May 11, 2011

LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL –MEMORIES TO CHERISH (#3)

DSC03331Ah! How could one forget the physics lectures of Sujata mam? She used to teach us from a SSC textbook, for no one to understand this; she had covered the book with a newspaper. We used to think that it was some very effective IGCSE book until we could peep in at the contents and the name of the book. She told us that there was not much theory in physics. All we had to do to master the physics subject was to solve some petty sums [from the SSC book].DSC03291

There is a repute of the air conditioner never working in our class. Let it be any class we were shifted to. The class’s AC would stop working within a day or two as soon as we invaded. God knows why it used to happen but for the girls especially, the odor of boys perspiration used to freak us out. YUCK!!! Mostly after the sports lectures they class used to stink. Well specifically to mention the top guys of our class, Maalav, Parshav, Parshva, Urvin and so on were the ones to stink the most. You would just feel disgusted if you would go even 10 yards near them. On top of that they would hug each other in this pathetic condition. You would vomit…
  
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Last Days of School - Memories to Cherish (#4)

Well I cannot ever forget the copying incident where I had helped Neha copy. The method was an extremely advanced technique and immensely a techno-freak….we used the SMS [short messaging service] to communicate. She was caught by Sujata mam who was actually just behind her and saw her type a message. She was taken to the library for enquiry by Ganga Mam and Mahalakshmi Mam. She just told that she was typing for her own sake.


My cell was with me till then as she had not disclosed that I was helping her. But as they took her cell in custody and went through the previous messages they found out that I was the one who was helping her. Now, even I was in the scenario. There was no evidence in my cell phone because I had used some COMMON SENSE and deleted all the messages immediately. She was deprived of this common sense and never bothered to delete the messages. I was trapped too. And on top of that girl she accused me in front of Ganga mam that I was the one who copied. what the fuck???? Is that how one pays for your generosity?????

Then Ganga mam asked me why did I do such a thing. Well, I was speechless. I had no words to say [nobody would have had]. We were made to write a letter to Sir, describing of all that we had done. I hesitatingly wrote somehow though my hand were trembling. We were taken to Varadarajan Sir. He was very upset with me. I could make that out by the look on his face. He was annoyed. It was the second gross mistake of mine in the school. I was now included in the list of mischievous students. It was a damn embarrassing moment for me.

I requested sir to not inform my parents that day because we had a family function. He was kind enough not to do that that day but my phone was confesticated. I had missed one of the most important events of my schooling because of this foolishness of mine. My house Saturn was in the finals for the inter house football competition. And I was supposed to be playing as the captain of the house. We had cent percent chances of winning the competition. Because I didn’t turn up, my team mates gave in and did not play. We had to suffer some negative points. All this happened because I helped a girl in a petty monthly test. I seriously repent for this event.