"abbey yaar....ho kya raha hai??...aaj sachmuch school mein last day hai?".........the realization then struck!!....and it struck hard!!...these words would remain with me throughout my life....i had to sit down somewhere...it felt as if i had travelled miles with floo powder....or disapparating...or had accidentally stumbled upon my own penisive.....it all came flooding back....oh no!!!...please...i would rather go through an occlumency session....but not this!!.....but stopping myself was impossible.......unwillingly...or rather willingly....i gave in....ever since i left the place i love most....i felt i should write down my memories somewhere in my own way.....lest someday i meet with an accident and lose it....or the fucking world and system around me gets the better of me someday....or trying to save a one is to one i get an irreparable brain damage...or i have my skull blown apart by a sniper...crazy as i am....i was unable to do so...not because i feared an emotional crisis...christ!!..i am not that insane....only...i wasn't sure if i could ever get completed on it....thanks to puspen,i have entered the world of blogging...and it seems a perfect place to do so...i closed my eyes for a couple of mnts....and here are a few flashbacks which came to me at once.....
the first day itself....ronodweep thakur was THE hero then...it was break...i did not cry till then i remember...he was draagging me screaming..."come,i'll take you to the sucuvisor...."...without any apparent reason...unable to figure out what all the fuss was about...i gave him a tight wrack...next thing i remember is getting a hard slap across my face...by our class teacher 'miss' j.money...the world wen't black...i started crying and did not stop till i got home.....what a start!!..
next is far more violent...i just remeber blood oozing out of subham sadhu's temples...and i being beaten mercilessly by our then PT teacher by a drumstick...parents called...was in class one then...twice in two years..not bad son...
alfred philips was a dreary bore...thats all i remember...ok i cannot go classwise...!!!...interruptions by much more stronger memoies.....i leapfrog to class 10 section A...mr.A.Banerjee...had just walked in for yet another tedious julius caesar lecture...."ok...ok..so which page was i on?"...."36,sir..."....."no...its 54"...."37,sir..."..."117 sir"(Agniva was too much)...."6,sir"....there!!!..."oof(like the thundering of clouds)....i am getting confused"....(giggles all over).....mr.Banerjee thundered...."i am shouting my lungs out........"......"kothay?....kothay?...or lungs ta kothay?....de ektu acid dhele di".......(more giggles...)...this is the typical way every english class started....however am not going to forget that day when he literally bashed up indranil for chalks...u know what i am speakin about....mukherjee did not turn out much lucky on another fateful day when he murmured...."bye rabon..."...a bit too loud perhaps....like a raging bull whose ass is on fire...sir came...agniva as usual caught in the wrong place again faced a mighty shove and was sent reeling backwards....ajmani...was pulled out headfirst...and slammed...ultimately mukherjee was made to repeat..."whatever i have said,i have said to my father......".....we couldn't stop laughing for a couple of periods...
next my memory shifts to the unforgettable football field...it was yet another year when my mom did not allow me to attend the trials...but we did get a shot at the school team...puspen made his debut in our class team...thanks to a brilliant sliding goalline clearance in one of our hugely competititive pt class matches,that was appreciated by everybody....personally i had a lot to prove in that match...that i was better than debashish chanda,our school's first choice...and i did...we won 4-1...in slushy conditions...i remember sliding around for 20 minutes that day.....painful memories also remain....the loss to class 11...after i had participated in a forgettable debate contest....in our final year did hurt...i did cry that day....as hurts the loss to class 10 B...though it was unfair...the scuzballs cheated...we broke into a fight later...strangely,with 10c.....memories!!!!!......
class 11 and 12 was fun...of a different sort....gelling with the neighbours till now did take some time....mr.Victor...he needs a chapter himself...Table tennis reigned supreme...bunking classes started as a result...myself and aritra used to come to school around 6:45...feigning traffic duty...only to play TT...we even considered making a duplicate of the key to the 'GYM'....3-4 hours of tt was a commonplace...and once Mr.Victor famously said..."i sometimes get wonder if you people spend more time at the gym than you do at the class,next time i find you here...you've had it..."....the quarter pitch cricket was too much fun...
i can just go on and on...you see this is why i didn't write....there are just too much memories...you see all of them are happy....nothings sad,..not now....'some' gupta's...lies were tiresome...there are so many things i haven't talked about...like i haven't talked about the rush in the canteen...the useless yet hilarious in our own ways....classes of Nandita Roy...the bone tickling jokes of Niladri...siddhant's 'better than the man itself'...mimicry of Mr.Victor....raunaq srivastava...puspen's rather boring quiz statistics....hoga's terrific accent...aritra's outburst to Mrs.Paul....regarding a baseless suspicion by sandip dutta regarding porn sites in our broadband class.....oh no...i can't stop...but i have to.....
man,this is difficult....those lovely evenings on our campus...unending cricket matches...till the guards literally killed us.....i know it wouldn't come back...but i wish it did....a line from the song soledad...."but once again i come to realise you are a loss i can't replace................"
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