The Pool School
This is an article I wrote from my school’s newspaper, The Doon School Weekly. Here’s Issue #2508, in which it was printed.
The incessant rains during the previous weekend proved one of my hypotheses true: that we are in fact living in ‘The Pool School’. Now, before you argue we’re actually in a ‘dun’ (a valley), and therefore The Doon School, let me explain why I think we’re actually in The Pool School — home to hundreds, if not thousands, of pools.
As per Google Maps, our school houses one of twenty-five swimming pools in Dehradun. And, undeniably, we Doscos love our pool. Now, if this isn’t enough to call ourselves The Pool School, the reasons which follow should convince you that we are, indeed, the school of pools.
Last Friday, Oberoi House and Jaipur House were lucky to witness the transformation of the Skinners’ Field from grassy land to a full-scale pond within an evening. With the Skinners’ Lake in view, Oberoi House resembled a beachfront property. Doscos gleefully displayed their impressive football skills as they cavorted around the soaked field. I don’t know whether the Main Field underwent a similar transformation, but I can imagine it must have turned into a site for numerous ponds as well.
The irregular roads and pathways in School also turned into smaller stretches of water bodies as it rained, leaving Doscos to “Tarzan leap” across them. If I were a master in School, I would certainly try to speed through these pools to drench students. But at most I’d probably offer students a ride.
Next, on a smaller scale, are the pools of rainwater, fungus, and sweat in Doscos’ floaters. This clinches the prize for ‘biggest pet peeve’ during the rainy season. What was going through the minds of the designers of our floaters when they added the raised rubber bordering our floaters? Are they trying to keep our toes from falling out? To add to the agony, my floaters like to squeak when wet. On the bright side, they’re the most effective way to draw attention to myself (unless my peers are wearing black shoes, clacking across the main building).
Believe it or not, the CDH (Central Dining Hall) is home to a few hundred pools of water too. Disregarding the regular spillages, plates and bowls in the CDH tend to become reservoirs as water separates from gravy. However, I can confirm this situation has improved over the years, and that the pools in the CDH are no longer as large as they used to be.
And most importantly, what is perhaps the most repulsive kind of pool — urinals. Numerous urinals around School have been partially clogged for months now. This doesn’t warrant much of an explanation, but, simply put, there are at least another three pools in School.
This is a modified version of a story I wrote some days ago, about returning to School after summer break. Thanks for reading!