An amazing place called TVS...

My school life in TVS started from my 3rd standard . Thrilled was i when i joined this school, Such a big campus, teachers who were more like friends, no restrictions, equal attention given for co-curricular activities.

Wow as i pen down my thoughts, i am taken back into those days where we used to take the school bus, the excitement on reaching school before the other bus reaches. (Now i guess there are more than 10 buses) whoa... way to go people.. the corridor plays before the class started, how many of you skated with your shoes and had races with the guys... i have people.. typical of me... the class tests, the section fights between the guys, the key word test our history mam used to give (I used to be her pet too), the drawing class in the craft hall, our french classes taken by our principal, CCA, Friday assembly, Volley ball classes, bunking classes for dance practise, Fortnight Test with five subjects on the same day, no bunking classes the previous day of the fortnight test, awaiting new joiners every year, the post lunch coconut burfi fight, cycle stand talks, bus stand talks, talks talks talks.. phewwwwww.. lots lots lots to write.. Dont you even give that finally-we-escaped-smile... There are very few schools where the students are given freedom to express their thoughts, to play around, to bring out talents. And mine was one toooo....

Every year we used to have fire crackers being burst by some mysterious, whacky, intelligent guys in some empty class room, or near the staircases when our classes are going on. Come on don't give me that look, what do you call them when you can't even find who had done it. When you go to that place you can find different means they had used to burst it, but all well planned. Our classes will be half way and teachers would have gone to investigate.. and whoaa.. we are freee... Every year during the board exams, we had always topped the state. Just makes me so so so proud to have studied there. Ok dont ask me now.. All the teachers had always been friendly, which makes me wonder had i ever been afraid of my teachers.. well the answer is.. naaaaaaaa.... but we did hold enough respect for them though...

Whenever we had a family get together, we used to have fights amongst cousins on whose school was the best... So much to talk about our school... What makes it more special is the Alumini we have in our school. Though its been years that I completed school.. the moment someone is gonna say LOSA that lits up a light in my eye. Meeting up with old friends and conducting a three day meet and organising competitions between the schools of the current generation, is no joke. It brings us back together, collecting funds, organising things, sticking posters during midnight and sitting in your old class, your labs I tell you... gives me goosebumps now. No jokes, it always brings in wonderful memories as the saying goes.. Memories have wonderful ways of bringing back favourite yesterdays.. and my school days always remain my favourite yesterdays...

As we always say, to whichever part of the world you go.. you end up meeting a person who had studied in TVS.... I can write on and on about my school.. but naaah.. sometime later... I will be back...