This was what patha bhavan used to look like, there are many a students out there, who miss their time at patha bhavan, but to me the ones who really miss our school, and the school really misses, are none other than the wonderful poems that god once wrote upon this earth, yes i am talking about the trees, which were fell down at the end of our school lives, which i thought recorded nothing but our emptiness... one day i went to school and found my patha bhavan in pieces, and what was remaining of it was being brutally cut down, i stood there in awe!!!, during my short term at patha bhavan i never felt such a harsh and cold chill climbing through my veins, and mixed emotion of anger sorrow,betrayal, and futility. the students didn't even get to know of this sinister plan of the school authority, which was executed during the weekends, if i had known, i would have stood up against it along with my batchmates... i still remember i stood there with my watery eyes with few of my friends, and one of our teachers abhijitda, it was the first time i got the taste of the harsh world ahead of us... later it was told that the trees had to be cut down in order to get the plan of the new patha bhavan building sanctioned, and all the time we have been taught that new should not come at the cost of the old.it was here that i was taught new could never be the new unless exists the old. it was hard, it is still hard to imagine patha bhavan with out its ever spreading shadowy ground.the future students will not miss a thing that they will never have. But to us the leaning tree to sit upon, the 'BEL GACH' which provided us with football.the shadows where so many found their love.the squirrels and the titanic honey comb...was our heaven on earth, heaven that belonged to us...
