Vidyaranya High School, in Hyderabad was where i graduated from in 2001. It was and remains to be one of the more progressive schools in the country which are run on a unique set of principles. One of the most striking aspects of this place was that education was imparted without the burden of competition. Nobody cared about marks and grades which were in relative comparison with a set benchmark. The only benchmark that existed was what we, as students, set for ourselves. They did however have guidlines. Not in the form of a book of morals and ethics but in the form of the teachers that taught there. 
Realisations like this seldom happen when one is 15 and 16 and just about to graduate from high school. They happen much later. These thoughts struck me rather late and it was only in 2009, when i was 23, that the memory of my school and what it taught me suddenly made itself clear. Being a photographer and being particulary interested in photographing portraits, i took it upon myself to go back to my old school and make pictures of the people that had shaped me into this bespectacled, lanky camera toting creature. At the time, it really was the best homage i could pay to my School Teachers.