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Nostalgia : A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of
the past.
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One day in June of 1982, my parents held my hands and took me to a place. I don't remember that day..... neither do I remember what went on in my mind then. I guess, I would have thought that mom was taking me to another playground, or maybe to another place to meet new friends (for her). I could have wondered why I was wearing a new dress, new shoes, things the kind I have never worn before, just to go to this place. But when I went to play, she always dressed me in the rougher clothes, and I always wore hawai slippers.... and I never had a bag..... and... and....
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I wonder now, this June, when a 3 year old kid enters this place, would he know this is where he is going to meet his first friends, his mentors, his competitors, and equally so, his first enemies? Or would he know, that he was going to be here for the next 12 to 14 years of his life? Would he ever have an idea of how many rods would have to be spent on moulding his shape? And how different he would be talking when 5 years from now he would be talking of things he does not even know exist? He is old enough to be my son...... and how wonderful it is that the cycle of life has to repeat itself.....! I would have underwent the same feelings two decades ago!
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My parents say, that I cried for the first week when it was time to leave the warm confines of home to go to that place, for there were too many strangers with names I hadn't heard before, notebooks that should not be torn anymore, school bell that was different from my door bell, everyone wearing the dress I was wearing, sing songs that I didn't know. My parents say, once I started making friends, I started going to school happily and came home to tell them the events that made headlines at class.
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Welcome back friends... It has been long since we met and we have travelled different paths. We have taken different roles in society, and have families that we are responsible for. We are in different corners of the earth, and talk stuff which each other does not understand. Our decisions affect corporate offices to the tunes of millions of dollars. And yet, we all began at the same place. At the same dot. At the same point on the slate. A clear slate.... RSK.
All these days, we would have often got reminded of our school days and events. For some of us, those days were the most enjoyable ones. And for some, it would be the least. People we trusted and whom we fought with, teachers who touched our lives and became our role models, teachers who believed in sparing the rod and spoiling the child, and teachers we chose to hate because they believed in the previous thought, events that stood us victories and even events we stand to regret today. They etched a mark in our hearts, would linger as cherished memories in our minds till we forget to breathe. Welcome to the place where Moments become Memories.... and memories become moments again.....Welcome home... welcome to RSK Alumni, Batch of 1996.
This website aims to act as a meeting-point on the Internet for those who belonged to 1996 batch. We will try to keep you updated with the latest from School and also from your schoolmates. If you belong to the batch of 1996 (even if you had to leave the school before 1996), please subscribe to our YahooGroups. This website would be full of colors, to represent our school days. We will repaint the memories with colors.
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