Prayer at the school

Following is a prayer that we used to say when we at the school. We would narrate it after our Director sir. Really it feels so good to read it once again.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Here follows another prayer that almost all the Petit students will remember for their lifetime

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where the words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action –

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

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Everyday. after these prayers at the assembly hall, it used to be a thrill that if the Director asks our class to stand back. The class that used to stay back would be tested for their haircuts, shoe polish and uniform. And if its not our day, then the Director would pull us out and punish accordingly. For haircut and uniform, there only used to be fine, a deduction of points from the house that you belong to and the next day we were supposed to show it to him. But for shoe-polish, it really was difficult. Students had to stay back 15 days after school outside the Director’s office, polish their shoes well and then show them to him, and if he permits then only leave. Whenever we Petit friends discuss about this, we always remember what Rohit (one of my *good friends at school and a person whose humour couldnt be challenged) used say the time he was caught for shoe-polish in the 9th Std. He would say that , the quantity of ‘Cherry-Blosom’ polish he used in those 15 days was much more that in the last 11 years!!!

But really that time we used to hate all this.  It was a everyday burden to polish shoes and check your tidiness.  But now after leaving the school, we indeed have realized its importance. We all are very grateful to our Director Sir, for inculcating such discipline in us. Now,as far as I know, in the morning, none of us leave home without a shoe-polish and having a tidiness check !!!

* : This indicates that I have edited the post. 🙂 I have changed the adjective from “Best” to “good”. The reason behind this being that,   English language reserves the word ‘best’ for a singular object (and to preserve the essence of the grammar of the language I am ignoring the fact that an individual can have more than one friend categorised under the title “best” , I mean atleast I do). Hmm, I understand that it was my mistake that I hadn’t thought of it while writing the post. Thank you, whoever has brought it to notice.

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