(this was a comment i had made in Song of the waves – Parayil A. Tharakan Blog
Friday, May 18, 2007. the post was “Autobiography of a school”)
Death is always sad. Death of young is sadder. Death of a school that was just 46 is saddest…….A school is always a hub of activity, of friends, of teachers, of head masters. Not only the people. It is also a sentimental collection of class rooms in which so many lessons are taught, so many lunch boxes shared, a collection of benches that are a witness to the blossoming of so many close friendships and breaking up of equal number of friendships! and so many students writing exams to make their future secure, of the play ground where National Flag was hoisted proudly on so many occasions and sweets distributed, so many life skills learnt � of decision making, problem solving, diplomacy, inter personal relationships etc. Behind the school is that founder who dreamt big, who inspired hundreds of students to dream big and together they made their dreams come true……………………And one day, after many many years, perhaps after two-three generations of families have passed out of that school, it has to be closed! Why? – because there are no sufficient number of students wanting to join this school. It has become obsolete. Its walls are crumbling, its colours are fading, it has no English medium of instruction, it can not boast of computer labs, it does not possess “an international school” tag and nobody wants it any more. Very soon labourers come (in the form of “yama dhutas”) to demolish the building and soon a concrete and glass structure is erupted there, giving the village a tag of “progress”!
If this is progress, I would rather be a fossil lying low peacefully :))
namaste
latha vidyaranya
