Archanakavi

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delhi march 3

while going through my files… i found something very special… my school’d farewell speech, just wanted to share it with u all.

St Xavier’s School – A Flashback

Thirteen years ago I entered this school campus holding my father’s hand. I was too young and immature then to realize what the place had in store for me.

Now, as the day for me to leave this esteemed institution approaches, certain numbness spreads inside me. I deeply feel that I am going to miss everything.

But one thing I will never miss. The new identity the school has given me – the identity of a Xaverian that I will carry until the end.

During these 13 years I have met many friends and teachers who have moulded me. I will miss the pat on the back, the slap on the cheek, the prizes, the defeat, the tastes, the smells and our kidding. I’ll miss the love and blessings of teachers, their advice, their scolding and much more.

The list is endless.

Who can forget the tension of exams and the dread of answer sheets? How can I forget those days when I stood with drooping heads as my teachers discussed the multi-coloured report card with my parents?

I will miss the racket in the class that stopped like a dead man’s heart, on hearing the principal’s approaching footsteps. I remember how our fish-market classroom turned into a Vipassana meditation room on Sir Santosh Joseph’s arrival.

Words fail me as I struggle to explain the deep pain I feel now.

The icing for this pain is the memories of naughtiness. The rules challenged us but found joy and sense of achievement when we broke them. I remember how we hid our dirty black shoes behind other people from the prefects during the assembly.

Our excitement over moving to the fields turned dull when told to march or exercise. At the same time, we prowled like lions in the jungle after bunking classes and slipped behind the walls like a cat when we saw a teacher. We pacified them with our logical explanation that we were out for some very important mission.

Mrs. Marina Thomas ignited our passion for “kuch kar dikhana hai.” It touched the sky during the fests and competitions. Everything had an unforgettable result, and masti.

The mirth and merriment continued during the rare occasions I was in the class. Flying planes, throwing chalks or whistling was done with as much gusto as we wrote the apology letter. Chairs were broken with the same enthusiasm as they were taken to the carpenter after the fine.

How can I forget our life around the canteen? It patties, burgers, rolls and samosas are second to none. Of course we can buy them any time but the interval, with our friends, in school uniform, chatting on illogical topics, hitting one another, sharing the smallest bite, will never return.

The list will go on. But above all this, what makes St. Xavier’s School larger than life for us is the love, warmth and affection of our teacher that can never be duplicated.

Now that I am about leave it all, it seems a full stop has arrived in my life. But we know that after each full stop begins a new sentence, after each sentence another paragraph and after each journey a longer voyage.

In St. Xavier’s we lived as a big family, the family that shaped the small wonder-struck girl into a youth.

I have updated some pics of mine during my childhood in the gallery.