The first few years of my school life, was in Calcutta Girls High school. The maroon uniform, dear old Mrs.Major(and her german shepherd), my first red school box(not bag), the crowded streets of moulali, the school buses run by a gentleman called H B Sarkar....and ofcourse my first friends!
The school bus would pick us up at 7:00am sharp, and it would be a long bus drive from Lake town to moulali. I still remember every stop that we made en-route to school.A very distinct memory of my 3-4 yrs tryst with Calcutta Girls, was the fatal day of 1983, when Indira Gandhi was shot dead in delhi. Me and a whole lotta others walked our way home....not something I would forget in a hurry.Anybody around the same school as mine? Lets hear from you.
About Me
- Statement- Make yours
- When I first started blogging in 2008, I had a screen name of "the _abyss". I changed it to "statement" today. So its been a journey from the abyss , to making a statement in life. And how better to celebrate life , than to share its stories. Welcome to my blog , where we make our own statements.
3 comments:
i do not know who r u but u made me remember my day all we student s of WWA cossipore english school have to go back walking from school to home and the very day 1 year old cousin's hand bone was displaced. and what mess it was but still i like some things about kolkata.
Hi esteem, guess its all about getting to know one another, thats what these networkings are all about. Share your comments, it would give me an impetus to post more
thanx 4 instigating me to write. after the days work it's really very hectic 4 me but after reading ur column i could not stop writing and i was back to 1984. i was in class three. and it was day shift school. i cannot forget my school days which were really very nice. i will share but now days i am bit worried about something which is going on eating my brain just give sometime 2 come out of my over burdended work. bye
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