Chaos took over the dormitory as the final wake up alarm rang at 5:15 sharp. An old bell hung outside the large TV room, which made a high pitch sound at 5:00, followed by second alarm at 5:10 just before the final call.
Dorm keepers, ladies in their forties, were assigned the job of sending the students to the field. "Bhaiya ji utho" they would shout, in a pitch so high that could nearly draw blood from your ears.
After a few routine, the math was simple. It took us nearly nearly 5 minutes to change into a track suit, another 10 to brush our teeth (including 5 mins to reach and return from washroom). A 10 minutes buffer to cover up for the lost time day dreaming.
By 5:30, everyone on the field standing in a neat queue, wearing a gray colored track suit, with blue stripes. Five to Six rounds across the campus were enough to pull the energy out of tiny lungs.
By the time the world was up, we got dressed in our school uniform. A clean light blue shirt and a navy blue trouser, which struggled to keep up with our growing height. A long wait in front of the mirror was common. No! it was a boys dormitory, but there were girls to be impressed in the school.
Before we walked towards the school, the Dorm leader, who was selected by the dorm in-charge, would lead the assembly followed by a short morning prayer.
Then, in a queue we marched towards the school with full of hopes. Too young to calculate the practicality of dreams, but honest and strong enough to make them real...
to be continued...
Dorm keepers, ladies in their forties, were assigned the job of sending the students to the field. "Bhaiya ji utho" they would shout, in a pitch so high that could nearly draw blood from your ears.
After a few routine, the math was simple. It took us nearly nearly 5 minutes to change into a track suit, another 10 to brush our teeth (including 5 mins to reach and return from washroom). A 10 minutes buffer to cover up for the lost time day dreaming.
By 5:30, everyone on the field standing in a neat queue, wearing a gray colored track suit, with blue stripes. Five to Six rounds across the campus were enough to pull the energy out of tiny lungs.
By the time the world was up, we got dressed in our school uniform. A clean light blue shirt and a navy blue trouser, which struggled to keep up with our growing height. A long wait in front of the mirror was common. No! it was a boys dormitory, but there were girls to be impressed in the school.
Before we walked towards the school, the Dorm leader, who was selected by the dorm in-charge, would lead the assembly followed by a short morning prayer.
Then, in a queue we marched towards the school with full of hopes. Too young to calculate the practicality of dreams, but honest and strong enough to make them real...
to be continued...