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The day Miss Lutter, our founder Principal, taught us a magic of the word “Thank you.” Rarely if ever do we acknowledge, taking them for granted, those who help us in our daily chores.
The school bus driver who brought us to school was one such person. The man had been doing his duty day in and day out and we as passengers took no notice of him – nor he of us - until the day Miss Lutter told us to use the magic word Thank You – and it did have magic. It affected him and us girls in a very positive manner.
In her own quiet way Miss Lutter had taught us the art of expressing appreciation.
To this day I remember to thank whoever gives me a helping hand especially those who do the thankless routine jobs!
I for ever shall remember the day when Miss Lutter taught us the value of the world “Thank You”

Thank you Miss Lutter
JANE HIMMETH SINGH ’55
 
The two week long excursion to Ajanta/Ellora on which we visited nearly one and half dozen places including Agra, Bhopal, Sanchi, Bombay for a measly Rs. 200/- when two second class bogies served as our big caravan homes throughout – a style a traveling which was fun and adventure and a cost which all could afford!

The nourishing and rejuvenating cup of coffee with delicious snacks sent to Indira Bhavan Hostel during Senior Cambridge Examinations we all believed they were straight from Miss Emma’s kitchen so that we could keep awake and study for that extra hour after dinner. It is a different matter that some of us asked to be woken up so that having enjoyed the cup of coffee and snacks we could go back to sleep.
MANINDRA KAPOOR ‘62
 
Small things leave big impact, when we were in p2 or p3, one day in assembly saw two apples lying on Miss Lutter's table. Our little minds wondered what those apples were doing there when one Jija came and asked Miss Lutter 'can I have an apple ?' 'no you cannot' Miss Lutter denied vehemently. Soon another Jija came and said' Miss Lutter , please may i have an apple?' 'yes you may' said Miss Lutter. This is how she taught us the difference between asking and requesting.

…. I’m so proud of MGD school and all memories, most of which are still so vivid in my mind, even little happenings, as if like a picture where we are still running after the butterflies in the rose garden.”
……I still feel extremely attached to Miss Lutter, teachers, even the building, my pals my juniors and seniors, all those I knew, even the old staff. I’ll never ever forget those days. It’s very difficult to express my deep rooted love for my school in words.
Memories of MGD will always be treasured in my heart.
Pranati Lunia nee Golecha 1972.
 
Oh! What a day it was! Diamond Jubilee. Over Sixty years, faces may have wrinkled, bodies may have bloated, hair may have peppered but the hearts of all the Ex.-MGDians were still young fLuttering, thumping with such abandon! It was a picture worth freezing, framing and preserving as a still!! It was “back to school” for over 500 Ex-MGDians. It was such a memorable reunion and the icing on the cake was provided by the ‘Ex-MGD Teachers’ and the NRI MGD birds’ who flew in over seven seas to roost at the MGD nest!! All the hugs embraces, kisses and heart beats cannot express the happiness and pangs of thrill of meeting each over after so long! There were outburst of laughter and shrieks on recognizing long-lost friends. It is so truly said, “Love is an Ocean of Emotions.”
Ms. PRABHA KISHORE
nee AWASTHI ‘68
 
While on flight from Bombay to Jaipur for Diamond Jubilee celebration we were talking of our memories of MGD when suddenly a voice from behind said – “are you from MGD?” Turned out even she was an MGDian going for the celebrations. We had never met before but we bonded as if we knew each other for a long time.

For me, as soon as I stepped inside the school premises, it was like a time warp, being transported back when I was in school uniform. The memories just flowed non-stop as one walked around. It was magic! We all become like giggle school girls while taking a tour of the school. At one point when we saw the coolers in the hostel’s, we were envious of the current luxury, but as an after thought we all said nah… in unison. We had it good and no regrets. Some things were just the same, as we remembered. But what we seemed to Miss. (I can speak of the 70’s and probably the earlier batches) was Miss Lutter was has made MGD what it is today, of course Miss Emma too. How we used wait for her to cook up a Western meal!

The festivities were in full form. Everyone, giving bear hugs. Screaming with joy at meeting some after 30 years. Meeting up with the teachers of our era was even more exciting. Reminding them Miss you know… On seeing, Rajmata Sahiba still as graceful as ever. My memory of her in flashback, when she came to school in the morning straight from riding, in breaches and boots walking around talking to us. Those were the days.

For 3 days and nights it was constant chat of old times, bonding was instant even though we were meeting straight after school. Everyone was still a true MGDian at heart
Priti Chandriani ‘72
 
WHEN THE CLOCK TURNED AROUND
One had to believe the sheer energy, enthusiasm and exhilaration which were palpable at the Diamond Jubilee Celebrations of dear MGD and specially the ‘Ball’ on the 20th December night with the diamond and glitter theme which bedazzled all present that night and Lunch at the Jaimahal Hotel on the 21st December; with vibrant colored sarees of Lehariyas, Bandhnies and Mothras, the ethnic Rajasthan theme brought alive 60 glorious years spent together with laughter and tears.
DAMAYANTI SINGH ‘73
 
SEPIA MEMORIES
When I sang Yadain at the Golden Jubilee function on the 28th January 1994, I am told that there were many “moist eyes” and “lumps in the throat”; but when I was practicing I saw tears streaming down the cheeks of one of the present student. For me it was an unforgettable experience for it transported one back in time, to the year 1949 when my cousin Indira Kotah and I had just joined MGD
KAMLA KUMARI
 
Exactly twenty-five years ago, I remember being up on the front school terrace with Anju Jain, the Head girl and Cetna Shah, the Vice President of the School council for the ritual flag hoisting ceremony on the 26th of January. Shivering both due to the biting cold and the excitement of being on the terrace by ourselves in an area normally out of bounds, there is a moment in time frozen in my memory. As the flag was unfurled to the rousing notes of the bugle, I found myself looking squarely feeling totally invincible. Now that I look back, I think that arrogance at sixteen came from the confidence instilled by the years at MGD and the exhilaration of believing we were the best. Standing at that height, nothing seemed impossible and the world really did seem to lie at our feet.
Wrote in Jan’98 MALA PANDE ‘72
 
VIEWS
Ms. Bunty Kumari (1963) Bharatpur finds that the newsletter transports her “back in time to those happy days spent in MGD”

Ms. Kumkum Sen (nee Singha, 1972) from New Delhi thinks it was ‘a wonderful success’ and writes further. “I as an old girl had a super time… The MGD. Spirit was very much prevalent in all the function! Thanks Kamala Jija for the very brilliant and original song that brought tears to our eyes with all its nostalgic memories…

Ms. Menaka Singh (1981) who teaches Geography at Maharaja Sawai Man Singh Vidyalaya writes: “Being at MGD again to celebrate the Golden Jubilee was fun!” The whole event was a great combination of nostalgia and revelry. So many MGDians.

There were moments of laughter and hilarity, some of serious business. There was singing and dancing and clapping and shouting and of course, reminiscing. There were the quiet, thoughtful moment-when we paid homage to the person who breathed life into a great idea – Miss Lutter.

“Thanks to every person who healed to make the occasion so enjoyable”.

Ms. Soma Soral (1987) who is studying computers at NIIT sums up her feelings as “golden memories and silver tears.” She feels that the Golden Jubilee celebrations gave her “a chance to relive my schooldays.” She goes on to add, “My fondest memories of the celebrations are the endless amount of work all of us put in the make it a success.

I REMEMBER …….
The brilliance of the glorious days I spent in MGD will never grow dim with me. How can I ever forget even one of those special assemblies and functions held every now and then.
ADITI ARYA ‘91
 
I Remember
A ‘Holiday’ that was not
The announcement at breakfast on 11th January, 1966 stunned us! Our beloved Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri had passed away suddenly in Tashkent, USSR. We went back to the hostel and to occupy our free time, decided to write home. All of us, of course began our letters with.
‘We have a holiday today because….’ After tea we were asked to assemble in the hall. Miss Lutter patently explained that ‘holiday’ was formed as a combination of two words, ‘holy’ and ‘day’, so a day on which we lose someone cannot be called a holiday. We then amended our letters and wrote – “The school remained closed today because…’
In the years since, I’ve come across a lot of people who commit the same error and I’ve always repeated this incident from my childhood.
RITA NAYYAR ‘70
 
VIEWS
“I was in Delhi after my father’s passing away, grieving his loss with the other members of my family. During that week I received a letter from school, signed, Mrs. G.D. Bakshi and the MGD family’
I suddenly felt very strong and wanted. A whole new strength was sharing my sorrow and a felt comforted. What a wonderful gesture.”
We are glad we could give you a feeling of being wanted!
Aparna Bhatnagar (1992) from Jaipur
 
“I have enjoyed the guild newsletter immensely – keep up the good work. It is also a great way of keeping in touch with the other members of the guild. I specially like reading, the I remember column. It brings back so many happy memories of those days…. days which will always hold a special place in my heart
Ms. Dharmendar Kanwar (nee Singh)
 
I recall my school days in a series of photo-freezes. In Nursery Miss Harding was our class teacher. We sat on a large cotton duree and Dhani Bai & Kamla Bai used to ensure that every afternoon really tiny mattresses & pillows were unrolled for our nap. I eventually learned to position my mattress so that I could peep under the partition that divided our class from the KG Jijas.
Miss Emma subsequently referred to me all through my school day as “Little Red Indian” – (she still does when we meet).
During the final phase of my P.H.D. work, there was a day when my thesis seemed complete but I felt something was Missing. I wandered around the streets of Cambridge feeling really low & depressed unsure whether I should hand in a piece of work I was not satisfied about. Then, faintly at first, I heard a group of ‘buskers’ playing a familiar tune. It was “I would be True.” Suddenly I felt as if all of MGD was with me.
RIMA HOOJA 1972
 
Sometimes when I sit back & reflect, school seems to have been one long holiday, which come to an abrupt end – too soon.
Just the other day, while looking for something, I chanced upon my school dupatta. As I wistfully enfolded it, a melancholic yet entrancing ambience seemed to surround me. My eyes were brimming with tears as I sank into a reverie.
We would spend hours – wetting and setting & ironing to make the perfect pleated dupatta – The pride of every MGDian (especially when we went out to represent MGD in competitions). I remember by the end of the school fetes our dupattas would have tasted every sumptuous and not so sumptuous item that we had! And that they would be absolutely drenched and lumpy. Hours of hard work washed with coke!
As I slowly folded my dupatta captivating within countless priceless memories, I realized that the acute sense of loss that I felt hid beneath itself the moot precious lessons and moments of my life.
Divya Datt (1994 batch)
 
I Remember
Often when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood MGD flashes upon the inward eye which is the bliss of solitude’.
- With apologies to Willian Wordsworth.
These words from ‘The Daffodils’ ring so true where MGD is concerned. My most ebullient, vulnerable and impressionable age was spent in MGD (1965-1967) – three year to be precise.
NEERA SURI (1965-1967)
 
“Years spent in MGD was the best time of my life. The family atmosphere, the respect for Indian culture, the secular ideas made MGD different and special”. Says Miss Gupta. “The functions – Holi, Investiture and Passing Out ceremonies, all meant so much.
Miss Lutter was a perfectionist, a gifted educationist and a caring mother. Her trust and affection bound me to the school and made me stay. However, with changing times there have been many changes – not always for the better.
“To me MGD means Miss Lutter and I am very proud of my students. I still do not feel I have felt – a big slice of MGD remains with me. The school pledge – Our utmost for the Highest’, the prayers, traditions and conventions are part of my life. I feel very happy to hear of the achievements of the MGD students. I wish all the best to the MGD family.
Miss H Gupta
Chemistry teacher after retirement
 
I REMEMBER………
While going down the memory lane. I remember one episode with great nostalgia. One such episode, which I would like to share with you all, took place just before the Cambridge Examinations in November 1957.

My father had gone to Pondicherry for a new appointment and mother too had to leave Jaipur. We two sisters and our Alsatian ‘Pupsie’ were left behind with Chandralekha Gupta’s (Cheenu’s) family.

Suddenly, I realized that Pupsie was Missing. I called out of her all over the house but to no avail. I went out on the road. It had grown dark and I was frantic. Wild with worry, I ran helter-skelter, into lanes and by lanes, calling out to Pupsie all the time till I reached the end of the road and saw Miss Lutter’s house. Desperate, I ran to her for help. She was the ‘port’ in my storm.

Miss Lutter was sitting with a book at a small table waiting for dinner. Seeing her tears welled up in my eyes. Struggling to keep them back, I chokingly poured out my tale of woe. As was her wont, she made me sit and pacified me. Then she summoned her Man Sher Singh, and we all set out in her car. In retrospect, we made a funny trio, Miss Lutter at the wheel, Sher Singh beaming his torch at every passing dog and I calling out to Pupsie.

M.G.D. then had only a few day-scholars, Miss Lutter made it her business to know them, their parents and families personally. She knew we had recently changed residence. She expected Pupsie to have reached our previous house in the Medical College Campus and took me there. Sure enough, there was Pupsie-chain and all-waiting behind the gate.

After so many years have elapsed since this happened but it is still fresh in my mind. Not many teachers even in those days would go out of their way to help child in distress.
Gita Nashine
(nee Goyal. 1957)
 
I REMEMBER………
Going down memory lane, brings back nostalgic moments of my days at dear M.G.D. It brings a smile upon my lips! We were the 1958 batch- the naughty batch as Miss Meenakshi called us – and rightly so, as we were all, always up to new pranks!

I remember an incident. Every November the St. Xavier boys used to come to M.G.D. on their bikes to give their senior Cambridge exams. Two of our batch girls – I won’t mention names – took out air from the bicycle tires of all the boys! Miss Lutter was quite angry and the whole class was punished and locked inside our classroom, with Chand and Govindi Bai as our constables! The whole school went for a fete to St. Xavier’s but we were not allowed to go!

We did not mind it so much, we sword fenced with our rulers on top of our desks and imitated king Arthur and knights! After that we did the rock ‘N’ roll and sang songs at the top of our voice as no one was in school! Soon we quieted down just in time for all to return.
We sat down reading “King Henry V” with innocent faces and a puckish smile hiding beneath the corners of our mouths! Those were the good old days…….
By Manju Kumari (B. Singh)
1958-1959.
 
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