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.;)

"We had joys.."

Dear whoever-cares-to-read-this-blog,

a christmas eve.a brief period of inactivity and my mind strays itself into random thoughts.three more days and I'll be leaving home for a college far away..home..Trivandrum...nearly one month ago...I set my foot here..hoping to get a respite from my college life,which honestly speaking havent meant much to me.(yeah well I had fun and as usual ended up in a potload ova shit but it did lack a finesse..the inner si...:P)I always thought college had somehow changed me.

So,when I came back home,I decided I would visit my school first and do a bit of soul searching.late evening,I took off in my honda and traversed through the empty pathways leading to my school.As usual,one thing led to the other and I was in the past rather than the present.(which being a usual case.I m quite the dreamy kind)..though, due to a lot of humps on the road..my reminscence got interrupted quite a bit.Ironically,when I finally reached my school,the guard did not let me in.He certainly did not seem to care about nostalgia or the higher things in life..I returned dejected but seeing a couple of hot chics on the pathway led onto another trail of memories..:D

the next day,I visited the school officially...as an ex-student...I entered the school after doing quite a bit of glaring at the guard..and met my teachers.a lot of chitchatting ensued.interestingly,I heard much about how school life was slowly degrading.the generation gaps were certainly widening.they must have said the same things to our seniors.:Dbut,I found myself agreeing to what I heard.you feel a glow when you are described as the end of a glorious era that had a lot of tags to it.As I walked out of the gate..I took a glance back...a thousand faces flitted through my mind...a thousand incidents...a thousand memories.the school hadn't changed of course.It was still one of those ordinary buildings with ordinary trees,ordinary gardens,an ordinary ground...a really ordinary guard...the usual noises...but the people who had lived it in for all the fourteen years of their life...they had left their imprints in the form of memories,scrawlings,lore and what not.It wasn't all bricks you know...it was alive...given life to by me,my mates and a thousand others before us.

The day after,I went to see my awesome Physics tution teacher.His influence had made a really wild kiddo study something in the last minute and get himself into one of the premier institutions in the country.Crippled with parkinson's disease since the days I have known him,his love for physics and his students remained undiminished.the enthusiasm with which he hobbled towards the shelf to take a new physics book he had bought was as the visa ads call it (the term slowly appearing after a pause)..priceless.We talked for more than two hours about things ranging frm physics to my hostel food(we are treated quite royally in our hostel...lizard n roach sushi for an instance:D).When I was dramatising about the vagaries of my college life,he cut them short..."yea right..In the end,you always pull through with that idiotic smile of yours."(I gave him a close-up 64 mm smile as a reply.)..the inner si got quite a bit ov a pull up..

The trip down the memory lane continued with me meeting up wid a lot of those idiots who mean the life to me...goin out to dinner....whacky get togethers in the zoo(ironic eh??now who would have thought of that as a reunion venue:Dcourse we always did border on the nearly insane)...simply walking together to school...chatting...talking...sharing..connecting the dots of a different life lived a lil while ago(which is a marvellous story for another blog)..twas fun...what do you call mind-glowing...

So,what was the point of this whole blog?yeah christmas eve,I sit down and write some random rambling thoughts...gee..or more cause I really awesomely missed it here and i wanted to convey it to the world.I.My college is one of the finest in India...itz a helluva fun there.But,I missed this place and I guess I missed all the people in it.

So.............................................ppl...:Dwhen's the last time when you went on a rendezvous with time?when's the last time when you let sentiments fly way over your senses?shouted your old school cheer"jeetega by jeetega..."?picked up the phone and called an old friend to whom you haven't talked for in ages?when's the last time you and your school gang got together and celebrated life for giving you a place and a bunch of people whom you could always return to when u feel crappy?go out.....act zonkers...shake your hair...click those photos together...put it on orkut and facebook...laugh together...do those old whacky things you once did....reconnect.....don't let your roots go dry as you live your mature adult life.wherever you are,whoever you become...come back:Dthere's no place like home.

PS:sentimentalistic?dewy-gooey?....oh blah...I need to let go once in a while. B)

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