The aayahs' were in charge of the children. Be it serving sandwiches, tending our cuts and bruises or cleaning us up after we puked, they were our unofficial grandmothers. They shared a good rapport with the teachers. The teachers were among the best in their field. Some were strict, some were easy going; but they never compromised on the quality of teaching. Even children with special needs were admitted to the school. They were given enough room, space, support and were never discriminated. I am one of them. Never was my stammer made fun of by friends or bullys'. The teachers ensured this and today, i speak confidently in public.
We did have a music teacher. The good man used to look like Santa Claus in jeans and a shirt. Our tune was definitely out of sync and sounded like the Devil's Choir. But the man of God ensured that we got it right. That's how our Christmas carols were polished and made presentable to our parents. I believe the stage still stands where the functions used to be held. I even had the honor of hosting one such event.
Some of the teachers were Anglo-Indians. Their accent of Kannada used to send the class in peels of laughter. The art and craft lessons, the computer lessons, getting scolded for stealing the rolling ball of the mouse, sticking gum underneath the desk; all these made our days truly memorable. The library had an amazing collection of books, from where i received the gift of reading.
We looked forward to returning to school after summer vacations, especially when we had to go to a higher section. We could boast about being seniors. The teachers welcomed us with open arms, and once the bell rang, we rushed out, screaming and kicking to our cycles, autos and tongas.
We did have our personal share of sorrows. Lost friends and classmates were mourned by the entire school. They will always hold a special place in our hearts.
The last day i left the school, i never knew it would be the end of a journey. The last time i heard the bell ring, i did not know i will not be returning. Sometimes i wish i never grew up. If i had the chance to be a kid again, i would definitely go back to Ideal Jawa Rotary School.
