Showing posts with label AtoZbloggingchallenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AtoZbloggingchallenge. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The green checkered skirts - STS uniform


In India, uniforms are mandatory in school. All students follow a uniform dress code till high school (Year 12/ Class 12). Each school has its own uniform dress. Every morning, I wore my dress with pride, almost like an army soldier, ready to collect the Paramvir Chakra (as my senior Seema Saluja used to say).

We had seperate set of uniforms for summers and winters. The summer dress was light green divided skirt, white shirt, with school motto on its pocket, white socks and brown leather shoes. Nursery till Class 5 used to wear a green tunic instead of a skirt. Due to this, there was extreme excitement to reach class 6. Seniors in divided skirts. What an achievement it was. 

A couple of students accepting RGICS Debate trophy from Mrs Sonia Gandhi


The winter uniform was a little different, a little unique. Scottish green skirts, rust coats, green socks, and brown shoes. 


School Choir singing the school song

I have a set of both resting in my almirah at my mum's. The brown shoes have been replaced by black shoes in the STS uniform now. The mochi uncle (school cobbler) probably left the job (god bless his noble and old soul). 


Showcasing fellow blogger, and writer, Srilakshmi Indrasenan who blogs at I am S(t)ri, Her ongoing story at the AtoZ challenge is a must read. Just a click away!! 


This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the twenty first  post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter U: U for uniform at STS.. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 



Thursday, April 17, 2014

Orange and black bars



There was a life in school, and then there was a life in the orange and black bar, that's the STS school bus. The 90s kids will probably recall that the school buses used to identify with the school in  their typical colors matching the school's uniform colors. So Springdales had grey and maroon striped buses, and St Thomas' had orange bus with black bars/ stripes. In the mid 90s, the government instructed the schools to have a all buses painted yellow, with black stripes. Trust me, it took us a few months to adjust in the tiger skinned buses. After all, they were not our STS bus. Damn the rules!!  

STS buses. The black bars are replaced by green, following CNG rules. :) 

School bus tales are more of fun. Infact a lot more fun. 
The junior school closed down 15 minutes before the senior school. All the buses carried kids from junior school to the senior school, and then head on their routes. The following song was sung on high pitched voices, while travelling from junior school to senior school, everyday. And you know where the emphasis was.. ....ere...ere....ere....ere.... IN ZAIRE!!!! 

Once there was a battle there
In Zaire In Zaire
Hundred Thousand people there
In Zaire In Zaire
To see the rumble in the jungle
Where...ere....ere....ere..... 
In Zaire!!! 

Aage Kuchh nahi aata hai (I don't know further)
In Zaire In Zaire
Sachmuch kuchh nahi aata hai (Trust me, I don't know further)
In Zaire In Zaire
To see the rumble in the jungle
Where....ere...ere...ere... 
In Zaire!!




The memories of those long journey's from home to school, and then back, stay with me till date. Every morning was a mix of yawns and excitements, last minute test study, and  every evening was a mix of hullabaloo and sleep. 

The day I adorned the prestigious Cabinet badge, when I was in 10th, he bus conductor, Ram bhaiya (I forget his name now - Ramprem, Rampyare... So sorry, my memory :( ), told me, "babyji, ab hum bhi red lights pe darwaza khol ke side mein khade ho jaenge, minister sahab ja rahe hain hamari bus mein". (I will get down at the red lights and stand by the bus sides, after all a minister is going in the bus). God bless him, wherever he is now. 


Much Love STS!! 




Showcasing a doctor, who is a professional baker, DIY expert, doting mom, a devoted blogger, and one of the most loving virtual friend  - Gauri Kekre. Catch a glimse of Gauri's creativity at http://mindbrewblog.wordpress.com. Sending much love to you Gauri, on your blogversary, just round the corner!! 






Photographs courtesy: Seniors, super seniors, super duper seniors, loving juniors, and the school website: www.stthomasgirlsschool.com

This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the fifteenth post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter O: O for Orange and Black bars of STS.. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 








Monday, April 14, 2014

The School Motto


Life is a long journey. A learning journey. That is if you consider it so. Learning at home, at work, in the park, at the pool, in the kitchen, at V's school. 

The catch is -"never satiate your hunger, to learn".

As you move on in life, you imbibe what you learn, what you see, what you hear, what you read. My school motto is one such phrase, which forms a phrase of my life. 


"Light to lighten" 


Essence: 
Enlighten yourself, your body, your soul. Let the knowledge carve you into a human, a better person, a loved being. And when you are shining, enlighten others - with wisdom, with love, with truth, with power.  

(This could well fit in the "L" post. But the meaningful "Motto", school motto, couldn't be emphasized upon. for this post is about the guiding light which STS has been in my life, be it my alma mater's motto. Moreover, the "L for library", couldn't fit in M anyways. :) )

Every year, as all other schools, and as your school, we fare thee well the year 12 students. There is a presentation and cultural program by juniors, and like in many schools, Ms STS contest is held as well. Fun it is. But the "real" farewell ceremony at STS, is known as "Candle Light Ceremony". I talk about it here, because it is closely related to the school motto. Infact this is the evening when Thomasites finally understand the meaning of the school motto. 

This ceremony is held an evening before the cultural farewell. The solemn ceremony is attended by Class 11 and class 12 students, along with the parents. A chief guest is invited for the ceremony. 

The evening marks the official and emotional handover of the "school and its pride" from the outgoing batch to the class 11 students. Not one being you will find who doesn't have tears rolling down their cheeks. The day, year 12 feels the real meaning of "Light, to lighten". The evening when Year 11 drinks the fact. They are the torch bearers, and have to live upto it. 

The outgoing Prime Minister hands over the School flag to the next Prime Minister. Since years bygone, the school flag is accepted in the same manner - the outgoing PM leans forward and hands over the flag, and the new PM bends down on her knee, and holds on to the flag, with silent promise of keeping the outgoing batch's alma mater shining bright as ever. Post this, each of the Year 12 student hands over a lit candle, to the Year 11 student. No one remembers how that happens, no one has seen it, the tears have never allowed it to be seen clearly. The school song (I talk about it in a later post) can be heard in the background, soft and heart wrenching. 


As I was in the cabinet, I have attended 4 farewell ceremonies. And I distinctly recall each one of them. Yes, the heaviest was my own. I recall looking at the school one last time, with swelled eyes. It wasn't clear. At all. It all seemed like a dream. And yet, it was real. 


Deeksha Kaushal, Prime Minister, 1996, a year senior to me, held me tight, and cried, uttering, "I will miss this red and green building, the life, the love, the shine". I remember her so clear. And the next year, it was my turn to say the same, to my loving juniors. The new flag bearers. 

So, I take forward the love, the light, and the shine - and thus make "Light to Lighten" my life's motto. 

Salute to thee, STS. 






From this day, I start showcasing my fellow bloggers, who are taking part in the challenge. Visit them, trust me, it will be worth it. 
Usha Menon ji blogs at and as eccentricgrandmum. Her blog, her passion, her life is a true inspiration for all. Life and learning go hand in hand. Visit her to know more. 


Photographs courtesy: Seniors, super seniors, super duper seniors, loving juniors, and the school website: www.stthomasgirlsschool.com


This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the thirteenth post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter M: M for school motto.. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 







Saturday, April 12, 2014

K, Kh, G, Gh - Kakehra


I wish I could write this post in Hindi. But there are readers who may not clearly understand the post, therefore, I am penning it in English. 

Every weekend, my son prepares the national song of India - "Saare Jahan se achha, Hindustan hamara..". A group of kids are practicing for the upcoming Indian Festival in Stockholm, here in Sweden. This is V's first stint at Hindi. Knock on the wood, he is doing pretty well, especially with his pronunciations. Comes from his mom. Ahem ahem!! 

My school, St Thomas', had a very good faculty. Staff is extremely learned. The most important point is that they all love teaching. If you love your job, you are best at it, isn't it? 

But here I want to bring out the Hindi classes, and the hindi teachers. Some awesome memories, knowledge which I am proud and thankful of. Lest Hindi gets lost in the deep dark ocean. One on my uncle is running a Non Government Organization to popularize Hindi in India. He holds conferences and workshops. What a pity. 



My stint with the hindi varnamala (alphabets) started with Mrs. Saxena, in grade 1. She was a very sensitive teacher , knew how to inculcate children's interest in the language. It was not a easy task, but she did it with such ease. Then was Mrs Das. Who doesn't love her. Her distinctive Bindi, her stern ways of teaching, yes soft heart, full of love for her children. Miss her a lot. 

A recent picture of Mrs Das, with some of my super seniors, STS alumni

When I moved to senior school, I was excited. I had some of the best teachers, and I am sure all STSers will agree to this. Mrs Vinod was my hindi teacher. Years 8, 9 and 10, have a lot of focus on Hindi syllabus. Those were the days I enjoyed the subject. I have a natural instinct towards peotry, and Mrs Vinod used to explain the deeper meaning of the verses with deep intellect. 

I remember doing Prasang sahit vyakhya of so many poems. My favorites include SumitraNanda Pant, Harivanshya Rai Bachhan and Mahadevi Verma. But the poem which is engraved in my heart, and now more so with my mommy status goes as below: 

यह कदंब का पेड़ (Yeh Kadamb Ka Ped) - 

सुभद्रा कुमारी चौहान (Subhadra Kumari Chauhan)



यह कदंब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे
मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे-धीरे

ले देतीं यदि मुझे बांसुरी तुम दो पैसे वाली
किसी तरह नीची हो जाती यह कदंब की डाली

तुम्हें नहीं कुछ कहता पर मैं चुपके-चुपके आता
उस नीची डाली से अम्मा ऊँचे पर चढ़ जाता

वहीं बैठ फिर बड़े मजे से मैं बांसुरी बजाता
अम्मा-अम्मा कह वंशी के स्वर में तुम्हे बुलाता

बहुत बुलाने पर भी माँ जब नहीं उतर कर आता
माँ, तब माँ का हृदय तुम्हारा बहुत विकल हो जाता

तुम आँचल फैला कर अम्मां वहीं पेड़ के नीचे
ईश्वर से कुछ विनती करतीं बैठी आँखें मीचे

तुम्हें ध्यान में लगी देख मैं धीरे-धीरे आता
और तुम्हारे फैले आँचल के नीचे छिप जाता

तुम घबरा कर आँख खोलतीं, पर माँ खुश हो जाती
जब अपने मुन्ना राजा को गोदी में ही पातीं

इसी तरह कुछ खेला करते हम-तुम धीरे-धीरे
यह कदंब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे


Source: 
(I follow this blog and read some of the best and famous Hindi Poetry, recommended)


I am indebted to my school, for the knowledge of my mother tongue, for the love I have for the language, for the feeling of belonging when I speak it, for the feeling of proud when I rad literature, for the ability to teach my son, who is almost a swede now, bits of the language and inculcate his interest in Hindi.

For the K, Kh, G, Gh, I am proud of Hindi, I am proud of Kakaehra, I am proud of STS. 



This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the tenth post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter K - K, Kh, G, Gh: Kakehra: hindi alphabets, The Lord has come.. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 





Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Helen Jerwood’s School – Houses within




For empowering woman, educate them
Save the female foetus, treat them a human
Feed them, clothe them, clean them, love them
School them, educate them, let them be a woman

Mrs Helen Jerwood, missionary from United Kingdom, worked for the purpose of education for girls in the days of British India.  She founded a couple of school in Delhi, St Thomas’ being one of them. With ideals and undying mission she went from house to house to kindle the light of education for the girl child.
Ms Helen Jerwood

Mrs Helen Jerwood’s vision and her untiring devotion have given St. Thomas' a glorious foundation. Since then, the principals – Ms Ayesha Jacob, Mrs Joy Michael, Mrs Cynthia Manoharan and Mrs Anuradha Amos have striven hard to follow her ideals.

As I take myself, and the readers through this journey, I realize that full justice is not being given to each post. Therefore I decided to carry on with the series after the challenge as well (not as frequent as AtoZ Challenge).

Anyways, apart from the founder’s introduction, H post will be incomplete without talking about the school houses. No prizes for guessing the house names.


Madam Curie (Red house) 


Marie Skłodowska-Curie (7 November 1867 – 4 July 1934) was a Polish and naturalized-French physicist and chemist who conducted pioneering research on radioactivity. She was the first woman to win a Nobel Prize, the only woman to win in two fields, and the only person to win in multiple sciences. (Source Wikipedia)





Chand Bibi (Yellow house)
Chand Bibi (1550–1599 CE), also known as Chand Khatun or Chand Sultana, was an Indian Muslim woman warrior. She acted as the Regent of Bijapur (1580–90) and Regent of Ahmednagar (1596–99). Chand Bibi is best known for defending Ahmednagar against the Mughal forces of Emperor Akbar. (Source Wikipedia)






Sarojini Naidu (Blue house)
Sarojini Naidu, born as Sarojini Chattopadhyay was a child prodigy, Indian independence activist and poet. Naidu served as the first governor of the United Provinces of Agra and Oudh from 1947 to 1949; the first woman to become the governor of an Indian state. She was the second woman to become the president of the Indian National Congress in 1925 and the first Indian woman to do so. (Source Wikipedia)





Nightingale (Green house)
Florence Nightingale, (12 May 1820 – 13 August 1910) was a celebrated English social reformer and statistician, and the founder of modern nursing. She came to prominence while serving as a nurse during the Crimean War, where she tended to wounded soldiers. She was known as "The Lady with the Lamp" after her habit of making rounds at night. . (Source Wikipedia)




Each house has its own election, through a democratic process, where the students elect their house representatives – the house head and the two deputies. The houses compete with each other in several activities – academic, co curricular and sports.

In my early years, I was in Chand Bibi. But I was young, and did not understand the meaning of houses. Later on I was moved to Sarojini Naidu. And that was my house – the blue house. We had small badges which we had to pin up on our shirts every day. Scarves were introduced later, in 1990s.  Every Friday, we had to wear the house scarf, which was an additional matter of pride.

Proud STSers


Short note: Now I realize from where the feminism comes in me. 


This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the seventh post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter H - H for Helen Jerwood (founder) and school houses. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Gandhi, father of nation: Connection with my Alma Mater


I am proud of my alma mater. 

Who isn’t? She made us what we are. 

All schools have something special which is the reason of pride. STS has been special in many ways. Or that is what we Thomasites perceive and strongly believe. Mahatma Gandhi’s connection to our  school is one such underliner. 

Gandhiji (Mohandas Karanchand Gandhi), the father of Indian nation, was a prominent leader and freedom fighter opposing the British rule in India. Following his non violent ways, India regained her lost identity, and attained freedom. 

I learnt a few of life's lessons, where Mahatma walked

One of the many movements of Gandhi, was the campaign against untouchability. He renamed Dalits (untouchables) as Harijans (children of god), and worked towards their rights in the country. 

Residents of the Harijan Basti attending programs at St Thomas' Platinum jubilee celebrations

A small harijan basti exists in the bylanes of Gole Market, next to the St Thomas’ senior school building. A school gate opens to the basti as well. Gandhiji frequently visited the basti, and used to stroll in the school compound. The old red brick stage, in the school used to be his meditation ground. He used to love the school, where girls were educated. This dates back to 1930s/ 1940s. 



I do not have a further information about this. But our school chairperson, Mrs Manoharan, who was the principal in my times, may shed some light as well. She is a school alumni too.  I will try to update this post, if I get to meet her, in my next India visit, soon. 

In the picture: the school stage









This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the seventh post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter G - G for Gandhi, father of the nation. 
Linking this post to UBC too. 



Monday, April 7, 2014

Friends and Food - Thomasite Style


While thinking about writing on letter F, the first thing which came to my mind, or what would come in any of our minds would be “friends”. School friends. I am sure we can have a triology release about friendship tales in school. A small blog post cannot justify “friendship” memories. Therefore, I tried to extract a part of my memory. A summary of tales about “Friends and Food”.

As primary grade student, we were naïve. We started learning about relationships. Friendships. Those were the days, when I recall having a picnic lunch, a potluck as we adults prefer to call it. Venue used to be the school playground. A similar potluck was organized for the Christmas party as well.

As I grew up, and started middle school, the bonds of friendships grew stronger. There was no inhibition, no portrayals, no dramatization of the real self. It was pure, open simple, transparent – friendship. It still is. I am lucky.

In the pic: Class X C, 1995. One of the most notorious, yet loved my teachers. Mrs Rowena Gideon was our class teacher. Much about her in my later posts. :)

Class 7/8, year 1993. The lunch hours started witnessing commotion. No one was eating their own food. Atleast 8 hungry girls on each lunch box. Potluck became a daily routine. One chappati, split in 6 bites, fed six different mouths. This was just to exemplify the extent.

Astha’s mom used to make delicious tehri/ pulao. It was a plain dish – white rice, chane ki dal, with zeera and ghee tadka. Amazingly awesome. Astha used to get a big box of this. During lunchtime, a helping of this delicacy was put in the lunch box cover and handed over to me. The rest was gobbled up be the rest of the class.

Bharti Agarwal (love you honey!!) and her yummy bhujia patties – one was booked for me even before the box opened. And that was the only way I used to eat bhujia (Haldiram bhujia). I swear I never eat bhujia, neither then nor now. I don’t recall what used to be the contents of my lunch box, for I have never seen it. It was seen by my besties. I will ask them if they have any memory of what mum used to pack.

This food business slowly relinquished. Instead carrying food was considered oh so old fashioned. Unfortunately, not all could afford eating in the canteen everyday. So what was the way out. So simple, eat nothing, just have fun. After all lunch breaks are not meant to waste time. It is meant to do stuff which makes you famous or sometimes notorious. I stopped eating lunch from class 9 onwards. All I used to do was – teenage fun. Vandana Bhatia was my mentor, my guide – “Calling trouble by being naughty: for dummies”. Bhatia, please spare Sia from the mayhem you put me into so many times.

Bharti used to hand me the patty twice a week, which was sufficient for my tummy ad our friendship. We are still good friends, haven’t met for long, oh really long.

Mental note: Need to plan up with VB and BA soon.


Disclaimer: Astha, Vandy and Bharti are not the only ones who fed me/ unfed me, they are just top of my mind. For the sheer love in my heart for the three of you, your name showcases here. Feel proud girls. 

This post is dedicated to the A-to-Z blogging challenge - the largest Blog Challenge in the history of Blogkind. My selected theme is "memories of St. Thomas' "- my Alma mater. This is the sixth post of the challenge, and is linked to the letter F - F for friends and food. 
Linking this post to UBC too.