BHPV SCHOOLMEGA REUNION1978-1993 BatchesThose werethe best daysof my lifef someone wished for a picture-perfectIchildhood which came true, then you mustbe talking about the hundreds of kids whoattended “THE BHPV SCHOOL”. Each child mustbe having a mixed bag of memorable stories toshare. Blame it on the no technology era wewere in back those days or the “Hitler” fathersand the innocent mothers who believed in‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ principle orthe scarcity of quality play equipment or themeagre public transport we had to avail or thefixed play hours or the humble publicdistribution system of essential commoditiesor the compulsory extracurricular activitiesimposed on us, I can go on and on with this list,all ended up to bless us BHPV kids with anenvious childhood we can boast all our lives.Delightful encounters with sweet people likeNeelamma (front gate welcome) and Achinaidu(school bell) to name a few and all the nonteachingstaff those days are still vivid in mymind. The fleet of classrooms, the labs, thelibrary, Ashoka trees which lead our way intothe school, the notice board, the big gates atvarious check points, the cycle stand , the pondi n f r o n t o f t h e b i o l o g y l a b a n d t h eunforgettable play grounds, all stood the testof time and stand witness to our past , presentand future. The teachers who taught us were aperfect amalgamation of power, expertise,dedication, values, experience and personalitywho not only imparted knowledge but alsorole-played different characters at differenttimes in our lives. The integrity and selflessnessthey showed in moulding each student’s life is1988 BatchIndiramani Sudeepbeyond words to describe. We shall always beindebted to each one of them.My fond memories include playing seasonalgames, community singing, performances onstage every year, gardening, work experience,competitions, elections, children’s day posingas teachers, radio programmes, picnics,delegations, pledge and prayer at the assemblyapart from the routine subject classes. One cannever forget the shopping centre whichharboured epic shops like Krishna kottu, thecool kiosks which sold Phantom peppermintcigarettes to chocolates ranging from Coconut,Goldspot, Pineapple flavours all for not morethan ten paisa or at the most twenty. Rarelyspotting someone with a Cadbury MilkChocolate was the most envious thing then. Mymouth waters when I think of pickled mangoesand gooseberries which shot us to ecstasyavailable in the friendly neighbourhood next tothe school.I still remember friends offering robbedmangoes escaping the caretaker( the infamousthotamali), the endless loosing of pencils anderasers, impositions, uniform defaulters,beatings from the PT sir, a pinch on the hand orthe thigh whichever was accessible, the painfultwisting of the ear, again priceless endlessblissful tales of the school which may havecome down as blessings to make us all worthypeople today.I have wonderful memories about my schooland will cherish them all my life. “Those werethe best days of my life.”December 201964
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