I used to study in Birla High School till class V and still - 'those are the best days of my life'. Then came the change....my parents decided that I should study in WBBSE instead of CBSE and so I got into Patha Bhavan. I was too young to voice anything; but I felt the crooked wooden benches, whitewashed walls, old-school blackboards; rooms within rooms; thatched roofing was not the ideal situation for me.
Before the start of the session I left for a trek to Pindari Glacier from my Behala home and came back (to my new) home at Salt Lake. The transition had begun- from next week would begin my first days at Patha Bhavan. For a 10 year old boy, his life had changed completely. He never looked back over his shoulders again in fear of nostalgic memories.
During the first few months at school I hated everything except my new friends. I hated the poor infrastructure and the fact that in an English-medium school the language of instruction was Bengali in most of the cases. But slowly I grew into the unique (which many people like to term as 'homely' ) atmosphere of Patha Bhavan. And then there was no looking back. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times for me. There I found friendship and love; I found hatred and love; I found backstabbing and love; I found gay-love and love. The bottom-line is I found Love.
Patha Bhavan carved me into the nude-in-public David that I am today and I am forever grateful.
Collage of memoirs:-
Before the start of the session I left for a trek to Pindari Glacier from my Behala home and came back (to my new) home at Salt Lake. The transition had begun- from next week would begin my first days at Patha Bhavan. For a 10 year old boy, his life had changed completely. He never looked back over his shoulders again in fear of nostalgic memories.
During the first few months at school I hated everything except my new friends. I hated the poor infrastructure and the fact that in an English-medium school the language of instruction was Bengali in most of the cases. But slowly I grew into the unique (which many people like to term as 'homely' ) atmosphere of Patha Bhavan. And then there was no looking back. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times for me. There I found friendship and love; I found hatred and love; I found backstabbing and love; I found gay-love and love. The bottom-line is I found Love.
Patha Bhavan carved me into the nude-in-public David that I am today and I am forever grateful.
Collage of memoirs:-
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