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Holy Cross School is situated on NH-23 in Bokaro Steel City. It ia very easily accessible by roadways or railways. HCS has a very calm, composed and soothing environment with lot of greenery around. This makes it a very apt place for learning.
I entered into this school when I was three. I still remember my very first day at school. It was a very unusual site seeing so many kids crying. On the other hand it was an unusual site for the teachers that I was the single child who didn't cry. As for me school was a very intresting place where there were a lot of friends around me. Till then I was alone kid in my home. So being in school was a fun time for me. Also I was so cute at that time that teachers used to play with my cheeks. Though I felt angry but tried hard to smile back.
I used to sit in the row beside window from where the view of the high school building was really good. That time I used to think God when I am going to be there. I was very happy to receive the first award of my life....I stood first in nursery. Well time passed away very soon. I came to middle school where I got an excellent guide from the faculty. They changed my personality. I had a lot of stage fear but today I am free from it. For twelve years I was there on the stage singing, dancing, speaking, acting, praying and lots more.
My high school time was a mix combination of sugar and spice. It was the time when I learnt who are my friends and follies. This was the time when I got truly loving and caring friends. At first I knew only Nitesh, my sweet friend who was and is always there to stand by me. He was the one on whom I can rely at any point of time. He is very much like a back support for me. He is too cute. Others take him as overweight but I had always liked him in this way. One thing which I crave for is to hold his cheeks and do googlie-wooglie-wush. Now my next friend Himanshu, who is very like a tomboy. Her all time love Rahul Dravid when got married, she cried and cried a lot. Only then she perhaps came to know that she too has a heart of a girl. Also this was the time that I had to undergo through the pain of parting from my dear friend Shweta.
In my school, the teacher who influenced me the most is Subhadra mam, my all time favourite teacher. She is an all rounder. In sixth standard, she took our Hindi classes and then in seventh and in eighth she happened to be my class teacher. Then she took our Geography classes, her subject. Whichever class she takes, the commom thing in all her classes is the students' intrest. Other than her I like Candida mam, Cecilia mam, Aroop sir, Arvind sir.
I was a student whom teachers thought to be very disciplined but I used to enjoy passing comment standing on the balcony. If any teacher or student turned back to me and stared, I pointed my fingers to someone else and that person would always get into trouble.
My last days in school were little tiering as the pressure of studies was high but whenever we got any excuse we used to sit in the canteen and enjoy treat usually given by someone else. The place near canteen is a bit like danger zone as there are many trees and so lots of crows who can pour their blessings anytime on us. Once it happened that a crow picked up my samosa and flew away, the girl standing next to me saw it and laughed. By then another crow snatched away her samosa and flew away.
Once it happened that Geography class was going on and Sudhanshu sir was taking our class, one of the most strict teacher when it comes to class teaching. Some boys did a mischief. They had spread itching powder on girls' desk. After the break, when we came back and as we sat everyone started feeling itching but nobody really cared as everyone thought it's happening with them only but gradually everybody came to know that it is a common problem among the girls. Whisper was going on 'tumko bhi' and boys were enjoying. This distracted sir and he got very annoyed. He gave a nice scolding to all the boys and the whole period got over in teaching moral values to boys. It was like teaching donkey to sing sweetly.
When I opted for Science I don't know whether I broke all my records or made a new record of failing in Chemistry. In two years I hardly passed two times but there were many who shared the same fate with me. There's a popular saying for Chemistry-" Chemistry is a mystery, whoever passes in Chemistry makes a History. We hated our Chemistry teacher Arvind sir ('dhabooo' famous by this name from the time of our ancestors) especially when he gave long lectures on value education.Once sitting near the window, gazing at my pre-primary school I felt like if I could return back to the same place. I felt sad thinking that after two months I'll be called an ex-student of HCS. We cried on the farewell endlessly and the only thing that consoled us was the thought of our reunion.
Well, by the time I'll be back many things will change. Only memorries will stay same as always. Those swings, wooping willow(name given to a cactus tree after the tree called wooping willow in HARRY POTTER.), Basketball ground, pool lunches, picnics including the Chandankiari spot will always be fresh in my mind. I will always miss those sunny days. I am very happy to have friends like Nitesh, Himanshu, Vidhi, Anu, Khushboo, Nishant, Iva, Shweta, Rajni, Pallavi. Thanks to all for being in my life and making it more colourful. I'll miss you all very much. God bless you all and may the best come to your life.
