It was my second day of swimming.
There was coldness in the air as compared to other days.
We came back from swimming.
Suddenly Surtani came to my room inviting us to his birthday party.....:)
We got ready and left for Grasshopper (A Restaurant near the college).
We all took the open air table on the ground floor.
A cute girl came and welcomed us.
We ordered our meals and meanwhile Sanidhya started playing with his favorite toy Jasmeet............:P
Suddenly we felt the shower. ya it was drizzling.
What the hell......!!
We can't dine in shower..!!
We went upstairs, On first floor there was shed.
Tables were arranged, and we took our positions.
But drizzling was finished.
Now, it was time for heavy rains and blubber wind storms.
and more than them a POWER CUT.
Candles were brought but kept aside due to winds.
Scene was dreadful.
Then
waiters brought our fuels and we attacked the chiken, paneer and tandoori roties.
Most of the crowd accumulated on the left side of the bench.
But the other side people including me were facing the showers.
Even the heavy curtains were ready to give up, tables and benches were put there to remind their duty.
some water also accumulated on the roof. but I must admire the waiters who folded their pants and were actively serving us.
After some time
we were having water filled in our plates and curry.
chapaties were almost wet.
BUT
our apatite rose to those monster clouds. We ordered more and grazed everything to the root....... :P
I was shivering with cold. Others also felt some cold and tea was ordered.
Meanwhile raining stopped.
We all enjoyed that tea and coffee.
Then that girl cam again with the bill.
Oh we all forgot about that girl while dinner.....!!
They are music teachers of or school
At that time:
I was in 4th-5th class
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.
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 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 .......... :)
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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That sun seems smiling
someone seems purer than dove
Everything seemed as heart in shape
divinity of my shear love
That sky sheet has flown away
when my heart portrait-ed you
Like the moon grown in lake
stars arranged to shape like you
Like all colors have been stolen
everywhere it was you
Light breeze strikes my ears
even this was calling you
someone seems purer than dove
Everything seemed as heart in shape
divinity of my shear love
That sky sheet has flown away
when my heart portrait-ed you
Like the moon grown in lake
stars arranged to shape like you
Like all colors have been stolen
everywhere it was you
Light breeze strikes my ears
even this was calling you
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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.
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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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.......
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
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
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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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
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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