Sigh ,it's a girls life. Prancing in my dancing shoes all day, i would repeat this phrase every minute every day of my school life.The majority of which was spent in La Martiniere ,Calcutta. It means the line of martinians and is a reference to Claude Martin our generous french benefactor. We hailed his name in our school song. Even today, i hail his name for making my girlhood days so delicious.
Many may wonder at this word.Is it appropriate to term the experience of schooling as delicious? But the flavors of my school is the first thing i remember. First , the tinkling of the matrons' bell as we arose in the morning. As we thundered down a spiral staircase to the dining hall the fresh smell of waffles, sandwiches , fried eggs would greet us.
Breakfast was gobbled , chewed upon and splattered as we dug in to delicious home made jam. One little Anglo-Indian lady would make the jams for us.what is school life without home made jam eaten with big spoons on large slices of home made bread? I had just entered my teens and my mother would restrict sweets.
But in school we were encouraged to eat. Pimples notwithstanding, we ate jams,jellies, candy to our heart's content.I really pity the girls on television who hide their faces because there is a pimple on it. I salute the martinian temper where woman power was celebrated and we grew up imagining ourselves far superior to the boys who attended the boys school ,just across the road.
Founders' day was full of the same gusto for food. A day before we were treated to the most fragrant biryani. It used to be cooked in the premises.As a result the boarders would be taking a peek every now and then. We would report every spice that found its way in the pots to our day scholar pals.
Finally the biryani day would come and fill us with a beautiful aroma.We were proud to be martinians.
Founders day lunch was always special. Continental style preparations gave us an insight of a culture which seemed different from our homes. The flavors were,sometimes, really exotic.This whetted our appetite for school. I think this factor is really significant. Should the flavors of school be delectable enough to attract students? i hope the answer is a overwhelming YES
Many may wonder at this word.Is it appropriate to term the experience of schooling as delicious? But the flavors of my school is the first thing i remember. First , the tinkling of the matrons' bell as we arose in the morning. As we thundered down a spiral staircase to the dining hall the fresh smell of waffles, sandwiches , fried eggs would greet us.
Breakfast was gobbled , chewed upon and splattered as we dug in to delicious home made jam. One little Anglo-Indian lady would make the jams for us.what is school life without home made jam eaten with big spoons on large slices of home made bread? I had just entered my teens and my mother would restrict sweets.
But in school we were encouraged to eat. Pimples notwithstanding, we ate jams,jellies, candy to our heart's content.I really pity the girls on television who hide their faces because there is a pimple on it. I salute the martinian temper where woman power was celebrated and we grew up imagining ourselves far superior to the boys who attended the boys school ,just across the road.
Founders' day was full of the same gusto for food. A day before we were treated to the most fragrant biryani. It used to be cooked in the premises.As a result the boarders would be taking a peek every now and then. We would report every spice that found its way in the pots to our day scholar pals.
Finally the biryani day would come and fill us with a beautiful aroma.We were proud to be martinians.
Founders day lunch was always special. Continental style preparations gave us an insight of a culture which seemed different from our homes. The flavors were,sometimes, really exotic.This whetted our appetite for school. I think this factor is really significant. Should the flavors of school be delectable enough to attract students? i hope the answer is a overwhelming YES
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