Oops!! Sorry!! I forgot to mention the school's name. My gigantic and most renowned school is known as St. Joseph's School. It is located in the beautiful hills of Darjeeling, India. Another name given to the school is"NP" which refers to "North Point" and thats why we proudly call ourselves"Pointers" or "Josephites". The school was built by the British people during their rule in India - it still stands strong and is educating hundreds of students. The school is run by Fathers (missionaries).

During our time, Father Forestell was the Principal of the school and he was one cool guy. And there was Father Coffee and he had a special taste of coffee pronunciation which no one had tasted; we just couldn't understand his language and mind you, it was English. Another father known to the boys as the "Strap Master" was one who made us quiver to his tunes. He was deadly and I tell you once again, deadly. I just can't remember the number of straps I got on my bottom - just can't count on my fingers, it was painful. Ouch!! It still hurts when I remember it. But when I think it over(now) and realize, it was for the betterment of all the students - it made us realize our mistakes and taught to accept it. It has helped me to be a fuller person. Mr. Cutino, our English teacher was a fine teacher and some of his advices are still working on me. We used to call him "Cattu" (Sorry Sir, if you are reading this). Mr. John West was one we used to fear and we used to call him "Johnny boy". And there was our all time favorite, Mr. Home Bahadur - his unbeliveable tales just drove us wandering. Mr. Patrick Hallis and late Mr. Lafever(sorry for the spelling) were two favorite teachers among the boys. There were other teachers and if I start on each of them then god knows - I'm gonna have a whole novel. But one thing I can and would like to mention is that we got the best teachers and we are proud of getting educated by them.

I was a dayscholar and I used to take lunch from home in a lunch box, but to my everyday astonishment, the lunch used to vanish mysteriously even before lunch time. I even had a fight with one of the guys and broke one of my fingers. This vanishing lunch episode was an unavoidable everyday incident and there was nothing I could do about it. Then out of my poor "no lunch situation" I had to join the gang and started the mischief myself on other's lunches. When I look back, it makes me laugh - those were the days, the days of glory, just wild and free. And look at me now, full of responsibilities and tensions. None of my classmates are with me now; they are working in different parts of the world. I am glad for I still keep in touch with them, either through e-mails or chat. Thanks to technology.

A spirit known as"NP Spirit" has engraved deep inside every pointer's heart and the feeling is just incredible. I thank all the teaching and non-teaching staff for providing us such a beautiful opportunity which enabled us to recognize ourselves.