A tribute to my alma mater

I was sitting alone in the room staring at my books when suddenly i heard the ringing of the bell. That distant sound had a sweet rhythm, a mysterious chord and beautiful poetry to it. As that sound reached my ear, it reverberated again and again, calling out to me,telling me something through its powerful music.My mind really tried hard in vain to recognize the sound but my heart needed no searching as it knew that sound is the sound of the school bell. The harmony of the music made me mull over my decision. The sound asked me to stop, to look, to feel, to breathe, to smile,to think for the last time.. 'Are you sure you can't do it?'..

The sound that seemed to have come directly from heaven, made me remember my first success. 'SACRED HEART CONVENT SCHOOL', the name which made both mad and sad until i was not part of this esteemed institution. To study in this institution is the dream of all Jampot(Jamshedpur) girls and so my mine. I worked really hard towards it and finally bagged it (Hurrah!!). The initial journey in convent was tough but i somehow sailed through the storm and created my own niche in the institution.In fact that new tag of 'CONVENTEE'attached before my name made me achieve this. The very tag still boosts my confidence and force me back to work.

out of the 21 years of my life, i have spent 4 years walking on the corridors of convent. From the first day i took my steps into the portals of this institution, a complete new world was awakened to me.. I still remember the day i had to bid adieu to my ALMA MATER. It seemed as though a part of my soul has left me, it seemed as if my spirit had died. i was trying in vain to clutch onto time attempting to turn it back a few year as it darts out of our reach, out of our hearts..

The bells are still ringing in my ear....asking me to reminisce the old, beautiful and priceless moment spent together.. those memories shall forever remain engrained in the abyss of time, they are imprinted in my soul and whenever i feel dejected , i use it all as a balm.

When i had taken admission into a B-grade college for graduation, my hopes were all shaken, it seemed as though the pedestal has been snatched away from me. I had been thrown out of my cocoon and was trying in vain to search for a foothold.. questions are rising up thick and fast, what is my place and where is the answer to my life??... Sadness is filling up my heart as tears are falling incessantly down my face.

My mind is blank and i feel hollow inside.. But suddenly the school bell starts ringing again.. Its magical notes are telling me that i am not weak, i am not powerless, i still have the strength to change the course of time, the courage to change the pattern of stars, the potential to change the existing world outside.. i still can.. as i was, m and will always remain a 'CONVENTEE'. These magical words shall stay with me forever.

Each step i take, each step i walk... those yellow buildings, with crucified Jesus on its wall... always accompany me showing me the way to success.. the way to my dreams.. still i can hear the school bells ringing aloud.

Rishikesh- a Bon Voyage

August 2009: Few days back I went to Rishikesh- a place which saunters at its own juvenile pace. There was not much to it except for that little thing called 'Fun'. We do have our daily dozes of enjoyment out here in Delhi but never do we have that pristine fun. It sounds a bit paradoxical right.. but its true. Somewhere in the back of our minds, there is always this clock ticking reminding us of the pressing matters at hand, back at office the deadlines of files to meet, like a perpetual to-do list stuck on the back of our minds and in front of our seats. But not in Rishikesh.

I went along with a few of my office colleagues to a place known more for its religio loci. Time out there seemed have taken a halt and settled like river salt. River rafting was major fun and the camping was like an extra topping added to it. We camped in a 25 ft high surface with no electricity but only lamps at our disposal at night. The mountain was surrounded on one side by the Ganges with silver sand along its side.

After a long time I could stand al fresco and inhale the fresh free of pollution air.Where the daylight gave us an opportunity to discover the beauty of the place, the night gave a fantabulous view of a sky full of twinkling stars.

As everything comes to an end, even we had to end our journey and take our steps back to Delhi. Breathtaking views, friendly and the most helpful people, yummy food and of course ‘Friends’ to share the experience with make for a delectable cocktail of memories, excitement and the proverbial ’FUN’.