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My School

I love my school.

Though it is changing colours.



The green is changing.  Into cream.

And I know

it will change soon from cream to some other colour
the colour of the Hegemon

The process is under way

The gate looks like a prison


BLACK

Are we keeping students out with all that black?

I wonder.


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  1. mandakolathurJanuary 24, 2013 at 9:21 PM

    The gates, the watch tower with gunmen sporting AK-47. OUCH! Really hurts.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 25, 2013 at 5:46 PM

      Our security personnel actually don't carry an AK-47; but they were invested with certain powers which were later rescinded.

      While the new cream colour is ok, the change in the colours of the wall and the gate is rather atrocious.

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  2. PanchaliJanuary 24, 2013 at 11:54 PM

    It's easy to relate to the emotions here. In Kolkata also, colors are rapidly changing from red to Mamata Banerjee's favorite color - azure..!Crazy~

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 25, 2013 at 5:47 PM

      Exactly, Panchali, more than the colours themselves, what actually matter are the undertones.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 25, 2013 at 8:52 AM

    It is sad to see this happen. Sadder still that it is in education. Nothing remains the same. I have seen this happen to organizations I have built from scratch, built on conviction, but I was powerless when it began to change, perhaps for the greater good, I do not know. I only know that it set me free to do what I needed to do at that time. If it had not changed, I too would have remained closeted. Best wishes, Tomichan.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 25, 2013 at 5:48 PM

      Perhaps, Subhorup, perhaps for the greater good. I'm ready to keep that open mind.

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  4. Woman'n'BeyondJanuary 25, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    The gate actually look like a prison gate. Keeping out the children will still do, imagine what children inside would feel like!!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 25, 2013 at 5:49 PM

      In fact, I just checked out the gates of Tihar jail on a website. They look far more colourful and welcoming!

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  5. TTTJanuary 25, 2013 at 8:26 PM

    would anyone student be able to bunk classes , jump across these walls and go for a movie ? thats one of the best memories of my school days :D

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 26, 2013 at 12:31 PM

      The colours are a different matter, TTT. Colours can mean many things.

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  6. wingsJanuary 25, 2013 at 10:31 PM

    Schools too camouflage!

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  7. AmitAagJanuary 26, 2013 at 1:17 PM

    Black indeed!

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  8. Puru@ShadowsGaloreJanuary 26, 2013 at 5:27 PM

    Well the school is on a main road so I guess some security is necessary.

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