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I passed out from Sardar Patel Vidyalaya, New Delhi. Its a small school with specialility that either one does not know about it or religiously worships it. Its pointless to list the alumnii, its sufficient to say that one of them is me :-).
The two years at SPV imbibed deep in me the Patelian Spirit. The songs "Chandan hai mati mere desh ki ..." and others still stir the soul on slightest recollection. The school had a way of doing things that reflected the pride of a Patelian. I wondered even mocked at times, at the strange ways of the school, but realized how deep they have established in me only when I had finished my farewell speech.
Throughout the 2 years I sported a turkish beard which was very unlike of my classmates. I was nicknamed 'Professor' partly because of my appearance and partly due to the repeated matchmaxs in Maths and my tendency to study for JEE during free periods and lunch hour. I worked for the school executive in the final year, it was fun.
Me and my friends are on
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