Seven years down memory lane

It’s the 17th of February today, seven years past 17-2-1999, when we did have our last day in DAV Boys Senior Secondary School, Gopalapuram. Have several wonderful memories of this beautiful phase of life, from a school where I studied for twelve long years. Like several of my classmates, I owe a whole lot o DAV, for what I am. We had mostly great teachers right till the very end (when problems did begin to crop up) and always a great batch of students. From being very studious to extremely mischievous, we all had our great times in DAV.

On 17th Feb, we had our farewell havan, as well as several farewell speeches, a victory lap around the school, capped by a treat at Pizza corner! There are possibly people whom I’ve not met ever since, and those whom I keep in touch with till this very day. The new bluwiki home at is indeed helping.

Schooling is always a treasured memory from childhood. I owe some of my best friends to DAV. Can’t really think of much more to write… It’s always great to reminisce those wonderful days at DAV….

This is Rajan and me from 17-02-1999!


This was possibly on 16th Feb, outside ‘Joy’.. what wonderful memories…


Just caught this wonderful poem in a forward; it captures all the nostalgia from the school days:

Gone are the days …

When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches…

When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and… Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips…

We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens…

We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarke’s tables and advanced to calculators and computers.

When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat…

When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

When all the colors in the world, decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun, While others simply played “book cricket” in the
Confines of classroom.

Gone are the days…
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy…

When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house during Intervals and Lunch breaks.

When few rushed at 3:45 to “Conquer” window seats in
our School bus. While few others had “Big Fun”, “peppermint”, “kulfi”, ” milk ice !” and “sharbat !” at 4 o’Clock…

Gone are the days of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests…

We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost…
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought…

With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience , all this and more…


2 thoughts on “Seven years down memory lane

  1. As you said, the poem wonderfully captured the great times we had at school. Its hard to beleive that its been 7 years since we left school. Time has indeed moved on, and so have all of us.

    great school, great guys, great times, great memories…

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