Long Hiatus. Apologies.
1997- Class 7, starts the traditional "Pushing" of each parent. "You're in class 7 now, you'll give your board exams, you must study well, hard work....". The same sentence would be repeated for the next 10 years, with only a change in class and exam each year. Intensity varied with age! No bad incidents, super smooth class of my entire schooling career.....with the end of class 7, came and end to such records, only to set others of different sorts.
1998- Dawn of new age.....shorts to pants at school. Riding by self to school...everything was so cool!!! Teen hormones were in an excited state, 24/7. Math, Physics, Chemistry, Languages were supposed to be full time curriculum, but nothing was more interesting than Biology and Biology it was day in, day out. Literally. Who ever knew anything and everything about SEX was the king. Each and every article about the same was religiously collected by everyone. Newspapers were in every boy's bag, making note, of every detail possible. Thank's to Deccan Chronicle, he made it much easy for us. We love you Editor!!!! In this nonstop activity, I was crowned the "King". Reason- for introducing international articles on the same. 'Cosmopolitan', 'Vogue" were not even published in India at that time. I had copies, up to date.
Needless to say, studies took a bungee. But, thankfully all of the 'active' students recovered during the finals. Other than that, every test, every subject had a red mark, but for biology (atleast so much of extra-curricular activity had some productivity). Short and thin was I, but blame it on the recent exposure to the actual world, punks-in-arms Tarun and Varun all the time, ... 'guts' seemed to become strong for no specific reason. "kaan bhairy" was the only most effective offense of choice, without doubt; until the finish of schooling.
Class 8, the most notorious of entire schooling.
1999- Outstanding in the math class. Thank's to Mr. Sambashiva Rao , for an entire academic year, I was an "Outstanding Student". Damn you Sir, you must have had lil' mercy on a student who always forgot his 'Handbook'. Short you were, who could not even slap our Tall Punk ! Well, our tall punk Mr.Tarun tried to write something on another female teacher's saree, expert was he but, failed due to technical reasons. She went and complained to this short guy, who came in full muscle to slap the tall punk...fail did he!!!!!
We happened to learn by experience, how to deliver the perfect 'bhairy'. Mr. George Joseph (taught us Social Studies) gave them to us-in abundance. Hail George Joseph! I attribute my bhairy giving skills only to you! In all these adventures of us, our most shareef pal, Mr.Sukheeth was crowned "General Captain". Bugger was in charge of pretty much everything! Skipping classes was now a breeze....Throw him a word that I was not interested and I was out in assisting extra-curricular activities (at the most walking up and down the school).
2000: How many of you guys rode a motorbike to school in class 10? I did! Did any of you have a mobile? I did! We were way beyond "cool". How was this possible? Guys, this is why you have cool cousins for! The "who cares, damn you" attitude was ever present. Until, the jackass in me woke up. Ass hole was I. Childish reasons, I stopped talking to my closest pals the General and the Tall Punk, in phases. Heights of personal stupidity. Thankfully we got together pretty soon, but till date I feel so embarrassed that I did such things....Sorry guys!
Like everything comes to an end, so did our glory. I do not have to put the rest in words. End of School.
'01-'03. In one sentence, the most sick and disgusting period of my entire academic period till date. Admitted into a corporate college were able bodied boys and girls were made physically handicapped! And the mind under "Constraints" for one and only thing-books! F*** you Gautami! Best of pals were in the distant of colleges. Tall punk drifted to a different world, The General was busy with chicks and me? Nothing worth a mention.
The only good thing was these 2 years passed away lightening fast. The ONLY good thing.
'04-present: Everything is still fresh and let us take some time, get busy with this maddening world outside, when one fine moment we think- "hey life was so much fun during the bachelor's...." Let's dig them out then.... I say, "who wants a freshly buried corpse? Everybody needs an ancient mummy!"
p.s.- Memories are always there. I guess it's only our conscious mind that takes the decision as to which one's to actively retrieve and the rest as hidden files. After these 2 posts, I stumbled upon lot of hidden files. Mind and Memory, you guys really trigger a powerful chain reaction.
1997- Class 7, starts the traditional "Pushing" of each parent. "You're in class 7 now, you'll give your board exams, you must study well, hard work....". The same sentence would be repeated for the next 10 years, with only a change in class and exam each year. Intensity varied with age! No bad incidents, super smooth class of my entire schooling career.....with the end of class 7, came and end to such records, only to set others of different sorts.
1998- Dawn of new age.....shorts to pants at school. Riding by self to school...everything was so cool!!! Teen hormones were in an excited state, 24/7. Math, Physics, Chemistry, Languages were supposed to be full time curriculum, but nothing was more interesting than Biology and Biology it was day in, day out. Literally. Who ever knew anything and everything about SEX was the king. Each and every article about the same was religiously collected by everyone. Newspapers were in every boy's bag, making note, of every detail possible. Thank's to Deccan Chronicle, he made it much easy for us. We love you Editor!!!! In this nonstop activity, I was crowned the "King". Reason- for introducing international articles on the same. 'Cosmopolitan', 'Vogue" were not even published in India at that time. I had copies, up to date.
Needless to say, studies took a bungee. But, thankfully all of the 'active' students recovered during the finals. Other than that, every test, every subject had a red mark, but for biology (atleast so much of extra-curricular activity had some productivity). Short and thin was I, but blame it on the recent exposure to the actual world, punks-in-arms Tarun and Varun all the time, ... 'guts' seemed to become strong for no specific reason. "kaan bhairy" was the only most effective offense of choice, without doubt; until the finish of schooling.
Class 8, the most notorious of entire schooling.
1999- Outstanding in the math class. Thank's to Mr. Sambashiva Rao , for an entire academic year, I was an "Outstanding Student". Damn you Sir, you must have had lil' mercy on a student who always forgot his 'Handbook'. Short you were, who could not even slap our Tall Punk ! Well, our tall punk Mr.Tarun tried to write something on another female teacher's saree, expert was he but, failed due to technical reasons. She went and complained to this short guy, who came in full muscle to slap the tall punk...fail did he!!!!!
We happened to learn by experience, how to deliver the perfect 'bhairy'. Mr. George Joseph (taught us Social Studies) gave them to us-in abundance. Hail George Joseph! I attribute my bhairy giving skills only to you! In all these adventures of us, our most shareef pal, Mr.Sukheeth was crowned "General Captain". Bugger was in charge of pretty much everything! Skipping classes was now a breeze....Throw him a word that I was not interested and I was out in assisting extra-curricular activities (at the most walking up and down the school).
2000: How many of you guys rode a motorbike to school in class 10? I did! Did any of you have a mobile? I did! We were way beyond "cool". How was this possible? Guys, this is why you have cool cousins for! The "who cares, damn you" attitude was ever present. Until, the jackass in me woke up. Ass hole was I. Childish reasons, I stopped talking to my closest pals the General and the Tall Punk, in phases. Heights of personal stupidity. Thankfully we got together pretty soon, but till date I feel so embarrassed that I did such things....Sorry guys!
Like everything comes to an end, so did our glory. I do not have to put the rest in words. End of School.
'01-'03. In one sentence, the most sick and disgusting period of my entire academic period till date. Admitted into a corporate college were able bodied boys and girls were made physically handicapped! And the mind under "Constraints" for one and only thing-books! F*** you Gautami! Best of pals were in the distant of colleges. Tall punk drifted to a different world, The General was busy with chicks and me? Nothing worth a mention.
The only good thing was these 2 years passed away lightening fast. The ONLY good thing.
'04-present: Everything is still fresh and let us take some time, get busy with this maddening world outside, when one fine moment we think- "hey life was so much fun during the bachelor's...." Let's dig them out then.... I say, "who wants a freshly buried corpse? Everybody needs an ancient mummy!"
p.s.- Memories are always there. I guess it's only our conscious mind that takes the decision as to which one's to actively retrieve and the rest as hidden files. After these 2 posts, I stumbled upon lot of hidden files. Mind and Memory, you guys really trigger a powerful chain reaction.
