Life is all vague for now…
Memories always irk. Err… no!!! They bring tears and smiles and sometimes, make me giggle in the shadows of my room. No matter how blurry – they are the best for keepsake.
This is a memoir. Of my version in Lourdes – the beautiful temple I would want to visit again and again and again and again… till my lungs gasp and until my heart beats, I’ll worship this shrine.
They say life is a blur. Well, yes. I do have few faded reminiscences right from my first day of my school, a small child in a green with two tiny pony tails and till the last day, when I walked in a saree. Oh! The farewell it was.
I toddled in this huge well-structured place - ignorant, unidentified, naïve and just because my parents got me admitted. I knew nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why am I here? What m I doing here? What will I get from here? My questions were unasked but… they were answered, years later. What I m is the answer to all my queries.
I can’t forget Sr. Elizabeth. My first class teacher. I do not bear in mind what she looked like. All I summon up is a figure in badge habit with a black veil. Those lines we formed to go to the toilets, the Christmas tree that I colored brown and there - landed a B amidst all those A+s in my report card. I still have the photograph where I was a drummer boy, my pony popping out of the cap. How I would wait outside the classroom and watch all the big “didis” entering the computer lab. Oh I wish I could peek into the machine lab! I envied the blue uniform and fancied it so bad. Those innocent fights with class-mates – all I knew were “kai-do” and never any hard feelings involved.
I miss… those days of safety cuddled with security and wrapped with the affection I received from my sisters and teachers. Those times when I could just be myself and play all the shenanigans along with my mates. Concrete friends and relations were built then. Oh how I disliked that teacher for being the first one to make me cry and how she later on turned to be the teacher I adore the most!!! Those wakeful hours of darkness during the exams and those fun hours buttered with hard work when we prepared for the annual days and fun-fairs. The bliss of team spirit it was!!! The picnics we waited for so eagerly.
All I do now is shut my eyelids and sense those moments of ecstasy which will never come back and knowing that, I feel my heart so grave. Gone are those days, gone are those moments. I credit my school… LOURDES CONVENT for what I am today and what I will be tomorrow. I am greatly obliged.
Time passed as I matured. It flew at the velocity of light years, I believe. From primary to high school and then, higher secondary. It seems just yesterday when I first walked into the gigantic gates, adhered to my father with tears in my eyes. How monstrous my school felt and now, it is a paradise on earth. All I wish is to be buried in the land of LOURDES so that my spirit lives in this beautiful paradise forever…
I proudly credit all my teachers and sisters: -
Sr. Flevia, Sr. Rosemary, Sr. Ancela, Sr. Maud, Sr. Elizabeth, Sr. Delicia, Sr. Francisca, Sr. Anita, Rose teacher, Marathe teacher, Farnaz teacher, Sajida teacher, Neeta Dawar teacher, George teacher, Jaishree teacher, Rashika teacher, Preeti teacher, Daksha teacher, Indu teacher, Safia teacher, Deepa teacher, Padma teacher, Vidhya teacher, Vadivu teacher, Anila teacher, Sunita teacher, Jasmine teacher, Komal teacher, Shweta Wadhva teacher, Mona teacher, Sangeeta teacher and all the one’s who’ve been a part of my school life.
A special credit and a big thank you: -
Sr. Elvira, Sr. Edwina, Julie teacher and the most special in all ways – Sr. Bindhu!!!
A big thank you: -
Aunty and Bhanuben (in the primary), Parvati ben, Harish bhai, Yogesh bhai, Bahadur bhai, Deepak bhai, Alice teacher, Lourdine teacher, Dulsin teacher, Nilesh bhai and Neeta ben.
Love you all… love you LOURDES!!! Count on me, there is no better place than LOURDES and I would like to be re-born again and again, just to be an element of this wonderful family.
Rock on my mates and good luck…!!!
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