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On the serious note I would say “Saurabh, Get the fuck out of my class” retorted Ms Bakshi. Well Mam! And our eyes met. I could clearly see the fiery in her eyes and felt the hatred in mine. But why should I be blamed for something which I had not done. I wasn’t the one who drew it on her desk.. The naked Vitruvian chick with her hands on the lips and berating mouths.
Blood was gushing in, raged and yet anxious, I was apprehensive of the consequences.
What if the princi comes to know about it, I am gonna be a dead meat. Anyhow past is past. I finally ended in his office and I broke down. [Plea for mercy was accepted]
Chuck all this!
You know what the best thing was, the morning soccer practice @ 6a.m in the rainy season, which continued for 2 hours and rest 2 hrs was for mud-rugby. Nostalgic and exhilarating, sexy times man! Some of the other which I can recall would be…
Making Maggi: Once we made 26 packets of maggi in a bucket. Wo! That was hell lot of it and 8 guys ate it. (Just to tell, we didn’t cook, just put hot water from geyser add magi leave it for 10 mins nd then add the masala and mixed it together. It would be gross for some of you but a treat for us)
Wash my filthy socks ‘Junior’: It’s like when you say “You are a bloodsucker” Helpless innocents, in 7th class washing our filthiest, muddy socks at 11-12 pm in night. [No sympathy, its a rule which can’t be broken]
Show the bum: The hockey matches, if you lose you gonna get some ass whooping and it hurt badly, man it was Nike@Butt.
Gay stories: ♂ ha, It's like everyone knew that Punani wasn’t a tropical fruit! Yet they asked for it!
♀: We didn’t have them there. But sometimes the gods were too munificent. Mayo, Welhams, Lawrence Sanawar, MGD, Vivek High (they weren’t hostellers so didn’t have the vibe), Lawrence Lovedale, The long legged lasses was surely great to see @ the campus.
Chatting wid housemaster: Believe it or not, but once we chatted with our housemaster (us being a chick) and that fucker fell for it. It was like the funniest day ever. We literally saved the conversation and sent emails around the school, not missing his email add. For the evening roll-call he didn’t come. Ha what a jerk!
Mission In-Possible: We always use to order dinner from Chawla’s.(once a month) Now the delivery boy had to come up to the fort but they weren’t allowed to come within the premises of the houses, he used to stand at entry of fort, which is abt 8 km away from our house. Now just to tell you every fort has a road which surrounds the whole fort.
At 9:30 in night the mission began with black t-shirts, black trousers, a torch and sticks.
3 people used to get food for the whole batch (about 20 people.Who would go was through inky-pinky ponky, though each person had to go atleast once in 1 semester)
Climbing down the motor pipe, from 2nd floor, jumping the wall with glass n wires stuck on them, creeping on the ground bruising ur body and face, cautious of the monitor lizards (Now, we had this 4-5 foot long lizards.. they were fucken creepy n slimy, would scare the crap out of you at night, we had sticks and torch for that)
Moreover we had to be careful of the school guards who were fucken honest. Then walk down bare-foot (coz the shoes-rambling-with-stones sound would alert the guards)
It was a fucken insane job. Considered to be highly dangerous!
Neway then once you reach the gates through that road, the guy used to stand at a fixed position, near the jungle surrounding teachers’ houses.
We used to run at this guy (coz our dress was so fucken weird) throw money; he throws food and back to hostel the same way.
Fuck it’s bin a long post man. I dunno how to end, but the thing is
Boarding School Rocks.
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