Shifting to DPS, was like transferring to a different environment, for me. The environment of DPS is totally different, then beachwood.
There, I took admission in class III. At the beginning it took sometime to adjust but within a week I had been comfortable. All were very new faces to me but soon I had new friends in my class. Everyday my mom used to drop and pick me up From the school.
After the passed by term I examination we had a ptm. The teacher complained that I talk a lot in the class, I didn't realise at that time that did I really chatter. After that, I just stopped talking to everyone. I didn't speak at all except answering the teachers. In the second ptm the teacher again complained what is, I donot speak at all, and this is a very bad habit. I didn't get the solution anymore because if speaking was a crime then falling silent being the solution, was also not less than a felony. I did whatever I liked which furthermore did not give any complain.
Standard IV, V, VI did not give me such memorable times. It was full of studies, playing, dancing, painting, scoldings, etc. The most funniest thing I remember from those three session's is about one of the teachers and a girl of our class. The teacher was a bit old, smart and beautiful social science devotee. She used to make fun of that girl in our class who was always in a kind of drowsy frame of mind. Ma'ams words for her are the reason of my rememberance. She used to say, "Baby, shall I bring a pillow for you?? Will I come to you, u'll love to sleep on my lap or shall I call your mother? She will sing a lullaby for you and you will be lost in your dreams of sleep." This made the class burst out of laughter.
Moving on to standard VII, brought my interest in social networking and also gave me one of the best memories of my school life. Though, these days I have lost interest in social networking but at that time I was a facebookworm. I did not know the functions of Facebook. I did not know how to check profiles or upload a profile picture and these brought me into trouble. I could not recognise those people also whom I knew from before and I talked to everyone whosoever texted me.once, I gave my Id and password to my uncle and he started scolding me why did you talk to this person-that person and told me about them. I was very shocked to know who are they but after that I corrected myself. I learnt using Facebook and also stopped chatting with everyone except few whom I knew very well.
I was in VIIC, where there were only 21 students including me. I still remember the names of every student. The class was an unity. In that class, I met my first crush. He was a young, handsome, moody, very casual, history fanatic. That teacher, being my crush compelled me to study in order to impress him. I just swallowed up the book and was regular to the school just to see him. I could never miss his class and even miss the chance of scampering towards him for being the first to hand over my book. I used to sit infront of his table, I mean, the teachers table so that he could underline and mark in my book only. He was very casual, sometimes he used to use his mobile phone in the class, shared chocolates with us during the class and spoke in hindi or Bengali also, which were not allowed. The most funniest thing was, he could not escape from my habit of commenting on someone's attire. He wore sandals(slippers) to school instead of formal shoes. I questioned him "why did you not wear your formal shoes today?" Yes it seemed awkward but was a serious question to me. He is a trekking enthusiast and a photography aficionado. On this, I commented, "why don't you go for renunciating?"I got the highest marks in his subject in the class. He was no more our suject teacher in class VIII. He left the school spending 2 years on teaching us. I gifted him a hand-made frame with his portrait on it on his depart. It was, a kind of painful feeling but could not help.
Standard VII gave me a group of 20 friends. Our friendship was imperishable and we all had a lot of fun having food, playing truth and dare, singing, dancing, cracking non-veg jokes and what not.
Standard VIII and XI just left me with my 4 friends - Isha, Sakshi, Prapti and Simran. Though, today we lost communication with eachother, but we were best friends at that time. All other companies were insuitable to me other than these 4. Everybody knew about our friendship and best thing was none of us were engaged with anyone else. I past my 2 sessions being with them. By that time, I had totally lost interest in social networking. I just got rid of it.
Along with them, I got 3 more friends, not actually friends indeed. They were 3 teachers - Arpan sir, Shiladitya Sir and Anup Sir. They are my teachers but turned to be certainly friends at times. I had been good at art and craft so I had a good approach towards the art teacher's. Arpan sir taught me a lot of things. He is a very learned person with philosophical thoughts and words. We mostly had debates on any topic and in that I learnt few things from him. He is a very jolly and a funny person, you cannot resist laughing when you are with him. I really enjoyed his company similar to my friends. Shiladitya sir was mostly a friend to me busy cracking jokes. I call him Shila Sir. I have a lot of memories with him but just literally so I don't have much things to say on him but I would I like to say that it was of great fun talking to him, time passed just laughing. I remember he used to flirt talking about the near my lips saying, "look, something's there near your lips, wipe it." We three of us had a very good time during lunch breaks because we shared our food and had it like we were dying of starving and suddenly we got 3 to 4 items of food infront of us. We ran around the art room, had fights, abused eachother and giggling at the top of our voice. I started spending more time with them, because I found my friends to get involved in their own interests, all three of them went in a relationship. It made me feel awkward between the couple's or couple talks whereas Isha was not engaged at school with someone rather she was more interested in looking after their affairs. Anup sir, was the librarian of our school library. He was even a very cool person among all the teachers. We had a good correspondence as I was a regular visitor of the library. I remember when I started conversing with him I got to know that he was leaving the school. The reason was the interference of another librarian of the same library, who had complained against him to the principal about his classes, however I found no fault in him. I cannot say, what's the truth but what I heard that everything was done due to jealousy as everyone loved Anup Sir. Principal Sir did not listen to Anup Sir and shifted him to the juniors section of library. I was the one to take a step against this. And I along with my classmates wrote a letter to principal sir regarding his misjudgment on Anup Sir. But, it was of no use. He had resigned before only and did not stay back even after our so much effort for his hold back. On his farewell all the students were standing in a que in the library to meet him or to click a selfie with him. He was busy throughout the day with the students and I was waiting outside the library to meet him once before he leaves. I was waiting in the infirmary beside the library carring a gift for him. Finally, after 7 periods, he was exempted from all the students. I was still waiting and watching, he went out of the library and again gone missing. After 15mins he returned and was about to open the library door, he saw me and said, "are, Tamanna tum yaha ho! Mai tumhe pura school dhundke aa rha hu, chalo andar aao." I was relieved that finally I could meet. We went inside, sat facing eachother, and he said "sorry, Mai tumhe ekdm time nhi de paya, subah se dekhi hi kitna busy tha koi chor hi nhi Raha tha, finally Abhi time Mila, ab tum bolo." I started crying, he said "fir aaunga toh, Durgapur kabhi bhi aaunga toh tumse zarur milunga, tumne bht Kiya mere liye, kabhi nhi bhoolunga aur Mai shadi karunga na toh Sabse phle tumko bataunga." Then we had a few mins of conversation, I gave him that gift which had his portrait, he showed it to everyone in the school and then he took a picture with me and with that he left.
I was not about to continue in DPS because my father wanted me to study at Aligarh Muslim University. After VIII, I prepared for the entrance exam for a month or two. I just could not study Urdu. I went to Aligarh for the exam, and I was really very nervous about it. When I went inside the university and my parents were asked to wait outside then the feeling in me was like, I was getting separated from them forever. I could see the gate closing slowly, and I just could see my father's face. I cried my heart out there that where will I go now, I don't know anyone, what should I do now, nobody is there with me. I cried for 5 mins and then a staff over there showed me the way. I went and gave the exam and just as the exam was over, I went outside and again started crying seeing my parents. They showed me a lot of love that day and encouraged me. On the day of result, I heard that I failed for 2 marks. Out of 100 I scored 82, one of my father's friend's son said that I lost marks in Urdu. I was not upset because I really didn't want to go there. I wanted to stay with family. Fortunately, I was back to DPS.
In standard IX, except my 4 friends in the class I felt that all the students are very standard and belong to a higher society them me. I hesitated to be more like a friend to them. I thought, I would never be able to match their level of thinking or lifestyle with mine. I was always joyful but my inner state of mind always had a fear of getting insulted between them. I started being neutral to everyone, at times I used to entertain them and at times I used to work with them as a team but never had any personal interests. I went to the school very rarely due to sickness. I was suffering from oesophagitis and I was just like bedridden for 3 months. During those many years, realised that talking with a boy as a friend was also a crime in the eyes of others, including my family. I was a girl who never thought of gender and spoke to everyone. But, these made people taking me in wrong sense. There were other girls in our class, who used to just lie over the boys but never been accused for that and I who always had boys as friends only, was suffering for just talking which was nothing wrong. My father hated, me playing with the boys in the school. It was not my fault, if the girls wouldn't play and just chattered. He always knew that I am interested in playing but he was against it. I choosed not to involve with any boy or a man neither for any purpose or playing because people made my good intentions even look wrong.
Standard X left me with no one in the school. I stopped visiting to the art room, roaming around with my friends and sharing any of my personal feelings with anyone. At the break time, everybody was seen in either groups or atleast pairs but I was the only one who would roam about or stand alone. Simran moved on to another group, Isha got separated because of her rude behaviour towards me and Sakshi Prapti were mostly engaged in their love life. They came to me very oftenly but I choosed not to be Between the couple's due to an inner awkward feeling. Outside the school also I had no one to talk or be a friend with because I started feeling uncomfortable with everyone's company. Mostly standard X, went by like a single piece of wood floating in an ocean. At the beginning, I did not to go to school as I was not cured totally but after that I hated going to the school because of being a solitary student. I went under councilling by the school counselor for fifteen days. Then, slowly again I started going to the school from the middle of the session being least bothered about anybody else. I did not talk to anyone I just went to the school for myself. My academics performance went better in standard XI but again it degraded in standard X. What I got from X was the title of "Perseverant" by my class teacher. She said that "Tamanna, is an example of perseverance, she goes on doing her work till she completes it and gets satisfied. She never gets distracted between herself and her steps of moving forward towards her goal."
The common thing of the sessions from standard VII to standard X was that, that during the projects I was the most demanding student of the school. As I'm good at art and craft, all the teachers wanted to take me in their group, be it any subject or class. All the students were alloted different subjects for the project but I was the one who had been in every subjects project. It became a bit harrassment for me but I enjoyed it.
This way my journey till standard X. Though, I faced many ups and down but it was experiences going through varieties of situation's in school life. Well, you can figure it out that how I moved on from having lots of friends to be a solitary student or a girl.
After the passed by term I examination we had a ptm. The teacher complained that I talk a lot in the class, I didn't realise at that time that did I really chatter. After that, I just stopped talking to everyone. I didn't speak at all except answering the teachers. In the second ptm the teacher again complained what is, I donot speak at all, and this is a very bad habit. I didn't get the solution anymore because if speaking was a crime then falling silent being the solution, was also not less than a felony. I did whatever I liked which furthermore did not give any complain.
Standard IV, V, VI did not give me such memorable times. It was full of studies, playing, dancing, painting, scoldings, etc. The most funniest thing I remember from those three session's is about one of the teachers and a girl of our class. The teacher was a bit old, smart and beautiful social science devotee. She used to make fun of that girl in our class who was always in a kind of drowsy frame of mind. Ma'ams words for her are the reason of my rememberance. She used to say, "Baby, shall I bring a pillow for you?? Will I come to you, u'll love to sleep on my lap or shall I call your mother? She will sing a lullaby for you and you will be lost in your dreams of sleep." This made the class burst out of laughter.
Moving on to standard VII, brought my interest in social networking and also gave me one of the best memories of my school life. Though, these days I have lost interest in social networking but at that time I was a facebookworm. I did not know the functions of Facebook. I did not know how to check profiles or upload a profile picture and these brought me into trouble. I could not recognise those people also whom I knew from before and I talked to everyone whosoever texted me.once, I gave my Id and password to my uncle and he started scolding me why did you talk to this person-that person and told me about them. I was very shocked to know who are they but after that I corrected myself. I learnt using Facebook and also stopped chatting with everyone except few whom I knew very well.
I was in VIIC, where there were only 21 students including me. I still remember the names of every student. The class was an unity. In that class, I met my first crush. He was a young, handsome, moody, very casual, history fanatic. That teacher, being my crush compelled me to study in order to impress him. I just swallowed up the book and was regular to the school just to see him. I could never miss his class and even miss the chance of scampering towards him for being the first to hand over my book. I used to sit infront of his table, I mean, the teachers table so that he could underline and mark in my book only. He was very casual, sometimes he used to use his mobile phone in the class, shared chocolates with us during the class and spoke in hindi or Bengali also, which were not allowed. The most funniest thing was, he could not escape from my habit of commenting on someone's attire. He wore sandals(slippers) to school instead of formal shoes. I questioned him "why did you not wear your formal shoes today?" Yes it seemed awkward but was a serious question to me. He is a trekking enthusiast and a photography aficionado. On this, I commented, "why don't you go for renunciating?"I got the highest marks in his subject in the class. He was no more our suject teacher in class VIII. He left the school spending 2 years on teaching us. I gifted him a hand-made frame with his portrait on it on his depart. It was, a kind of painful feeling but could not help.
Standard VII gave me a group of 20 friends. Our friendship was imperishable and we all had a lot of fun having food, playing truth and dare, singing, dancing, cracking non-veg jokes and what not.
Standard VIII and XI just left me with my 4 friends - Isha, Sakshi, Prapti and Simran. Though, today we lost communication with eachother, but we were best friends at that time. All other companies were insuitable to me other than these 4. Everybody knew about our friendship and best thing was none of us were engaged with anyone else. I past my 2 sessions being with them. By that time, I had totally lost interest in social networking. I just got rid of it.
Along with them, I got 3 more friends, not actually friends indeed. They were 3 teachers - Arpan sir, Shiladitya Sir and Anup Sir. They are my teachers but turned to be certainly friends at times. I had been good at art and craft so I had a good approach towards the art teacher's. Arpan sir taught me a lot of things. He is a very learned person with philosophical thoughts and words. We mostly had debates on any topic and in that I learnt few things from him. He is a very jolly and a funny person, you cannot resist laughing when you are with him. I really enjoyed his company similar to my friends. Shiladitya sir was mostly a friend to me busy cracking jokes. I call him Shila Sir. I have a lot of memories with him but just literally so I don't have much things to say on him but I would I like to say that it was of great fun talking to him, time passed just laughing. I remember he used to flirt talking about the near my lips saying, "look, something's there near your lips, wipe it." We three of us had a very good time during lunch breaks because we shared our food and had it like we were dying of starving and suddenly we got 3 to 4 items of food infront of us. We ran around the art room, had fights, abused eachother and giggling at the top of our voice. I started spending more time with them, because I found my friends to get involved in their own interests, all three of them went in a relationship. It made me feel awkward between the couple's or couple talks whereas Isha was not engaged at school with someone rather she was more interested in looking after their affairs. Anup sir, was the librarian of our school library. He was even a very cool person among all the teachers. We had a good correspondence as I was a regular visitor of the library. I remember when I started conversing with him I got to know that he was leaving the school. The reason was the interference of another librarian of the same library, who had complained against him to the principal about his classes, however I found no fault in him. I cannot say, what's the truth but what I heard that everything was done due to jealousy as everyone loved Anup Sir. Principal Sir did not listen to Anup Sir and shifted him to the juniors section of library. I was the one to take a step against this. And I along with my classmates wrote a letter to principal sir regarding his misjudgment on Anup Sir. But, it was of no use. He had resigned before only and did not stay back even after our so much effort for his hold back. On his farewell all the students were standing in a que in the library to meet him or to click a selfie with him. He was busy throughout the day with the students and I was waiting outside the library to meet him once before he leaves. I was waiting in the infirmary beside the library carring a gift for him. Finally, after 7 periods, he was exempted from all the students. I was still waiting and watching, he went out of the library and again gone missing. After 15mins he returned and was about to open the library door, he saw me and said, "are, Tamanna tum yaha ho! Mai tumhe pura school dhundke aa rha hu, chalo andar aao." I was relieved that finally I could meet. We went inside, sat facing eachother, and he said "sorry, Mai tumhe ekdm time nhi de paya, subah se dekhi hi kitna busy tha koi chor hi nhi Raha tha, finally Abhi time Mila, ab tum bolo." I started crying, he said "fir aaunga toh, Durgapur kabhi bhi aaunga toh tumse zarur milunga, tumne bht Kiya mere liye, kabhi nhi bhoolunga aur Mai shadi karunga na toh Sabse phle tumko bataunga." Then we had a few mins of conversation, I gave him that gift which had his portrait, he showed it to everyone in the school and then he took a picture with me and with that he left.
I was not about to continue in DPS because my father wanted me to study at Aligarh Muslim University. After VIII, I prepared for the entrance exam for a month or two. I just could not study Urdu. I went to Aligarh for the exam, and I was really very nervous about it. When I went inside the university and my parents were asked to wait outside then the feeling in me was like, I was getting separated from them forever. I could see the gate closing slowly, and I just could see my father's face. I cried my heart out there that where will I go now, I don't know anyone, what should I do now, nobody is there with me. I cried for 5 mins and then a staff over there showed me the way. I went and gave the exam and just as the exam was over, I went outside and again started crying seeing my parents. They showed me a lot of love that day and encouraged me. On the day of result, I heard that I failed for 2 marks. Out of 100 I scored 82, one of my father's friend's son said that I lost marks in Urdu. I was not upset because I really didn't want to go there. I wanted to stay with family. Fortunately, I was back to DPS.
In standard IX, except my 4 friends in the class I felt that all the students are very standard and belong to a higher society them me. I hesitated to be more like a friend to them. I thought, I would never be able to match their level of thinking or lifestyle with mine. I was always joyful but my inner state of mind always had a fear of getting insulted between them. I started being neutral to everyone, at times I used to entertain them and at times I used to work with them as a team but never had any personal interests. I went to the school very rarely due to sickness. I was suffering from oesophagitis and I was just like bedridden for 3 months. During those many years, realised that talking with a boy as a friend was also a crime in the eyes of others, including my family. I was a girl who never thought of gender and spoke to everyone. But, these made people taking me in wrong sense. There were other girls in our class, who used to just lie over the boys but never been accused for that and I who always had boys as friends only, was suffering for just talking which was nothing wrong. My father hated, me playing with the boys in the school. It was not my fault, if the girls wouldn't play and just chattered. He always knew that I am interested in playing but he was against it. I choosed not to involve with any boy or a man neither for any purpose or playing because people made my good intentions even look wrong.
Standard X left me with no one in the school. I stopped visiting to the art room, roaming around with my friends and sharing any of my personal feelings with anyone. At the break time, everybody was seen in either groups or atleast pairs but I was the only one who would roam about or stand alone. Simran moved on to another group, Isha got separated because of her rude behaviour towards me and Sakshi Prapti were mostly engaged in their love life. They came to me very oftenly but I choosed not to be Between the couple's due to an inner awkward feeling. Outside the school also I had no one to talk or be a friend with because I started feeling uncomfortable with everyone's company. Mostly standard X, went by like a single piece of wood floating in an ocean. At the beginning, I did not to go to school as I was not cured totally but after that I hated going to the school because of being a solitary student. I went under councilling by the school counselor for fifteen days. Then, slowly again I started going to the school from the middle of the session being least bothered about anybody else. I did not talk to anyone I just went to the school for myself. My academics performance went better in standard XI but again it degraded in standard X. What I got from X was the title of "Perseverant" by my class teacher. She said that "Tamanna, is an example of perseverance, she goes on doing her work till she completes it and gets satisfied. She never gets distracted between herself and her steps of moving forward towards her goal."
The common thing of the sessions from standard VII to standard X was that, that during the projects I was the most demanding student of the school. As I'm good at art and craft, all the teachers wanted to take me in their group, be it any subject or class. All the students were alloted different subjects for the project but I was the one who had been in every subjects project. It became a bit harrassment for me but I enjoyed it.
This way my journey till standard X. Though, I faced many ups and down but it was experiences going through varieties of situation's in school life. Well, you can figure it out that how I moved on from having lots of friends to be a solitary student or a girl.
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