By
There are magical words in everybody's life. Words that evoke deep emotion, fond memories, a sense of longing.
For me "Warananagar" is one such word. That word awakens me from the
slumber of my dull routine, it gives me an injection of fresh confidence; it
reminds me of my roots, the very foundation on which I stand today. Warananagar
is a small town in
I landed in Warananagar at the age of 9 years. I still
vividly remember that day. We traveled by bus from Mumbai and reached
Warananagar after a long overnight journey of 12 hours and the bus stopped in
Warananagar at about 11am. When we got out we realized we had stopped right in
front of a school. There were a few hundred boys and girls standing in front of
a building in neat lines facing the school. They were apparently saying the morning prayer and the school was just about to begin after
that. Some of them looked around to steal a look at 'who on earth had arrived'
by this bus. I think my mother said -
The walk from the bus-stop to where we were staying was a pleasant surprise. It was a beautiful tree-lined divided street with neatly built houses on both sides. The town was extremely quiet and clean. The breeze was cool and refreshing. I was won over by this place on the very first day. I was ready for this big change in my life - a new town, new school, new teachers, and new friends hopefully.
A still bigger change was to occur for me, for all of us in the school. One day, a few months after my arrival, the entire school was herded to the nearby Shastri Hall and we were made to sit in long lines - one for every class. We had heard rumors that there was to be a new school principal and he wanted to meet us. So, we sat there watching the stage expecting some action there - introductions and speeches. Instead, to our surprise, we saw a handsome, fair looking, and well-dressed man walking down each line talking to each student. Very soon he reached me and asked me my name etc. We were all completely flabbergasted by this unexpected face to face dialog with the new principal. He looked too handsome, too nice, too foreign to talk to us small town boys and girls with such interest. It seemed like a revolution. And it indeed was.
For me, what followed was 5 years of an incredible schooling
experience. The new principal was Sam Mahableshwerwalla - we all came to know
him simply as "Praachaarya" - pronounced pra (as in