HAIL MOUNT HERMON!
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep...”
By Jigme N.Kazi
In the two years from now, MH will celebrate its 100th birth anniversary on March 11, 1995. Hermonites all over the world, particularly in India and the neighbouring areas, are making preparations to make the centenary year a grand success. This has led to the setting up of the All Indian Hermonites Association (AIHA) with its headquarters in Darjeeling. Pratap Singh Rai (MH 1964-68), who is in-charge of the Association’s activities in this field, have been very active in his work. The ex-students in Siliguri have recently formed The Foothills Hermonites with Jagdish Singh (MH 1962-1971) becoming one of the most active members. The Mount Hermon Alumni Association Nepal (MHAAN) of Nepal led by Tom Creese (MH 1955-63), Sulee Hung (MH 1962-1970) and Annie (Gardner) Vaidya (MH 1968-1979) is also quite active and will definitely participate in the centenary celebrations.
The occasion will give us an opportunity to focus our attention on the school, which needs help and guidance in various fields. Its problems and prospects will have to be studies in depth and a concrete plan of action has to be initiated by all Hermonites, friends and well-wishers of the school to take our
dear old MH into the 21stcentury and beyond.
We live and die, but life must go on. The ideals and values and the high standards set by the school must continue to enrich our lives and the lives of those around us. March 11, 1995 will indeed be an occasion for us when we can, once more, join our hands and hearts together, and sing the school hymn in full-throated voice and mean it:
“Beloved Mount Hermon, we greet thee,
Thy daughters and sons from afar
As of as we pause in our toiling
To hail thee whose children we are.
Hail, Mount Hermon! Hail, Mount Hermon!
Safe for aye in memory's shrine.
Hail, Mount Hermon! Dear Mount Hermon!
Praise and love be ever thine.
I loved MH and wanted to stay back, but something in me pulled forward and I had to finally move out. And as 1979 approached, I knew it would be my last year in MH. By then I had made up my mind to leave the teaching profession. MH had given me so much and the only way to show my gratitude was to give myself for the school for a few years.
My attitude to life has always been to give my best to whatever work in undertake. I certainly would not be able to do this if I did not enjoy what I was doing. I realised that I would not enjoy being in the teaching profession if I was not working in MH. It was partly because of this that I opted for another profession and decided to go for law studies.
My attitude to life is best described in these words from my little quotation book, which I have kept with me since 1967-68: “Behold, I do not give lectures or little charity; when I give, I give myself”. I gave myself to MH fully and completely.
And as I look back now, I think the most valuable and the lasting thing that I have learnt from MH was not in the classroom, but on the playground; not from my textbooks, but from people and from everyday experiences. Taking part in the various school activities, leading various teams and finally the 1st XI football team and going through our many defeats and victories on the playing field, have been some of the greatest moments of my life. Giving my best shot and fighting till the very end, irrespective of consequences, is what I have learnt from MH. And as I look back over these fourteen years away from the old and familiar surroundings, I know that whatever MH taught me during my brief sojourn in Darjeeling has withstood the test of time.
In the final talk to the school on November 25, 1979, I said, “I venture into new frontiers with good intentions, high ideals and faith in God. To those who will be leaving us at the end of this year, let me urge you to give your life to a great cause. The kind of person we are in tea years time will reflect what we have learnt here in MH. I will you all the very best.”
And with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, I gave my last few words to the school, which had been my home for sixteen short years: “Sometimes when you reach out for a dream, you have to leave something behind. I leave behind my school, my friends, my home...my MH.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I left MH at the end of 1979; but a part of me has always remained behind. And, I guess, a part of MH has always been with me. Hail Mount Hermon!
(Ref: Inside Sikkim: Against The Tide, Jigme N. Kazi, published by Hill Media Publications, Gangtok, 1993)