A Tribute

It was 28^th August, 2007- my 13^th birthday and apparently my first day in my new school. Birthday? Supposed to be fun? Well, not in my case! The day was all soaked in tears.
My dad came to drop me off on the first day. After an hour long journey, full of instructions, I was standing in front of a huge red building with a big mountain in its background; with a huge stair case like that in Hogwards. I clearly remember what a mess I was!

My new school was called Delhi Public School, Srinagar. Anyone who would see it for the first time is sure to fall in love with it, if he knows to appreciate beauty. But that was not my concern at first place; I could feel what a fraction I was in this huge crowd of students. “How will I survive here?” was my first question. I had never been to such a huge school; actually I had never changed school before.

I had been shifted to 7^th A after a depressing journey though 7^th B and then D. 7^th A-a ‘Hindi section’ under Mrs. Somia and for me a dark and a depressing room with hyper students, in way to their adolescence. To add to my tears was the fact that it was my birthday! No one knew about it. I was not expected to stand and announce that it was my birthday and all were supposed to wish me neither I could stand their sympathetic smile over my tears, for a reason they didn’t know.

I befriended a girl called Arwa, apparently she was the most socially, mentally different girl in all the “ally”ies you can think of. Then every day coming to that school became my schedule, same bus, same classes, same people and changing me-was my new life. I made new friends and how can a story be complete without some foes? I started to find place in the big crowd I was scared of.

The people I used to fight were now my best friends and the studies I used to loathe were now my hobby. The dark and depressing room was almost my home; the huge stair case was now a race track. The ‘hyper’ kids I met on the first day were now my friends and I was the ‘most hyper’ girl they would know. 

After that I could be found running in corridors, along with a Log Book, chomping friends’ lunch in classes, hiding in washrooms or maybe just walking around, busy with myself.  We were together as 7^th A, 8^th A, 9^th A and then finally 10^th A, we never got shuffled. I became an integral part of my section, my gang.

And finally the time completed its span and it was the time for ‘Good- Byes’. I actually never knew how these four years passed by, maybe just like a smooth wind in a blazing after noon. I never thought that my separation from this school will separate me from myself. It’s like a part of me is still out there with my friends, laughing, making fun and fighting over canteen money and lunch.

It was just the day I entered the gate and today when I am leaving tells me what all this school gave me. I remember what a mess I was and I am thankful to DPS Srinagar to make a responsible student out of that mess.