My School Life – A Tribute
Student life is the best, the happiest and above all, the most carefree part of a person’s life.
Earlier, like my juniors, I also don’t used to believe this because school for me was just a place where homework’s are given and we just revise what we’ve already studied in our tuitions. But now, as we’re growing with the world, I realise that the concept of school is not what it seems to us. Paying so much concentration on our dislikes have actually faded the valuable things it has given us.
When I had my self-consciousness for the first time, I remember going in Kinder Garden in Naliya, Gujarat and didn’t even knew what actually a school was or where I was exactly going.All I knew was sitting with some new fellows and playing out the day.
Then came the time when I got my admission in 1st standard of K.V. AFS Agra. I spent my next five years in that school, studying and discovering something new about this worldevery other day.
Soon came the time when I was in 6th standard in K.V. Balurghat, West Bengal, for the first time discovered myself : what I was capable of, what I was good at, what I couldn’t do and the reason behind everything. I remember taking part in a dance competition and then realised that I could choreograph fair enough. And then one day I wrote my first story;
“The Dinosaur Island”.
Coming to Haridwar was an interesting turn in my life, for living in Bengal didn’t made me realise that people aren’t always good and kind and that knowledge, courage and confidence can only make one’s path which in turn made me somewhat mature.
And slowly the time began to pass, day after day, after year, leaving the sweet and sour memories behind and then one day I passed my 10th.
It was a kind of shock to me for some few years before; I used to see the senior
secondary students and would say “They are so much older than me” now I’m going on that platform on which I didn’t expect that I would ever step.
In my 11th, most of my time passed on my tuitions - studying, reading , writing and etc. Although it is just one year to reach the next level but this year was very hard for me.
First, I was not mentally prepared for such a huge load, and secondly my brother, who was there beside me in each and every crucial moment of my life, had to leave for his college . And as he left, I felt my heart sinking. At this time my best friends helped me to control my emotions and to fight back my problem on my own. Yes it was indeed difficult for me, but now it did not seemed to be impossible. My fights were over when my result declared me to step on my last and final year of my school life and so here I am counting the days of my last year in this school.
Still one question irritates me “What if I didn’t got to know what school is ? Or what if something like a school never exist.
But then my heart had the answers. It would simply mean that I would have been a trained animal with some properties of human but not exactly an actual human and that’s why it plays a very important role in every person’s life.
It was this place, I was taught to experience the magic in the world, the ever growing courage of heart, the pride of being the only one but, most importantly, the school had picked up that little four years old girl from the crowd to fill up her with endurance, imagination and wards so that she could express herself as Pritha Basu who can now frame her own thoughts and is thankful for teaching to use some of the world’s mightiest weapon- Pen, Brain and Thought.
