Miss Confused's Diary

I was totally wrong, completely false and thus completely floored. Today the treatment and fanfare we received was far from I could have expected. Though there was no song, no dance (anyway who wants such crap on such gloriously important a day), yet the overwhelmingly warm speech by Princi, (aka "the Principal"), Sheila Ma’am (our English teacher, who knows my true worth), and of course the XIth class and fellow XIIth class students, touched my heart like the touch of a "parasmani", the alchemist's stone. The very heartening thoughts, the exceptional expectations and the heart rendering moments; the last minute photo shoots, the dabang glasses and the wearer’s girlfriends; the roaming about in the corridor for teacher’s errands, oh God! I will miss this school wholeheartedly. Today we lighted the candles of our lives. Our candles were all flickering in the gusty wind, but I would like to quote my favourite madam’s thoughts here: “the flickering candl

Tomorrow, my school and I will formally bid each other a farewell, a supposed farewell. Its so strange, that the school which never left me alone, traumatised me with endless reams of homework, brought a smile on my face, made me laugh voraciously, made me cry with an equal ease, is now calling me to end this relationship, formally. Sadly there is no fanfare around, no formal farewell, all we will be given is some string of last minute advice for the upcoming board exam, our admit card, rather our exit card from school, and that's it.Nothing more, nothing less, just that much. It feels quite sad that we will not treated well tomorrow. All we will get is advice, advice and advice, nothing else. As if the school is heaving a sigh of relief by bidding us goodbye, as if they are happy and relieved that we are going away from the school. Maybe this batch was a troublesome lot. Maybe we have not given them a single reason to smile, let alone a reason to laugh. Our teachers are perhaps