A name - a culture

This time on my hometown visit I got the opportunity to revisit my school. The place where I spent a good deal of my formative years. I cannot call it the best days of my life, but it surely paved way for my best days, gave me that integrity and morality of a young man!

My school:
It is a name which makes many a parent proud…
A name which makes many a student the best and the worthiest in town…
A name which gives many a quizzers and debaters a chill down the spine…
A name which gives many a sports enthusiasts a shudder…
A name which we have always shouted and chanted with the head held high and chest undaunted…
And beyond all that, it is a culture that its bearers kindled with utmost care and perfection...
Loyola School…mine and many others formative grounds…

I cannot write anything more about that place. Because no words or aphorisms or adjectives can describe the charm of that place. Nothing can do justice to the valor and the undying spirit which it has instilled in all of us.

This post is dedicated to all my people who have been there and who are still there, felt the place, saw the people, argued, played, fought, debated, sang, danced, abused, studied, had fun, loved and lived together for a given period…blessed are those!