Dear dude-sitting-before-a-monitor-reading-this-muck,
I had this recent phone-in conversation with one of my school mates.It started with the present day mature stuff....studies,women(the one thing that is always there,whether past or present ;) ),about where we would end up and all the fun and frolic in college life.But,it didn't take us long to sweep all that away and take a jump back into the past..into our skool life..
A sane biology period.We are all sitting around and yawning the heck out.Ma'am's voice seem to float towards me.."Thus,genes are the fundamental part of life...blah blah....If you can mutate them,you can even change into a super being...".....I am half asleep,lying with my head on the desk.Suddenly the desk shakes,and I lift my head and to my awesome amazement,I see maadu standing on the desk,shouting out "Heeeee-maaaaaan" and striking the classic super hero pose.We look at ma'am....a long pause...."Get out,all of you in that bench"...we slowly shuffle out of class...and then look at each other and maadu....eyes blink for sometime.. and then laughter explodes..
our class was near the principal's room....a comfy corridor separating both...and a water cooler standing in the middle of the pathway.It all starts with someone sprinkling water on someone. ...tribal whoops...and before before anybody can comprehend anything,its world war....the bell rings..the destruction we have caused is evident from the flooded corridor and the wet classrooms and the wetter uniforms...suddenly,the principal comes into our classroom,slips,just about holds himself..."who flooded my room?all of you'll face the consequences.."before he finishes,he slips and falls and then stutters out of the class.....thankfully,because he is absent minded,he forgets the whole thing..
Principal's room.
we are being questioned for a major stuff that happened in skool.
Susu's been already interviewed.My turn.
Principal:you ignited the spark and goaded people to do it.
me:I didn't.(I honestly hadn't done it)
Principal:How dare you lie to me..(censored)...you....(more censoring)..I know you started it.I have asked a lot of people and have done a lot of investigation.Don't you dare lie to me....(as in the pepsodent ad...after this point....dhishum dhishum..)
me:sorry,Sir,I confess to it.I did the entire thing.(moment of xtreme craziness and hysteria)
Sushu:????????????
Principal:very good kid,you told the truth.you are free to go.
me:!
sushu(his looks suggesting):@$%#%!!!!
and that's how I escaped getting punished for something I didnt do in the first place.:D
...christmas celebrations....
the venerable blessing sorta ceremony, where everybody is supposed to be dead serious, going on.every single one of us in a gung-ho mood.we occupy one of the rows in the auditorium.A very important guest and eminent priest starts talking.he talks on and on and anon...We are getting restless...and then he says something ambiguous like"with this I know I should stop my speech,but I can't without talking...."...we don't wait...we jump up and start clapping and hooting.hush-hush in the entire auditorium.the only sound being the "alambu" created by one single row standing on their feet...the speaker looks agitated....the principal's eye bulge.it resembles an ostrich's egg...we all look at each other amidst the scene...looks rangin frm "uh-oh" to "we are screwed"...
two days later...
we are sitting down writing the model exam for boards.
loudspeaker:(shouts a list containing all our names)...the "troublemakers" at the auditorium are required to meet the principal today and bring their parents tomorrow and collect their transfer certificates day after tomorrow.
It doesnt turn out that bad but the copyrighted name never goes off.........troublemakers..:D
Another story,which I heard from my friends..happened when I was absent..damn..Its a really boring day...the guys decide to mass bunk skool after they came there to go and see the new film "twenty-twenty".Principal comes in second period,notices the low attendance..."ho ho ho..where did all of them go?did they mass bunk skool to watch twenty-twenty?"he sees a lot of shocked eyes looking back at him."...(censored)..they did eh??"..thankfully,because of his jolly mood,he let's it off...
physics tuiton...me,sushu,maadan,vinu,abu...the tutions are from 4:00 to 5:30.everybody is punctual initially....initially...and then the fun starts...a month later..we are coming at 4:30 ,telling a load of jackass reasons.this phenomenon continues and finally forces Sir to shift it to 4:30.So,we start coming at 5:00...he mumbles and mumbles and curses....finally he's had enough when one fine day,we arrive,in full glory, at 5:15...he takes one look at all of us and roars out
"Neeyokke irangi odadey...."
As I continued talking with sushu,a lot more of these totally hilarious incidents came up.cutting classes and playing in the ground,bursting crackers during skooltime,running behind all the hottie girls,walking and dancing together in the rains,the crazy excursions where we did the whackiest of things(you seriously wuldnt wanna know),those bloody fights we landed up into(or which I landed the others into),all the times we got real screwd up....
Now,the important and the sentimental part....where's my tissue paper...damn.
hehe..skool...the 14 years..... twas fantastic...every moment of it...and even now,I visit my alma mater,when the crowd's not there and lose myself to all those crazy memories..that's the best medicine I have if I am pretty moody and down...as always,I dunno why exactly I am writing missing-skool posts..maybe... bcoz I just don't want to part with that place.not yet.I constantly like to remind myself of the place I came from and the promise I made when I got out of it.
oh,the promise?...simple enough in writing...to not change...one smashing year in colg has passed and I havent changed.nope.I am still that same old kiddo. I kept my promise and I guess I gave it back to the skool that gave a lot to me...I am still giving it back...and I pray...that I'll be able to keep that promise ..to be the dork...always.
:)
that's it.me signing out,
yours lovingly,
the dork....
I meant...
the torque.;)
