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07 Jan

Alphonsa English Medium School Aruvithura Celebrates Silver Jubilee


My First Love

Despite being a man of letters and an avowed enemy of science and scientists, I always keep a tab on Stephen Hawking and his latest findings.

I neither understand his physics nor envy his skills.

But I hope that one day, with the help of his time-machine-worm-hole-physics, he will take me back into the past, to my first love, my first home away from home, the fountain-head of all my wisdom and joy, MY SCHOOL.

Nothing in the world can excel that feeling. 


It has always been my proudest boast that I am a first batch student of AEMSA.

I have been a witness to the inception and progress of this prestigious institution.

An overwhelming sense of pride, joy and nostalgia envelops my being as I learn that my alma mater is celebrating her Silver Jubilee this year.

No words can suffice to describe and thank the service and sacrifice by Rev Sr Mary Kunnath, Rev Sr Tessy and a host of efficient, dedicated teachers and administrators.

This school was different, this school was special, for it had a human face.

Love and camaraderie were not only preached but also practised.

The teachers loved the students, and then they taught.

The students loved their teachers, and they love and remember them still. 

A dozen years have flown by since I left her bosom.

Now looking back, I wish to unlearn all that I learned since.

I yearn to learn from her once again all that goodness and virtue that the world stole from me.

I wish that Time turns back in its flight, makes me a child and takes me to my school, just for tonight.

I long to be back among my peers, meeting and greeting my beloved teachers.

I long to be back where I truly belong, my first love, MY SCHOOL.


As I look back, I behold a child in his innocence


Relishing the moments with his companions

A horde of books, pen and pencils about him lies

As light shines upon him from his teacher’s eyes...

I realise I can never be back where I truly belong

Nothing can bring that anthem back to my gong

But I grieve not, for I find solace in what lies behind –

The memories, the knowledge that here I too belong..

That my school grows from strength to strength..

That calm, capable hands are at the helm..

That this Silver Jubilee is just the right launch pad

For many better and greater things to come ....


-Manu Mangattu

-President, Alumni Association

Comments: (1)

  • Saumya Joseph

    I love my school