Those Days of our Lives

I will be leaving Mumbai in a few days. Every time before I leave, it is a practice to visit the school, our teachers and staff. The name of my school is Smt. Sulochana Devi Singhania School and boy, am I proud of it! It is the best ICSE School in Mumbai (I feel that way, always will). I have studied there for fourteen years, right from Junior K.G. to Std. 12. And those were the best days of my life. Yet! There was a time, after I gave my ICSE board exams when I strongly resented everything about my school, mostly because all my friends chose to study in Junior Colleges instead of continuing in my school. My dad black mailed me emotionally and persuaded me to such a great extent that I cried a river. But that did not change his mind! (This is where you pity me). And the first year there sucked! (I don’t make friends..It just happens or whatever:S) But later during that year my friends joined me, well, they took admission here and Std. 12 was simply brilliant! We were a gang of maybe ten? And we all loved each other’s company so much! I miss that the most. Well, we all are in touch and whenever in Mumbai meet each other, but it isn’t the same. I miss English literature too! Shakespeare’s works! Julius Caesar and King Richard II. I could read them over and over again.

The Throw ball era:
Only we know the way we troubled our professors, with all our hue and cry wasted at least fifteen minutes of every period begging them for what we called “free periods”. Why did we need free periods? To play throw ball! And the boys played football obviously. When I look back at those times, we were happiest when a teacher granted us our free period (It was indeed hard earned). We needed our ID to get the ball from out P.E. teachers. “ Chal Avantika, bhag na! Time waste ho raha hai”, she said. After all, every period was for just half an hour. We ran like crazy till we had the ball and reached the ground. I was what they call “katcha limbu”. How embarrassing! I was always picked last. . (Here’s where you pity me again). While playing all was well for maybe fifteen minutes. There was a girl among us who wouldn’t let the game finish without starting an argument and calling the opponents cheats. I do not remember a single time when we have played the game till one of the teams won. It was so annoying! She hated losing. She started arguments and always left the game abruptly. In the beginning, we tried convincing her so much but she ALWAYS left. After a few more times we didn’t even bother. Man! Those were the days! When I think of that today, I know that those petty arguments made things more interesting. Our throw ball era wouldn’t have been memorable if it had not happened regularly. Exactly why I do not remember the other times I have played with my friends that clearly.

The Punishments:
Class 12 C, my class, was reputed to have been the naughtiest, most mischievous class in the ISC section. ALL our subject teachers have walked out of our class! Our Computer teacher has walked out THRICE! Once, we gave her an impression that we did not respect her at all. Well, maybe because we did not listen to her when she asked us to keep quiet and kept disrupting what is supposed to be a disciplined atmosphere. She got so mad that she walked out without telling us that she was and locked us within the class from outside. We were all so taken by surprise that all we could do next was laugh (One more teacher down!). One of the boys’ walked to the door and failed to open it. “Eh! Woh door bandh karke chali gayi!”, he said. Dear Lord! What a blown out of proportion situation to deal with. We knew what was coming next. Apology letter! Our second one to our Computer teacher, I believe. We must have written several of them during that academic year. We have made our teachers so mad before and when they see us today they tell us how proud they are of what we are doing.

They have only one expectation: “Please keep coming to school whenever you are in town. This is what keeps us going you know, ex-students coming and visiting us. Every time we see our new batch of students we keep wondering about what the earlier batch did.”

We love them so much! Unfortunately, most of the teachers who had taught us have now left the school and have been replaced by new ones. What we fear most is that even if we do keep visiting our school there will be no one there to meet. The cause of visiting the school would be lost. And that disappoints us the most.

Is PINK really the way to go?

Before I forget! Hail Rafael Nadal who won Roland Garros for the fourth consecutive time! And “I told you so”, to my friend who had to give me Rs.500 yesterday. :P

It is raining. So I and my friends decide to get drenched for some reason…for fun they say? And we had fun. We were on our bikes and I had to put petrol when my vehicle switched to reserve. So our next pit-stop was the Hindustan Petroleum Pump. I had to wait for I guess around fifteen minutes. There was a huge queue for the ridiculously ‘high priced petroleum’. Suddenly, something blinding struck in my eye. It was brighter than a thousand suns (courtesy Iron Maiden). And it was pink. Fluorescent pink to be precise. A man of the age of maybe twenty-five was wearing it? Boy! Did I have a hard time controlling my laughter! What was he thinking wearing a pink shirt in the middle of the day and that too carrying it with so much of confidence? Sadly he did not manage to steal all the limelight. Shortly, there was another aged man (looked like a father of two children) who wore a light pink, checked shirt, with white stripes. Hahaha! Behold, before I could completely size this man up, came another one wearing a dull pink t-shirt. Oh! I was left wondering, then and for hours longer. What happened to men? When did they embrace the color pink into their garments? Are they trying to make a fashion statement? Are they introducing it? And if someone is introducing it, why are other men bothering to join it? Do they believe it brings them sex-appeal? Pink isn’t metro sexual color, if that’s what they are calling it. More like a homosexual movement? For someone like me who wouldn’t recommend anything pink to even women, pink is inexplicably ghastly on a man.

A word to mankind, pink does not look good on you! It applies to pink t-shirts, shirts, turtle necks, coats and trousers (Warning! Before it comes to that) likewise. Pink makes no sense on a man, and doesn’t attract the female species. Oh! But if you want to get rid of a girl who constantly is a pain in your ass, pink IS definitely the way to go!

P.S. Spain just had its first victory in the Euro Matches. Kudos to David Villas for his breathtaking and startling goals! Flying kisses to my darling Cesc Fabregas for the header that won the match for Spain 4-1 against Russia. All in all a great treat for the eyes!

P.P.S Take cues from the Axe Effect advertisement. I somehow seem to appreciate it on many levels despite its lewd nature. :S