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Dasvidaniya………………..
Farewell…. As my entire batch are caught in d word with all the preparations and arrangements, let me take a moment off to express a few of my emotions attached with the same… This farewell seems like bidding adieu to people we hav ever known in Birla.. Something like everyone who has been ever here for us… To guide us.. To help us.. To scold us.. To be angry with us.. To pamper us.. And many more will be gud and apparently they say for d greater good… in no amount of tym we saw batches leave one after the another… Sad part iz that this one leaves us…
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My White Shirt
Today while taking out the summer clothes.. my mum showed me the white shirt… the same one I wore when I went to the school for the first time.. It is really torn and in bad shape… and when mum asked if she should throw it.. I snatched it from her and said ‘ NEVER ‘ …. The shirt suddenly brought back so much… the first time I saw that aquarium… those cameras… the big China vases outside Principal’s office… saw that reception… went inside Principal’s room… meet our Principal who certainly is one of the most charming personalities I have ever met… seen that TV on which corridors show…
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My DPS Mathura Road experience..
Sorry but there is no ’14 years back when I entered this school…’ in my coming words (no this is no speech.. it’s what I feel and what I want to share…).. because I wasn’t a part of Delhi Public School Mathura Road, 14 years back… but I do remember all the moments I spent here… I entered this school on a Thursday morning… dressed in white shirt and blue jeans.. my dad wanted to shift from Rohini to central Delhi and he had applied in certain school here… DPS Mathura Road and Sardar Patel had replied.. my dad wanted me to go to DPS Mathura Road first.. I remember…