"Values" endure, by definition. '1st in Proficiency... Congratulations. A regular late-comer to the class' remains inked in red by the charismatic (late) Miss Benson, our class teacher, on my Class 8th marks-sheet. The uncompromising remarks, if read discretely, speaks volumes of the high standards that the DMS-culture bred into each one of us!
Reading through the straight-from-the-heart recount of our school-days rendered by my classmates of DMS'83 Batch in such as-though-it-w...as-yesterday style has reaffirmed this overwhelming Truth: Be wherever we may, WE-the Batch of DMS'83 deep down in our hearts live, breathe and reminisce our school days like a Common Soul!
Throughout our schooling years 1977 through 1983, amidst the classes impregnated with countless memories that keep popping up like the evening stars, do-or-die spirited games, drama and music staging annual functions, elaborate 3-day sports functions half a km away in the DMS, RCE Campus, Debate and very seriously taken fancy dress competitions, what bonded us with a common trait was the Unmistakably Identifiable "DMS ETHOS" ! And it has remained so to this date, 30 years later as an inseparable part of our persona, wherever we may be.
Mr RC Mahapatra's 3 minutes concentration before the class (with his numbered flock of hairs swaying to the breeze from ceiling fans) as he taught Buddha's eight principles, abrupt slip of my tongue when I addressed Maths Ma'm as "Amma", mispronouncing the new topic mensuration, PA Celinema (Bio Ma'm)'s remark, "Saileja, you have drawn the nucleus as big as the onion itself", Sandhya (Maths and Class Teacher)'s question commencing with"A dishonest shopkeeper...", BB Nayak (English Grammar Sir)'s deep throated "Bird : Chirp", D Sahu (Geography Sir)'s profusely sweating forehead during his energetic full 40-minute lecture, our sneaking into Ms Benson's Beauty Box and getting caught by the exotic perfumes we'd experimented upon, Ms James (English Ma'm)'s curls dangling beside her 'english' cheeks as she lovingly imbibed roots precis writing into me, Locomotive-38, The Apple Tree Pomplex, I could go on endlessly...are our treasure of diamonds from those yonder times !
Each teacher of our school, in their unique demeanour have cast permanent impressions in our minds and hearts that we shall fondly remember with reverence for time immemorial.
Fact is that even thirty years later in the so-called National Capital and its mushroomed International-labelled schools, I dearly miss providing the DMS level all-round education to my children.
Whatever I am today as an IAF officer and whatever I shall be in years to come, I am proud that my core was cast in the DMS, Bhubanewar.
Long Live The DMS Fraternity!!
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Rajesh, you and Sipra must attempt to team up sometime in the future to create a 'DMS biography'. I can see that becoming a bestseller.
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