Let's recall 12 years of journey in just 5 minutes
It was probably 2007 when we left
our little footprints on the floor of the building. Crying out loud and
shouting "Daddy, take me home please…". We were helpless that time, cause’
there was no one who could get us out of this mess, who could help us making
out in the pandemonium. We were just sitting in a big unknown room, everything
there was different which we never expected to be. That big chubby lady was an
anonymous creature for us who spoke in an unknown language that was ENGLISH.
Everything was so mystified. We could not get what was going on. This was the
very first day in our school named, Budding Buds Senior Secondary School. We
passed our days like that and made lots of friends. We were growing up and
getting into higher standards… Life was so innocent and was moving with a flow
until puberty hit us after we were 11 years old. Standards were higher, we were
getting unexpected knowledge. Our mental emotions were different, we used to
think something else and do the other. 
Budding buds has a history of the
best percentage in academics from every CBSE school in our town. So I’m not
going to talk about academics, because we all know school is a place we go to
study. There is lots of topic to talk about. We all started making more
memories now. How can we forget our game periods, music periods and activity
classes? These were the happiness of childhood. Those songs which we learnt
were boring but were love. We used shout at the top of our lungs singing ‘Nanna
munna rahi hu, desh ka sipahi hu’. I remember we never ever used to listen to
our music teacher when we were in class 8.
Our PT classes were the worst. We used to have Mass PT in every
Saturday. I don’t know why the faculties made us stand in the burning sun and
make us do weird steps like a robot. I never got the point of this robot dance
by getting baked in the sun. Studies should be the first priority, and we all
love studying. Okay I was just kidding. We hate the morning classes the most
and if the first class is of history and that also complete two block periods,
the condition was horrifying. This was killing. We all used become sleeping
beauty that time. Nevertheless, we enjoyed bunking classes. Moving to the
washroom in between the periods, calling our partners from the other sections
with the eyebrow gesture and spending maximum 30 minutes is etched in our
minds. Class 9 was something called hell. The chapters were so irritating and
lengthy. Everything that we studies was like books even don’t want us to read
them. Biology was one; which had the deadliest chapters within. Though the
names were very innocent (‘Cell’ ‘Tissue’ ‘Agriculture’ ‘Natural Resources’ and
the last but not the least ‘Biodiversity’) and only we know our struggle. Do
you know the power of class 10? It’s something which will make you understand
what your life means to you actually! We have the spiciest memory in class 10.
Yes, we did a lot of monkey businesses (even we broke the school rules). We
spent time in washrooms rather than attending classes, had out tiffin when
teacher used to explain something did mass absenteeism and even the CCTV camera
caught us doing all this( but that’s a different issue). The CCTV is just like
our best friend indeed. APJ Abdul Kalam once said “Sometimes it’s better to
bunk a class and enjoy with friends, because today when I look back, marks
never me laugh, but memories do…”
So this is how we all spent our
Final Secondary Year. But, we never noticed how the day passed and we crossed
12years in this unknown building. This building was no longer a structure for
us; it was more than a home, more than an emotion. Our friendship started with ‘Yeh dosti hum
nahi torenge’ to ‘ tere jaisa yaar kahan’. Today is the time to leave home and
move abroad. I don’t know why time passed like Behti Hawa. This story of love
ends here. We completed our 12 years of relationship with our school. Memories
and those sketch pen paintings on our white shirt prove this. And finally it
all ended with a tear again and this time we are crying aloud and shouting “I
want to stay back here”. It’s time to close the book of the Blinked School
days….
I want to take some of the names
of those people who made my school life more amusing. Sweeta Banerjee, Niharika
Moral, Trisha Singha, Simran Sen, Tanisha Bhattacharjee, Ishika Deb, Menka Gupta, Parishmita Limbu,
Nandini Das, Arrya Gupta, Shrishti Taparia, Sushmita Modi, Bidisha Handique,
Bidisha Agarwal, Afrin Khatoon, Natalia Saikia, Preety Pandey, Pratistha Das,
Ankita Ghosh, Swarnali Ghosh, Anwesha Bhadra, Bhashwatee Das, Arundhati
Bardhan, Sweeta Dutta, Sanjida Samrin. And even the complete class 10 batch
I’ll even like to mention some of
our teachers’ names whom I’ll miss the most; Gurjit ma’am, Madhurima ma’am,
Nishtha ma’am, Bitapa ma’am, Himanshu sir, Pandey sir, Anindita ma’am,
Prasenjit sir, Seema Ma’am, Nupur ma’am and of course our Best Principal Samiran
sir will be in our hearts always. I’ll
miss my Bagpipe Band Team and school chorus team. Thank you so much for being a
part of my journey.
But, some names are so special to
me; those 4 people are closest to my heart. I believe that it’s okay not to
acknowledge Sohini, Sudipta, Priyanshi and Eshita separately.
This article is dedicated to our
school Budding Buds Senior Secondary School.
#WithLove #Batch2018
#Buddians4Life #Mystification
Memorabilia 2007-2018
Glimpses of our last session 2018-19
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Trip to Jaganath Temple & Khanikar park
(Dibrugarh) 23rd November, 2018
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Trip to Jaganath Temple & Khanikar park
(Dibrugarh) 23rd November, 2018
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| Boards result Celebration of Class 10 Session 2017-18 |
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| Boards result Celebration of Class 10 Session 2017-18 |
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| Farewell Party 14th December, 2018 |
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| Farewell Party 14th December, 2018 |
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| Farewell Party 14th December, 2018 |
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| #TheEnd |
Comments
And yes, robot dance is weird and useless! ��