Birendra Sainik Confessions

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We think every Sainikian can relate to every words of following "confession". This masterpiece was written by one of the student from schooling 3rd batch. Read it and you too will be floating in memories of good ol' army days.

"This was an essay for my English Composition II (ENGL 1302) class at North Lake College back in the Fall of 2002. Found it while I was arranging my old notes and books and thought of sharing it here on FB!

The best years of my life could be found in the profound memories of my old Military school where I spent five wonderful years living a military life style. It was known as one of the most prestigious & the best disciplined school in the country funded & run by the Royal Nepalese Army. Located just outside of the capital city of Kathmandu, away from traffic nuisance, political disturbances, air pollution, and in the peace and calm environment, the school represented a scenery beauty. Quality education at an affordable rate & disciplined life style were the top two priorities of the school.

The school was a boarding school and it was mandatory for all the boys to stay in the hostel whereas girls were day scholars picked in the morning & dropped in the evening by school buses. When I joined the school, I was nine years old and in the fourth grade. I still clearly remember my first day at there, which was not very pleasant as it was the first time I was going to be away from my parents & was deeply home sick. This was the case for a few more weeks9. Every morning except on holidays, we had to get up early in the morning at 0700 hours for physical training (PT) exercises, which nobody liked. There were either Army’s PT Instructors or senior boys/House Captains-with immense power that sometimes seemed to be the highest in the chain of command-assigned as PT leads. There were both easy-going & strict instructors and cool & bully captains; obviously we always wished for the easy instructors and/or the cool captains. Sometimes we were lucky & at other times not so lucky. The PT lasted for about an hour in the summer and only half an hour during the winter.

There was a system of hierarchy among the students that strictly followed senior and junior system that the Army has. A junior student had to take orders from a senior student, which was an unofficial school regulation. Citing this unwritten rule, the seniors mostly enjoyed a wonderful time giving out instructions and we generally had to follow them. In one occasion, when I was in class five, I had to find a pair of white canvas for a senior & had to roam the entire school asking students if they had an extra pair of canvas! Doing homework problems, carrying furniture, finding a fresh uniform, sharing tea snacks were some of the common tasks done for the seniors. But as we climbed up classes all this gradually stopped and the new batch of juniors were the ones who were honored with all this lovely work.

Besides some hard time giving seniors, there was also a list of people who kept us in a strict discipline. The most unforgettable person during my five years there was our house master, an Army Lieutenant who was very tough from outside but a gentleman from within. Whenever anyone of us had any problem, he was the nicest person we could fine in school, but when things were going fine, he would be the toughest person to command us. The LT, with his huge body and a strong voice, terrified everyone and no one dared to break rules when he was on duty. As a house master, he always trained us to be obedient to teachers and seniors and polite to others. He had a vision that his boys would be recognized as the best students of the school, and no matter how harsh physicals he gave us he would always be remembered and respected for the love and affection he had for us.

Monthly weekends were the favorites of everyone and smiley faces were seen everywhere as it was the only time we were allowed to go home for a two-day vacation. Following the often sturdy military life styles-stretching the body and greeting a teacher whenever they passed by, standing in an attention position while talking to superiors, taking orders from seniors, & the hardest part, trying not to annoy a superior-it was a moment of joy, freedom, and change to be away from all these strict rules and regulations. Once back from the weekend, we would start counting the days of the month and look forward for the next home going day.

Those days back then were surely not very amusing but recalling them now is extremely fun. Most of us grew there-joined the school as immature boys and left as responsible adults, spent our childhood, made friends for life, learned and experienced great and unique things that were impossible elsewhere, received quality education, and had a wonderful & fantastic time. No doubt, we owe our beloved school a lot. The school was a beautiful home and the world to most of us for many years, but sometimes, I wonder that this caused many of guys’ transition to the real world, after the school, not very smooth. All these years in there, we were trained to take orders and follow them straight and never question them, just as straight and simple as that. We believed that what we saw was the only truth and never tried to analyze it the other way, as we were always used to the straight and simple ways and not to any bents or twists or turns. However, this was certainly not case out side of the fence of the Army school. The outer world was different and many of us had problems understanding and adjusting to it for a while.

Being in the Army school was not only like being in a tough institution where we had limited liberties but also extreme pride and immense honor to acknowledge the fact that we were part of the one of the most prestigious and the best disciplined institution of the country. We had regular visits from high ranking Army officers, foreign dignitaries, and other VVIP’s and their speeches sometimes really motivated us to join the Army after graduation. The best part of being a student there was whenever any outsider learned that we were a student of that school, they would exclaim, “Oh, you’re from the Army school!” and this would make us feel different and unique from rest of the students of the country. Tough as the life of real soldiers, I really enjoyed my Army days and would like to recall them again and again fondly!"

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Nepal Smiles........Namaste everyone

Our alumni association, Sallaghari Alumni Association Nepal - SAAN, in conjunction with some highly energetic and dedicated group of class 12 students are doing some exemplary volunteer and relief aid works in many earthquake affected districts. Please support them in any way possible, either through sharing their work, supporting them in person or donating for their cause.

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Dear ghamats,

Do you still have your batch t-shirt? Ours have surely worn out but it is still one of the best piece of clothings we ever own. It still holds the smell of many unforgettable memories. However, we came to know that not everyone still has one and some has worn out beyond repair. So, to provide every sainikian with this precious token of nostalgia, we have decided to make t-shirt.

To initiate this project, first and foremost, we need a design. So, we are requesting all the sikaru and serious designers to send us your design that will reflect the sainikian school spirit in some ways or another. Please send us the final photo(s) of your design in message box. We will then host the contest after we receive all the designs. We will award the winning design with Rs. 10,000 (ten thousand) and the bragging right to say, "I design that t-shirt for my school."

Deadline is Monday, December 15 (by midnight NST).

Let your imagination soar!

To all of you out there this is the link for confessions i think we got to revive this page again

http://goo.gl/O77oh

even the admions cannot know who you are or where the confession is being sent from, its total anonymous.....

Birendra Sainik Confessions Send your confessions here. Please try to refrain from using foul and abusive language against anyone including but not limited to seniors, teachers, staff or fellow classmates - natra you know the pelaai (100 pushups and/or 50 sit-ups). Confession deemed inappropriate by 2 out of 3 administrators w…

confession 666 #

Syal Kanda 2069...(33rd Batch College)
Cricket kheli raheko bela C ground ma Syal aayo, sab Karauna thaleye, ra dhunga prahar garna thalye tyo Syaal maathi... Syal Ghaitye bho, Cricket bat le najik gayera Syal ko tauko ma eek shot hanechi syal Maryo. Keta haru le syal ko masu medicine huncha bhanthanera pakayera khaye but yo kura Sir haru le thapaunu bho. Laast ma Mess Captain ra Arts ko whole section Fasyo... Mess Captain hamro milney saathi thyo, sabai galti usko tauko ma thupryo but he kept silent... But I remember the Punishment, Syal Position(Joined leg with slight bending, hands on chest with fingers pointing down and tongue out of the Mouth) haha. Syal Position ma basera office agadi aaau aaau Karayera basnu pareko thyo... Tyespachi hamlai sab le syal toli bhanera bolauna thalyo...
Even, Rabbies lagcha bhanera Anti Rabbies Vaccine pani hanna lagayo...
J hos Ramaelo bhayo..

Are you guys out of confessions?? Come on we need to revive this page again!!

On this very special occasion of the 35th birthday of our beloved BSAM - Paush 14th/December 29th - warmest congratulations to Sainikian Ghamats for the wonderful achievement of 35 glorious years & Sainikian brotherhood/sisterhood & friendship of a life time! The 35 years represent each & every one of us in a few years or many years invested in BSAM.
As we celebrate BSAM's 35th B'day, we pause for a moment to pay our tributes to the perished Sainikians whose memories will last with us as long as we last. Our deepest gratitude & appreciation to all the BSAM staff, faculty, teachers, military personnel for their service to BSAM, they are & will always be a part of our profound memories from BSAM.long live BSAM and its memories, so wherever you are in the world ghamats please eat bada khana today.

To all the ghamats out there, there is a reunion programme this coming saturday at hardik fitness club pulchowk, any ghamat from any batch can join the programme, be there and share your good old memories with your seniors and juniors!!!
venue:hardik fitness club,pulchock lalitpur,
day: sat day 28 sep , 3 pm onwards ,
cost :Rs 500 with a free beer n snacks,
contact person : Biraj Bista ph:9841297043

Confession #665

Should I even define how motherly care Kalpana mam gave us? She cared even minute problems, let alone big one. See used to visit every dormitory at nights to make sure each one of us was fine, reminding some of our friends, including me too, to take medicine incase we forgot. 4 class ma ta bachai thiyou hami, ani when we were new and we had know idea how to make bed, net nikalne ni kasari ho vanera, and she used to help us with it. Aba kati vanne, I wish I could do something other than just appreciate her affection. Her benign heart had (and still has) big space for everyone of us. My salutation and appreciation. :)

Confession #664 (32nd Batch)

it was a wednesday night date chai birseye kura arts building ko ho..ma room no 553 ma 2,3 days vako thiyo joro aayera nindrai nalageko. tyo raat aahile samjida pani kahali lagdyo vayo. joro aako tesh mathi ni nindra nalagera chatpati vai rako thyo ekassi dhoka ra gril beskari hanyo ra dhoka phutayera 1 jana corridor ma chichaudai kudyo...yesari chichayoki building ko sab jana uthae maile soche toilet jada kai vayo ra corridor ma chichaudai kudyo hola then i came out of my room uta building ko exit hunae thau ma hamro sathi kunsang lae samathe 6 uslai ani nabin ko room ma lagera rakhe6 vanthyo ki estari darayera kudeko thyo ki.eg marathon ma vako vaye 1st hunthyo :D then i came to know that uta mero room agadi ko sathi keshev po rahe6 ..tespa6i duty ma vako army dai lae light dekhaudai k vayo k vayo vandai aaunu vayo ani sir haru pani...uslae tarsayo matrai vanyo sab lai.. ma najik ko sathi vako lae maile uslai sodhe ani uslae vanthyo ki yo room ma malai jaile tarsau6 kaile nindra ma hid6u, kaile jhaskin6u aja ta euta kt aayo lamo kapal vako kapal lae purai mukh chopeko aayera mero kath ma basyo ra malai heryo tesko aaakha ko nani nai thaena sab seto tespa6i u tarsera gril ra dhoka haneko rai6 yo sunera hamro hostel ko sab darae ra 1 week samma double sutae uslai estai vai rakhyo tyo room ma dherai patak samma pa6i pani tespa6i hamlae room change gardinu paryo vaanim sir lai room change vaye pa6i uslai tarsaunai chadyo..but sir haru lae yo kura lai joke thanae uslai pressure dina thalae yesto ni hun6 kunai science ko sir aayera ta la eassy lekh rae if u belief in god then why belief in ghost than why aru estai eastaiii i really fell pity on that guy ani tyo raat samjida aahile pani daar lag6 :)