The old dark dank coffee house of the dschool is gone. Instead there is a half impressive half hateful, tiled floor high ceilinged canteen that looks like a cleaned and swept railway canteen. Dada within maintains his position.
Puran mongia writes in the book mentioned somewhere below, about the never used front gate of the school:
“This gate, I discovered soon, had a fancy name. Knowledge. Two smaller entrances flanking it had fancier names: Truth and Patience. The gate had an interesting history. It had always remained closed. Someone had tried to open it years ago. But alas! Knowledge was found jammed. The smaller gate, Truth, when forced, had started tilting menacingly. It was discovered later that, thanks to an enterprising contractor, Knowledge had no base and Truth was found without foundation. Nobody mentions Patience.”
Someone told me (or did I imagine it) that the gate was to be closed till the day some student from the school won the Nobel. And like many other audience to that tale I imagined myself someday as the honoured cause for the opening of the gates :)
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