The Day I was Back Home
I still
remember the date. It was 22nd of November, 2013 and I dropped at
the place which made me the person I am today, my Alma mater Don Bosco Academy.
I had not
planned visiting my school while I left home that day. I was just passing by
and from some were it came to me that why I don’t see my teachers. So I stopped
and entered the gate. I can’t express the joy and happiness that I experienced
that moment.
It was in
February that year, our batch had passed out. I took admission in another
school for my 10+2 but it was not a place like Bosco. The ten years I spent
here has molded me into a man ready to face this competitive, selfish,
unloving world.
Coming back
to the memories of that day, the first person I met was Maya madam. Though she
had never taught me but was happy seeing me and gave me a hug. Then I spent
around an hour meeting my teachers and principal madam. They were all happy to
know that I had opted to study humanities and were doing well. They all appreciated
my decision to break a stereo type and choose to do something I love. They
congratulated me on my first academic achievement that was my first win at an
inter school Quiz competition which had happened the last week.
But the best
complement that I received was from Alan sir. He was amused to hear how I
missing the place and the teachers and how grateful I am to that place for the
contribution in my life. With glittering eyes, he placed his hand on my head
and said, “I hope we had more students like you”. It was the biggest praise I
received on one of the most memorable days of my life.
Whenever I
remember that day tears roll down my cheeks and remind me my duty to stand by
the values I have learned from my mentors and friends at my second home. It
inspires me to touch the zenith of success and my resolve my to serve the god
and my country gets stronger.
PROUD TO BE
A BOSCOITE!!!
