Memories of School and Beyond 

The place we met was aptly called ‘The English Tea Room’. At least I owe some of my passion to write and speak to my alma mater.

Whenever you see people with whom you have spent your formative years your memory just freezes and you can’t see them beyond the pinafore clad days and consciously refusing to accept the fact that most of them have college going children and being strong contenders to join the empty nest syndrome club. I still remember all of us had to wear sarees in class 11 and class 12 as uniform and we despised and detested the fact so much. I think we all gladly dumped it as we got out of school for more convenient clothing but definitely the confidence the school had instilled had stayed with us for life.. Of course all women look the best in the six yard drape but definitely not as a school uniform in that precocious age. But this group successfully did it without whining much. We were no doubt the obedient seventies and eighties kids.

We too had our fun in the midst of some stern and staid teachers. The convent bred clan had loads of fun in our sprawling playgrounds, in our inter house dramatics and even in our ever so serious science labs to name a few.. We had heaps and oodles of unadulterated fun and vividly recollect every single day of our beloved Bains.. Thanks to our parents who strived hard to put us in good schools which did make a lot of difference when we stepped out into the big bad competitive world. All of us turning out to be not only highly educated and successful but also empowered in every way and showing the way to generation x in how to survive odds and have a mind and opinion of your own or simply just being yourself despite the several impediments which come your way and the world trying to be judgmental. The seeds were definitely sown in our school and the foundation was firmly laid no doubt. For me all of them were still the same Bain school girls who have not aged even a day and with whom I had made everlasting memories.