Oh dear Discipline,
The alter ego of my alma mater
The pride on our sleeves
Where have you disappeared to?
It's been long we last had a rendezvous
Do you still remember those days?
When you and us, had some problems
The bumps on heads and red cheeks
The battered and bruised butt cheeks
Trust me oh Discipline
We bear no grudge against you
You have made us and our school too
We hope you miss those days and us too
If yes, where are you hiding these days?
Your absence is manifest in every ways
We tried our best to find you this year again
But it seems we have been forsaken
Dormitories stank as the air lacked you
Songs played unabashed and loud too
As some cleaned themselves in full view
And the rooms and corridors lay unclean
Students went on with their usual chores
Oblivious to the ‘outsiders’ who had transgressed
The so-called seniors and their families
I heard frustrated murmurs and ignored homilies
I looked for cleanliness and found it missing
I looked for order in things but found haphazardness
I asked if they had been intimated about this day
That only partly explained their unpreparedness
I longingly looked for respect for seniors
Beneath the veneer of improved infrastructure
To yearn for all these without you in vicinity
Am I a luddite or is it my vanity?
Heartbroken and with a lump in my throat
I had almost given up my search
When I found you buried
On the walls of the school building
May you rest in peace!
My heart aches with the realization
I will have to say the same for SSB someday
Without ‘you’ can it survive for long?
PS: This is not a write-up in favour of ragging, but someone has to draw a line somewhere. Especially, for a military school.