BPGHSS – Boiler Plant Girls Higher Secondary School was where I did classes 11 and 12. The move was driven by the need to score high marks in my 12th standard. BPGHSS had State-Board syllabus and had the habit of churning out state toppers.

My transition from a pinafore-wearing, amen-reciting RSKite to a half-saree wearing, Gayatri mantra chanting Girls High School student was rather interesting. It opened my world and isn’t that what education is supposed to do?

My memories here are fuzzy. I guess the pressure of studies took over. I remember the friends I hung out with. I am not close to them anymore. How life changes!

My haiku of the day

Grey  blue was the world

Pinned up half-sarees fly

Black ribbon on  hair

 

Classrooms swept fine

Glossy blackboards wiped clean

Slippers all in  row

 

New experiences

Going the extreme distance

Fighting, fitting in

 

Bittersweet friendships

Momentary distractions

Dire need to succeed

 

Chemistry, English

Sanskrit, Physics, Biology

Mathematics too

 

Two years long and short

Blend of so many differences

Memories so vague.

Coming up tomorrow – H: Holidays