SRV 1 - the beginning

SRV Boys higher secondary school, rasipuram namakkal Dt. a school which has 90% of people from other places distant which makes it more of a residential school. Though renowned all over the state for state ranks and toppers, personally, when it came to the academics part, choosing SRV as highschool was the greatest blunder of my lifetime.. I would definitely got a lot more than what I actually got there if I had studied even in a normal school in Chennai ..that too my precious 11th and 12th grades were totally down.. But I got something which no chennai student wouldve got.. Experience.

    There were students from even the remote part of the state, the dialects, way they mingled, their views.. It was then I realised that there was a whole world out there.. It was in SRV i found that English teachers, teach English in Tamil.. Maths can be mugged and spit out in class, you talk utter nonsense irrelevant of the subject and they call you a teacher..I wont blame the whole faculty, but there were a very few teachers, who inspired me though.. but it was just me, as all the rest of them were doing great as well as their academics were concerned.. Coming from a CBSE background I had no idea about the Matriculation curriculum. It was only after staring at the First Physics test that I realised, they had one mark questions in Matric question papers!   

   Academics apart, the school was situated out in the remote part of a neighbouring village.. rasipuram. the scenery and infrastructure was amazing and not to be complained of. It was simply the best ( atleast of what i had seen till then). 25 acres of vast land with a majestic school building at the centre, surrounded by three hostels. a mess and a store were at the background.

 But everything was just an illusion for the parents who feel relieved and satisfied that their son is studying in a prestigious institution.. If not for the friends you make there, SRV was truly a hell.. demons disguised as wardens, a doctor who prescibes medicines for fever, without even touching you,.. maggi with white chutney on fridays,(well.. there was sauce but this was better).. the great rush for mushrooms on saturday night.. time-limit phone calls that didnt even let you say good bye to your mom and dad.. no usage of electrical equipments whatsoever.. no magazines or books of anykind unless it is your Text books.. 7am to 7pm work schedule with tests on morning and evening.. fighting and banging doors for bathrooms and toilets.. sunday morning bread that feels rock-hard.. and to top it all, a barber who knows knows nothing but to shave your head totally and practices his art of hair cutting,leaving your hair in patches,for which you have to wait in a long line..

  It would be a real long story to write so i thought of splitting it up into parts.. and yup.. its quite fun to think those days, rather than being there actually..