Back to school @75 --- Ritu gupta.1980

 The fun part of the reunion was going to the rose garden climbing on the slide....on the merry go around and of course my favorite swings back to being the carefree kids tat we were .....missed it all for so long.....
 
For those few moments we forgot that we were mother and grandmothers we were children once again.....

The other favorite part was going for the polo   match... Reliving our childhood trips to the polo ground and remembering all the rules and cheering for MGD... 

JANE H. SINGH (PRAFULLA KUMARI)

Head Girl Silver batch

Our 25th Reunion

There was a sense of elation as I walked in my coral Leheriya saree through the path to the Quiet Corner. It had been a long journey to get there.

The excitement started building up a year before our 25th year reunion in MGD. It was going to be the 75th year at MGD, even more special! What will we wear for our felicitation assembly, where will we stay, what will we do when we meet? Hundreds of questions were asked and answered over Whatsapp groups across time zones and cities. Committees were formed, Excel sheets pored over, details discussed over months, as the days to the reunion drew near.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach for weeks, as I realised I might not be able to make it. A month before it had seemed even more unlikely because of work commitments. How can you not come? I was asked repeatedly. And I agreed. How could I not be there? Fast forward to a week before. Everyone from Delhi had booked their flight tickets. I was still on the fence. Four days before the D-day, I finally booked my ticket, although on a separate flight. I would wing it somehow, I decided.

At the security gate while boarding the flight to Jaipur, I noticed a group of smart ladies chatting excitedly. Of course they were MGDians! As I introduced myself and chatted with the Jijas, I felt better. I was feeling a bit miffed at being all alone, away from my batch mates. They were sending all these pictures on Whatsapp at the other airport, while I was going through a bout of FOMO. As we took our seats on the aircraft, I saw some more familiar faces and said hello. The MGDians had taken over! I didn’t feel alone anymore. The countdown to the reunion had truly begun.

I checked into the hotel where we were staying and walked to the floor where most of our rooms were. The corridor was reminiscent of the sounds of our hostel. Whoops of joy and excited chattering greeted me as I tried hard to talk to everyone all at once!

Our reunion kicked off with our very own Batch party that night. Some of us were meeting after 25 years but it seemed like only yesterday when we left school teary eyed with promises to be in touch forever. We laughed, sang along to favourite songs and danced the night away.

The next few days were like a rollercoaster as the events of the 75th celebration started. The Polo match brought back memories of the time when we attended Polo as schoolgirls when Prince Charles and Princess Diana had visited. We were in our traditional best at the Sundowner as we watched the graceful Ghoomar performance of the decades and danced to the tunes of the DJ.

We were a sea of coral and pink at our felicitation assembly in school. I was amazed at our batch turnout. Everywhere I looked I saw coral that day. The Golden girls (as we called them), the 50 year batch jijas, were the very picture of elegance in their gold and maroon outfits. It was wonderful to meet with our beloved teachers and catch up with them after the assembly.

The Gala dinner was the grand end to a memorable few days. For most of us it was bittersweet as we were leaving the next morning. We had revisited our childhood together and now we would be going back into the real world. After the dinner, we didn’t want it to end – chatting away till the early hours of the morning in one of the hotel rooms.

As all good things come to an end, so did the  MGD 75th celebration. I brought back with me some wonderful memories- old stories that I had forgotten about, reconnected with old but never forgotten friends. What stood out for me, was the indomitable spirit and zest of the Jijas and my batch mates. Age is definitely just a number as far as Mgdians are concerned!

NIDHI RATHORE

Guild has talent -- Shivani Tewari 2013

In the fateful year of 2001, I stepped on a stage for the first time and I was very nervous. I feared that I might stop in the middle or go blank etc. But the opposite happened- and that was the magic of the MGD stage.

Years passed, and I was on the stage almost every alternate day. But, after I passed out of school in 2013, I missed that feeling of being on that stage.

I was doing theatre, dance what not. But, somewhere the touch of that stage remained. I waited and hoped that someday soon I will be back with a bang.

And it happened this year -at the Guilds'Got Talent. I recited two hindustani poems back to back with the same confidence, enthusiasm, courage and boldness.

I could feel an Mgdian turned poetess saying aloud in her heart ' Our utmost for the highest'.

Thank you MGD Guild for making this possible. You have no idea how much this means to all of us. Standing and singing the school song once again, was literally 'Shout till the rafters ring...'.

I am honoured and blessed to have been a part of such a memorable evening. I look forward to many more jijas'.

JANE H. SINGH (PRAFULLA KUMARI)

Our artist.@75 DIARY --- Ghazal Qadri


The best part of it was the obsession for the diaries from alumni as well as the MGDians currently enrolled. I would receive personal messages expressing therein the love for Jija and me for designing and expressing our experiences in MGD in the form of a package!
Kudos to Jija's initiative and visions! Thanks to her for providing me an opportunity to assist her and be a part of her noble mission!  <br style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: " segoe="" ui",="" "lucida="" grande",="" sans="" unicode",="" helvetica,="" arial,="" sans-serif;="" font-size:="" 14px;"="">  

JANE H. SINGH (PRAFULLA KUMARI)

...

So, what happens when you visit school after a gap of a few years ? 
The guard welcomes you, as he ushers you in, even though he may have never seen you, because for him, your being an #mgdian is enough. 
You belong. 
The iconic, one-of-its-kind school building , beckons you to hurry up, she has not seen you in a while, you’ve been missed. 
You belong. 
The old, tall trees, standing guard like silent sentinels, swish and sway , as the cool breeze caresses and welcomes you. 
You feel it. 
You belong. 
As you cross the Rose garden on your left and move up the pathway leading to the stadium, all that is familiar, all that warms the cockles of the heart, all that has the power to make you laugh and cry at the same time, emerges before your eyes, and you are a little girl again! 
This is Home! 
You are Home! 
You belong! 
#mgd@75
#mgdforever

VINITA A. JAIN

Stage and mike when I see these two thing..

Stage and mike when I see these two things I can not stop myself from just using them with a lively performance and without any fear but this time when I was performing and hosting one of its kind event Guilds Got Talent in MGD I had butterflies in my stomach,a mixed feeling of excitement,happiness and nervousness as I was going to perform on the MGD stage after 25 years.As the moment approached and when I stood up on the stage of my MGD the happiness doubled and I started feeling it’s that stage which made me fearless,it’s that stage which made me confident,it’s that stage which made me ready to face the world.It was the stage of my School and all my fears and nervousness disappeared as the audience were my Jija’s and my juniors.It was a moment of joy and happiness and a moment which can not be described in words,it’s the moment which I will cherish all my life.While hosting I felt so proud and nostalgic and felt as it was yesterday when I used to perform for my house,I feel so lucky to be a part of this wonderful event. Thank you guild for Guilds Got Talent.Looking forward for more such events and performances.

Meenakshi Rathore

Years passed


I was doing theatre, dance what not. But, somewhere the touch of that stage remained. I waited and hoped that someday soon I will be back with a bang.

I could feel an Mgdian turned poetess saying aloud in her heart ' Our utmost for the highest'.

I am honoured and blessed to have been a part of such a memorable evening. I look forward to many more jijas'.

Kirti Shuka

Lights, sound, Action


The stride was steady
The butterflies at rest in the belly
The pulse beat at it's own pace
The mike held like the pencil 
With the comfort of the eraser in my pockets
It felt like home, and each one like family
Welcoming open arms, to hold tight and tap my back
The words spilled from my heart and touched those around
The childhood hostel pranks
The craving for food
The yearning for love
The first crush
The laughter and applause that filled the air was euphoric. Yes, I am more confident and ready to set the stage on fire again.

Anupama Bajaj

Thank you Miss Lutter...

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

‚ÄčThe two week long excursion...

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 affordThe 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

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

MANDIRA KAPOOR

Small things leave..

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 M LUNIA

Love is an Ocean of Emotions

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.”

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