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It will rain if you put the fan on 5


By AMAN BAHL
It is strange that never knew  how  we were in our childhood or what we have done at that time

the age of innocence,
the age in which we had  our own little world,
with a belief that we could  do anything
with our strangest attempts and funniest deeds

I feel myself lucky that I still remember a lot of that time.

I was in K.G. or 1st class that time (I remember this because we shifted home, when I came to 2nd standard )
It was the month of April or May.

At that time my mom always put the fan on 3 or 4 (numbers on regulator)
And when I found it hot, I always used to ask mom to put in on number 5.
But mom (lost against my insisting) said "It will rain if you put the fan on 5"
And I used to give up after this argument.


One day I came from School (they leave kids at 11am)
The room was on first floor.

Then mom went to my neighbour's house for something.
I was feeling hot and I thought i should give  it a try, let us see if rain comes or not.

I came near the door and dragged the chair, when I was climbing on that, I saw outside.
There were washed cloths on clotheslines.
As that was summer season, they were almost dried now.

I thought if it  rained , then these cloths would  be wet again, wasting all the efforts of my mom to wash them.
I dragged the chair outside below the clothesline and removeed  the first cloth, then went inside and  put that on bed, came outside, dragged the chair, removed 2nd cloth, went inside, came back again, dragged chair ......
... and after some effort I removed all the clothes.

I dragged the chair back to the room, below the switchboard.
I climbed up, rotated the regulator and
and
and
To my utter surprise I saw darkness outside
yeah
sun was gone and clouds were there.

Now I was frightened, If mom came to know about this she would  scold me. !!

I rotated it back to 4, then dragged the chair outside, below the clothesline, went inside, brought one cloth,
put that on the line, (it was very tedious as i wanted it to look the same as earlier)
i went inside, brought another cloth, dragged chair further and put it on..
................
..................
.......................
after sometime, all clothes were on the line.
then I thought they are not in the same order,
I tried to put them in position,
and while doing so I realized ... sun had appeared again from quite sometime now.

Now I was relaxed.
I went inside, climbed on the bed and I was happy with number 4 now.


:)    :)    :)    :)
This incident has just  occured to me , I never told this to anybody, It was just in my faint memories.
Although now I am publicly sharing this ... before I forget this !!
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Those school days - 11


By AMAN BAHL
Some asked permission from teacher to go to water cooler or toilets.

some raised their 2 fingers towards teacher while asking
"Mam, may I go to drink water"
or
"Mam, may I go to toilets"

But mistakes made us mature.
When some confused student mixed them........... whole class went on laughter and teacher.......red eyed
..............
that mistakes really made all mature.

Teacher generally reply   "yes"
But when all start going to teacher she got annoyed and said let first ones come.

And when next teacher arrived she asked monitor
where are others

till then seeing madam entering the class, all rushed in.

It was maths class.
Mam opened the book and started teaching.

she solved the solved examples of the book and asked us to do the unsolved one.

What the hell
She solved the solved thing.
But we are also bonds.
Check the answer from the last pages of the book.
Then started the question and solved that.

But she called some one to come to the board and solve that there.
now is the bigger problem.

Some short ones couldn't reach even middle of the board.
They just start writing and finally without finding the answer, filled all board with font size double of normal. :P
This was the best escape.

While taller ones always considered dumber, height was the problem :P

Except teacher who else is looking at the board.
none !!!

Most of us were got hungry till now.
So
below desks
Lunch-boxes opened and after seeing and smelling the fuel, some closed them and put them back.
While others took a small bite to taste by leaning behind the desk.

Anyways whole class got the aroma of what everybody got.
If someone got ladyfinger than whole row came to know what it is?

Mam : Who has opened his Lunch-box.
None replied.

Those who had something left in their mouth swallowed.
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Those school days - 10


By AMAN BAHL
Period change

In primary classes we had to sit i the classrooms while period change.

Monitors took the responsibility.
Generally monitors were 1 boy and 1 girl.
They keep on ordering us to keep silence,
But we didn't listen to them until they start noting our names.

If they give our names to teacher she will
------------- SLAPPPPP -------------- aah aah :P

In between one student picked the duster and cleaned the board except that part on which Homework was written.
Generally it was the duty of first bencher's to mark a line dividing the board into two portions.
On the smaller one they wrote H.W. means Homework.

Then Teacher asked the monitor, what was the homework.
Usually it was to read class work or to write some word meanings given at the end of every chapter.

Then Madam asked monitor to collect the notebooks from everyone.
And make them stand who didn't bought.

Then she will put all those notebooks on first bench.

Now
Time to look into the brains of students, had they layered it with their homework or not?

She threw a word and asked first bench student to tell its meaning.
Those who answered right were allowed to sit, those who not were not. !!

Some were smart enough,
they had settings with partners.
If boy didn't know the answer, girl will write it on something and put it on the desk and vice versa.

If some intelligent mind didn't know the answer, his/her face grows red and he/she will look earth with moist eyes.

While

If some other didn't answered, what he will do
Laugh at others.
Look here and there.
With nothing in mouth, move his jaws like chewing a center-fresh.

Now there was one more scheme
If u r standing and know the answer, You can raise your hand, tell the answer and ensure your seat.
Intelligent minds always had their eyes and ears concentrating on madam's lips.
While ask any other what madam asked ..............they didn't knew even this !!:P

Finally
either words got finished or her lips got tired.
She asked all to read the next chapter in the same position resting on bums or feet.
And herself started checking the notebooks.

Usually she just looked at the page for a second and if she caught some error, she encircled that.
And at the end put some remark like
Improve spelling
Improve handwriting
good
very good
excellent

All studious guys were always keen to find last three remarks on their notebook.
While all others just take the notebook and put it in the bag.

Bell rang
Madam asked monitors to pick remaining notebooks and follow her to the staffroom.
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Those school days - 9


By AMAN BAHL
We were copying the answers from the black board.

Although the board used now a days is rarely black in color, still it is called black board :P

We used Pencils those days
When Pens were made allowed to us.
We were asked to write question will black gel pen and Answer with blue gel pens.
ball pens were not allowed that time.

although some funky boys used green color for writing questions, Girls used pink, purple, magenta and so many other colors introduced by stic that time :D

When we need to edit something earlier we rub that with eraser nicely.
Some harsh students rub that so hard that sometimes page seemed like it was raped.

But while using pens
we overwrite the word again.
teacher asked us not to overwrite but cut and rewrite the word.
Okay
But one day teacher came to my desk and saw my notebook.
It was full of cutting.
She told me that there is a way this can be avoided.
I thought she is giving me some solution for better concentration while copying.
But
she just said do not cut the whole word completely
like this

But cut it slightly like this

What the hell !!!!!!!
She was just talking about appearance of my writing. (Cuttings could be not be seen from a distance now :P)

And that time
some students bought erasers which could erase the text written by pen.
But
they were just useless, they just remove the skin of paper.......!! :P

And like this all answers were completed and we were asked to memorize the answers for next class.

Bell rang
First period was over
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Those school days - 8


By AMAN BAHL
In between madam asked one student, which line of the book is being read,


No answer !!!

-------SLAPPP !!!!---------- get out from the class

Sometimes while moving among the rows in class,if teacher saw someone drawing or sketching...

She used to pick that notebook up and slammed it directly on the face of poor kid :(


If someone was caught eating some chewing-gum or candy in his/her mouth,


Madam : What's there in your mouth?

Student : Nothing

Madam : Open your mouth

She waited for a couple of seconds and then used to shout "spit it out".

Most of us tried to hide that.. below our tongue or between lower lip and teeth.
but some just opened their mouths and she was able to see full candy lying there.


Innocent ones were beaten, Smart ones were not.

If someone's tooth is about to leave its place,

That tooth is like a wild dog tied up with a silk thread.
We used to spend whole day just trying to get it out.. grab it with 2 fingers and moved it.

When teacher saw this she always made disgusting faces and scolded the poor guy.


When anyone used to get some scratches on his/her body.
he used to scratch it whole day.


After a chapter used to finish there was the turn of questions and answers session


She would read the question and ask some student to answer that.
Mostly there were only 5-6 students who were able to answer that question properly, others just repeated the question again and again in different styles like:



Question : Why did Michel left her home?

Answer : Michel left his home because, ......................... Michel left her home because,........... because, ...............because her home ............ her home .......... her home.........Michel left her home because .............

And this goes on and on and on until teacher started scolding and asked some other student to answer.

Mostly after 3,4 such students she was able to find some intelligent student who could finally break that infinite loop.



And after that she would herself give answer and write that on blackboard,
And we used to copy that down on our notebooks.
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Those school days - 7


By AMAN BAHL
After the attendance,
She closed her register and in between those who were outside came in the class.

We were asked to open the books and those who didn't bought the book were asked to stand up
 and  then after some slaps or other punishments
she told us to share books and finally started the proceedings.

One student will stand and read from the book.
And after each paragraph madam told its meaning.

But
Who was studying?

Girls?
No

Boys?
Not at all

Some were busy ironing their handkerchiefs with their geometry boxes, really that was very interesting.
Ironing both sides, folding and ironing both sides again,
again folding and again................ till it seemed like a well folded hard paper :P

Some were busy staring the book. And after that they will start different activities like :
They were filling the circles of a,b,d,e,g,o,p,q ............ really its fun doing this.
They were making the mustaches of the person printed on the book ............ poor person ...!! :P :D
They were making the cartoons.
They were making sketches and doing shading in the book.
They were writing their names and trying signatures which they will use in future.

Some were looking in the lunch-box of partner to see what they have got.

Some were busy looking outside the window or the wall with a finger penetrating their nostrils.

Some were putting candies in their mouths and they were moving them inside the mouth here and there.

Some were arranging their geometry boxes and doing several our things like:
Sharpening the pencils.
Cleaning the rubber and making it white by rubbing it :P
Trying to rotate the screw of sharpeners blade.
Rubbing the pencil led to sharpen it like a javelin.

Some put pencil-ends in their mouth.

Class continued.
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Those school days - 6


By AMAN BAHL
So from prayer ground we came back to our classrooms.
Class monitor tried her best to make us sit properly, but we kept sitting along with our friends, and talking continuously.
When monitor started to note the names, Whole class became silent as graveyard.

There came the teacher.
Those who sit on first bench, it was their duty to shout Stand Up
And whole class was there on their feet.
First period was of Class-Teacher.
She always asked monitor, who was talking.
Generally monitor answers none.

Then it was the time of attendence.
Teacher will call the names and
Girls will raise their hand to say "yes mam" or "present mam"
while some girls say "yes didi" or "present didi"
but after second standard all came to "mam" from "didi"

Now how boys respond
Most of boys who were sincere were same as girls in this manner.
but some reply
"Ji mam"
"aaya hu mam"
"hazir"

Although number of such boys was just one or two per class.
But when somebody by mistake said "sir" instead of mam, whole class was ROFL.

Some students were still outside, their friends respond to their attendance calls by saying he/she is outside.
So with this attendance ended.
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Those school days - 5


By AMAN BAHL
And Main Morning prayer ended.

We opened our eyes.
It was time of todays thought and today's news.
One student read the thought and news.

The tag-line of both were fixed and I still remember how it sounds. ... !! :P
then some announcement and finally the song.

Usually it was "Sare jaha se achha, Hindostan hamara" ya "Vande Matram".
It gives an awesome feeling when we all sing it in chorus.

And Finally National Anthem.
While most of us sang that properly, some keep rubbing their shoes and teachers keep giving them looks.
And after that wonderful minute of National Anthem came the big trouble.

It was checking of dress, shoes, nails etc etc
We were already standing in the queue and asked to walk towards the classes, but at the end of playground it was something which if I passed I would have my chest and shoulders blown out while if failed shoulders dropped and eyes looking down.

Teachers usually were very strict in this manner and check our school badges, our belts, color of shirt, nickers, socks and shoes carefully.
Shoes must be polished. (As teacher want to see her face in the shine of our shoes)
Nails must be cut short. (as with long nails we'll cit her throat)
Haircut must be regular. (They got commission from barbers)
hairs must be oiled and combed. (we must look good when we are with them)

When badge was missing, standard argument was "it fell in the journey to the school", but this never worked.
When shirt was found different in color, "It was dirty, Mom didn't washed it" or "It was torn" etc etc
They rarely worked.

When shoes were not polished "I polished them but there was mud in the path" ....... never worked !!!

Sheer innocence sometimes even melt Hitler type teachers.

Then students were filtered on this basis and those who passed, went to classes, those who not were made to stand in the ground.
Then they were scolded and asked to stand there for sometime, or make a round of the ground or some fine etc etc ....... this kept on changing in whole school life.

And After some months that prayer was shifted to respective classrooms only.
Bell ranged.
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Those school days - 4


By AMAN BAHL
Second Morning bell rang.
 
It was the duty of class monitor to take all of us to the prayer ground.
All tried to to be in the queue to stand along with their friends, but unfortunately we had to stand according to our heights.

So our convoy started.
It crawled with enormous pushes from back.

we tried to give finishing touch to our dressings, like tying up all the buttons, arranging school badge and belt in the right positions.
Some were rubbing their shoes from the socks, standing on the other leg only. to make them seem polished.

Chit-chats continued in the path although class monitor advised us to put our forefinger on our lips.

So finally we reached prayer ground.
It was a small area, with a little stage on a side.
On which School Principal and some teachers were standing.
Music teacher was ready with some students on instruments and himself on harmonium.

We all were commanded attention/serenity.
And then to stand with with eyes closed and hands joined in prayer style.
After Gaytri Mantra prayer started.

During the prayer I used to open my eyes many times.
And what I saw was
Some of them again rubbing their shoes.
Some were yawning. (small hands covering that little aperture looked so cute)
Some were like me looking here and there.
And some trying to hide their nails
Girls were adjusting their ponies.

If it would have been winter:
Some were rubbing their hands to get some heat out of it.
some were adjusting layers of cold-creams and boroplus :P which their moms applied on their faces.
some were trying to put both hands inside the sweater.


Teachers standing between and at the end of queues tried their best to make us civilized.
But kids are kids.

Standing in the ground in that hot summers made at least one student to see stars and lose consciousness and at last fall on ground.
Teachers rushed in and took him/her in some room.
I don't know how they treated them, I never went there.... :)

Prayer continued.

Some were really interested in the prayer, and kept their eyes closed and lips murmuring something.
I also did this many times.
And that was the most divine scene one can see on this earth. Little kids lost in prayers.
Seeing them itself gives divine feeling.

And finally main prayer ended.
  
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Those school days - 3


By AMAN BAHL
Morning as the first bell rang, we rushed into our classrooms.

As I entered, the first BIG question in my mind was where to sit.
No
I had read in romantic novels that everyone tries to sit with the most beautiful girl in the class, and if that is not possible, at a position from where you can glance at her. I had read that sitting near a beautiful girl gives one a lot of pleasure, adds to his status and many other such 'blah' reasons..........
But in my case, that wasn't the problem! My seat was already fixed. 
It was Karan in classes 2nd,3rd and Anshul in 4th,5th who shared that small bench with me. As all of us would take our seats, it would be time for us to arrange our bags and bottles because as soon as the 2nd bell would ring, we would be taken to the prayer ground by our class monitor. So, we would put our bags into the space provided in the desks. My bag could hardly fit in, as I always used to carry books of all the subjects whether or not I needed them on the particular day. But Anshul's and all other students' bags would lie comfortably there, while mine would be sometimes on the desk, and sometimes on the floor. :P
After settling down, it would be time for us to exchange pleasantries with the other class mates. We would move into our respective smaller 'groups' and started discussing 'street' cricket, playing trump cards, talking about kites, colors and crackers depending on the festive season. Some would show off what their parents had bought them, some would boast about their deeds of last evening.

"Yesterday I was flying kite and I cut the 5 kites"
"Bass!!! I cut 7"

"Yesterday I scored 34 runs out of team's total of 56, one four and two sixes"

"My elder brother smashed some neighbor"


"I have 5 trump cards"

"Yesterday Big-show slammed rock hard"

"I saw this bike today" etc etc
 
............................countless boasts, endless topics!
Those chit-chats gave me pleasure, one of its own kind and the one that I haven't experienced till date! 

----------------Second morning Bell-----------
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Those school days - 2


By AMAN BAHL
So finally we reached the school, we got down from the auto-rickshaw and rushed at the back of it where our poor school bags were hanging.

we took them, adjusted them on our tiny shoulders and ran towards the school.
At that time that heavy schoolbag felt as they were full of cotton balls instead of books and notebooks.
That run had always been special, reaching school before time always gave some extra relief and fun to our little hearts.

Although some used to go to stationary shop for pen, pencil, eraser, sharpener, scale, D..... and all that
That time Pencil cost 1.5 rs, eraser 2 rs, scale 1.5 rs ........ and pencil with rubber attached to it 2 rs.
Some erasers gave smell like fruits, they were colored but not of good quality for erasing purpose.
Sharpener with rubber attached to it and also some colored image that changes if we change the view, that cost 5 rs.
Shopkeeper also kept some candies and toffees, and also some packets which were hanged on the wire tied to both sides of the gate. they always fascinated me.

Suddenly first school bell ranged.
All rushed into their respective classes.
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Those school days - 1


By AMAN BAHL
Those days used to begin with rising of sun as usual.
But something was different,

it was not the sound of alarm or the hard knocking on gate to wake me up,
It was just a gentle voice of mom which was more powerful than all these.


I used to get fresh and then get ready for school,
these days I do both 2-3 times in a semester.....!!

There was a zest from my inside to look better than others in the class.
I used to polish my shoes daily and wear only well ironed school dress.

Sometimes I used to tie my collar buttons as our principal madam asked us for that.
Although all say don't do this, because we didn't use neck-ties.

Then it was time of breakfast, after which a glass of milk flavored with bournvita..... Now I can count on my fingers, How many days in current semester I have taken milk.

Then our auto-rickshaw driver comes and I along with 9-10 other kids will fit in that tightly packed vehicle.

Journey to school is always full of chit-chats, some girls playing antakshari, boys showing tatoos and cards.
Some geeks read notebooks and then hand them to others to ask questions and listen to his/her answers.
And some of them were even more geek, they used to read from notebook, put a hand on written text, keep their face upwards and then try to answer it again.
During the 20 minutes trip many times water bottles kiss our lips and then again were hanged.

Sometimes it was races with other auto-rickshaws that add fun to our journey.
This is how we used to reach the School.
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Music Room


By AMAN BAHL
They are music teachers of or school
At that time:
I was in 4th-5th class
As soon as the bell rings we have to go to the music room.
Wait.....!!
keep your shoes outside the room.
done with that
we entered the room, it is a large room,
Music instruments are resting every two feet apart on the walls of the room.
Oh some of them we are seeing for the first time.......!!

Two teachers were there.
Saroj Madam in green sari(mostly she wears green or light blue or mustard color saree).
She if fair in colour, long black hairs and talks sweetly.
Hari Om sir in faded grey pants and white shirts. round spectacles, pen and one diary in upper pocket.

We were asked to sit in rows, one hand apart.
Saroj madam took harmonium and Hari Om sir took command on tabla.

They started "Chandan hai is desh ki mati, tapobhumi har gram hai....."

We were expected to sing in chorus but that rarely happened.
In between
Madam closed her eyes and lost in harmonium.
Sir lost in tabla and his head was moving along with his hands ,........., irritated with that, his hairs also started moving ......... :P

We were singing the song, and in between we used our hands as poles and swing our whole body ......!!
(It may seems funny but it's easy...... sit in padmasan, fix both of your hands on ground, straighten your arms, your body will now be hanging, you can make swings....... )
then bell ranged and Madam stood on the door,
we were expected to put the shoes in rows but we are we.

And
My faint memory(it had been 11-12 years) says that I was slapped by Saroj madam many times.
But why, this I forgot. What could be the reason ??

After that we were shifted to boys wing.

Anyways
There were twenties of instruments in the room, What were they doing there.
In my school life of 12-13 years, I haven't touched any.
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Anita ralhan madam


By AMAN BAHL
Anita Ralhan mam
She taught us Science in 5th class.
After that we were shifted to boys wing.
Haven't heard about her after that.........:)

She was different from others.
Unlike other science teachers of primary classes, she doesn't make us read the chapter and do the questions.

I sill remember how once she took a beaker filled of water, asked some student for his eraser and took a thread to show us the buoyancy and the Archimedes principle.

Once she took a small pulley from physics lab to show us that downward pulling is easy than upward.

she also used coins and pencils for showing buoyancy.
she asked us to bring tulsi leaves and all other available leaves to see difference between patterns and properties.

similarly she used many small and simple things to make us learn, and experiment.
She always motivated us to think, In one way she was the one who made me interested in science.

I never got good marks in science in that class, but still I had a very good image in her eyes.
while other students say madam is sullen and morose, I think she is nice .......... :)
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pushaplata ahluwalia madam


By AMAN BAHL
I know her from 6th class
When she took our first class in 6th standard.

Virtually, everybody was amazed
She was sweetest

How she talked about discipline, and said that now you are big guys, you have certain responsibilities.....!!
our chest was 2 inches broader after her words...!!

She has brownish complexion, and age of around 50-55 at that time.
in her dark color saree, rounded spectacles, dyed black hairs, she looked nice. She was short and thin at that time.


She taught us English.
most important thing was that she taught bhangra for the school's annual(?) festival.


She used to punish us by slamming sticks on our palms.
She was mother of all misers in giving marks.


Her pet sentence:
If you were caught talking in her class
She count her five fingers one by one like this:

baby finger : bhai
ring finger : sahab
middle finger : aap
index finger : kyu
thumb : bole
and then with that hand she will slap you ..........!!

She always ask first row student to stand up and read the chapter,
and interrupts him after every two words, everyone feels irritated. :P

sometimes for some pronunciation mistake, sometimes for telling the meaning and sometimes if someone is doing chit-chat.


She was always nice for most of the class.

-------I called one of my classmates to inquire about her, what he said :  "Aur kuch to yaad nahi, bas itna yaad hai ek bar mera notice galat ho gaya tha to usne bhot mara tha"  ------
I was literally ROFLMAO.
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Hum karein rashtra aaradhan


By AMAN BAHL
This is a nice poem/song.

I heard this for the first time in my school days.
It is played only in Shiksha Bharti School Girls wing, I haven't heard it Boys wing in those 5 years I spent there.

But I remembered the song.

When I came to IIIT-H
I heard this song in yoga hall, it was in a different tone, but I remembered the lyrics. I felt like I remembered each and every word of the song, and that was actually a divine experience.
I hadn't heard the song for a minimum of 9 years and still I was singing along with it.

I tried to find this on youtube, it is there but again in a different tone than previous two.

I just remembered the moment when Shiksha Bharti Girls/kids sing the song in chorus.

I tried to write down the lyrics, here they are




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Hum karein rashtra aradhan,
          hum karein rashtra aradhan
tan se, man se, dhan se
          tan man dhan jeevan se



hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......



antar se mukh se kriti se,
           nishchal ho nirmal mati se
shradhha se mastak-nat se
            hum karein rashtra abhivadan............



 hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......



 apne haste shaishav se
          apne khilte yauvan se
praudtapoorn jeevan se
          hum karein rashtra ka archan...............



hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......



apne ateet ko padkar
         apna itihaas ulatkar
apna bhavitavya samajhkar
          hum karein rashtra ka chintan...............



hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......



hai yaad hamein yug yug se
          jalti anek ghatnayen
jo maa ke seva path par
          aayi ban kar vipdayein


hum ne abhishek kiya tha
          jan-ni ka hari-shonit se
hum ne shringar kiya tha
          mata ka hari-mundo se


hum ne hi usse diya tha
         sanskritik uchch sinhasan
maa jis pe baithi sukh ke
        karti thi jag ka shashan


ab kal chkra ki gati se
         wo tut gaya sinhasan
apna tan man dhan de kar
         hum karein rashtra aaradhan............


hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......


                                     
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Poem by me in 6th class


By AMAN BAHL
6th class
I was on stage after morning prayers.
This was the poem I took from a very old book.

Haste Haste aaj chale hum
          nanhe nanhe senani
matribhumi ki balivedi pe
           sheesh katane abhimani

mat samjho hum nanhe nanhe
            hai takat hum mein bhari
mahlo ko raakh bana sakti hai
            ek nanhi si chingari


kadam badaya hai ab aage
            nahi peeth dikhlayenge
matribhumi ki balivedi pe
            sheesh kata ke jayenge



I remember each and every word of this poem till now
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Dating in Mastnath School


By AMAN BAHL
I was one of the most naughty student in the Class.

I used to show my face 4-5 times in a month in the school.
Although attendance was compulsory....!!

Second last seat, middle row, right below the fan was my place.
It was easy to sleep there........

So
One day, I went to school as usual (or unusual ???) :D
Physics Lecture
Teacher : "Nashedi"  Sir (I forgot the name and my friends also)

Situation : I was sleeping on my bench....... !!!

Suddenly he asked the nearby student to wake me up..!

And I was half awake now, and he fired a question.....

What is "Dating"?
I was nowhere to even guess what he was asking.

me: What sir?

Sir : arey !!  What is dating?

Me: Sir........ Sir...........

Sir: Arey dating !!!!

Me: Sir the guy and girl go together and spend some time.............

OYE !!!
"Baahar Nikal"
Get out from the class.............!!!!
(he shouted so hard that my soul started walking before me) :P

Outside the class, I went near the window and asked some student..........
"He was asking about Carbon Dating.........!!"
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Sushil Makkar ....... stop laughing at the name


By AMAN BAHL
I was in seventh class,


when I heard a new teacher has joined the school and she will be taking our science classes.

from students I got to know name is Sushil makkar,
hmmmmmmmm
By Name it seems like some 40 aged person, with mustaches or some 30 aged clean shaved person of medium height in home made sweaters.

He entered the class
Oh He was she actually !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah sushil was female !!!!!!!!!

She came and started work energy etc

Her voice was like voice coming from bamboo grove

I have to eat tons of ice and drink gallons of lemon juice to get a voice like that :P

she also cracked some jokes, and we laugh badly
hey hey hold on
we didn't laugh on her jokes, her jokes give us time to laugh at her voice !!!!!!

Very innovative she was, and as an ideal science teacher should be, she encouraged discussions.

Most amazing part
she comes near anybody and say "aur ladke, kaisa hai"

I do remember once she was correcting exam papers, I went to her..........she looked at my notebook and said "teri handwriting to achhi hai ladke" and gave 2 marks without looking at answer-sheet.

She used to slap us, and slap hard.
How!!!!!!!!!
she wave her hand into air 2 or 3 times and then suddenly "SLAPPED" !!!!!!!!!!!
it was like u see in orkut application slapster

In between we changed her name to Sushila to have some feminine name.
although some used name "pateela" :P :D

I was her favorite student, although I neither topped in class, nor in her subject. Love you mam
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Our sports Teacher: Amarpaal Sir


By AMAN BAHL
Our Sports teacher !!!!!!!!!!!!!

White Shirt, white pant, black belt, black leather shoes,one pen in pocket of shirt, light mustache(seems like some worker of political party) :P

and ya one whistle can always be seen hanging around his neck always, like it was his mangalsutra.

meet him, he is cool, calm and composed
u talk in class, he will say "beta, baate nahi karni" ..... and says so sweetly that most people swallow their tongues.
But this lasts for a few seconds, students continue their chit-chat soon.

Best were the scenes when he came as examiner in some exams.
One can go beyond 2 seats for passing schemes :P

But
In ground
hmmm
he was brutal at times
he will pick the longest green stick from some tree and slam it so hard,
after that
Symptoms will be
     1).  loss in vision for 2-3 minutes
     2). blue spots on palm
     3). uncontrollable shivering in your palm.
     4). dumbness for next 2-3 days in classes.
     5). involuntary abuses for him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He also used to dictate us in morning prayers
for attention and serenity ......... in our school "AArma", "Daksha" are used
and what he say...........
"AAkraman", " Daksha"  ............ :P !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He is a modest and very sweet person, love you sir :)
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