Hey......I was on my 10th standard and I got my farewell yaar........lolz.