Springdales School, Pusa Road
I feel nostalgic about the first day at school, when I entered the huge gate holding my parents’ hands and staring at the name plate, trying to figure out the letters. Today, as I will be entering the college gates with documents instead of my parents’ hands in my hand, the feeling is almost the same. I am as identity-less as I was when I entered my alma mater. It is just one out of many feelings, although it has more significance for me now because then I did not understand the meaning of the word identity!
The other day, as I was entering the gates of St. Stephen’s to submit my admission form, my respect for the institution, which I had only seen in pictures till now, reached new heights. The building had an old- world charm to it, which we hardly get to see these days, unless we are in the by-lanes of old Delhi!
The gardens and corridors were a perfect example of the saying ‘cleanliness is next to godliness’. The empty benches in the classrooms announced proudly the fact that some of the brightest minds of the country sat here a few hours ago!
Even though I was disappointed to miss the fun of hopping from one college to another to buy the admission forms, nevertheless, I am eagerly awaiting the coming days when I shall have to face the heat in order to secure a seat for myself, because metaphorically, I have been running in a race all this while, the award ceremony of which is just about to begin!