Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Booyakasha

Memories......of A division :)

The old class photos of A division. Got a really bad memory cant remember which is from which class though.

Some class....students, the Hag and the crazy dude.. the sight of these two brings back bitter memories......




some other class

still another class

yet another class


This one i know 12th.....

Friday, November 30, 2007

And In Our Hearts, There Was A Song....


Personal Comments: Longest damn song of the whole lot, I felt. (The song we sang was bigger than the one above. Remember the number of repetitions of the first stanza...). Deadly combo: Singing this in the scorching summer heat...
Fav Song: The Sanskrit song that started off with 'Om...Sangajathwam, Samvajatwam...' or something like that. Short, sweet and a tad bit exotic.

P.S. Didn't the School Pupil Leader use to command us like:
' Prarthana ke liye tayyaar ho jao
Prarthana shuru kar'
or was that my mind playing tricks on me?

Hey guys, check this out. Seems like our library has entered the 21st century. Pretty decent site, that too:

http://librarykvpattom.wordpress.com/principals-message/

Thursday, August 30, 2007

reunion 06

no activity 4 a long time... so here's my contribution...

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Fear of Failure

The day for filing nominations to the various undoubtedly 'coveted' posts was closing in. I,as usual, was in two minds....'To file or not to file'.I did, for the post of 'Deputy Discipline captain'. The few people who knew me well were not really astonished. But the fear of losing the battle against so many popular contestents did scare the wits out of me. I almost decided in the deepest of my mind that anybody,but I, could win.

The girl that I am, I decided to stay back at home and listen to the bad news from my friends instead of witnessing the humiliation live. The day of voting was over and the phone rang....
My friend told me she had a good and a bad news for me, and as is common in movies,she asked me to pick one.I asked for the bad one first. She said one of my closest friends had lost out in the race for 'The deputy school school captain'. I must say it was unexpected.That sure was bad news.The good one was next.No prizes for guessing this one,yup,i had won!!

But the biggest blow came when the statistics were revealed...my friend had lost coz of
ONE VOTE!!!!!!. The remorse lingers on........

Saturday, July 28, 2007

The Path of Righteous Men...(& women..)

Friends, It's very encouraging to see that our blog is finally ready and on it's way ahead. I hope that all of us could share the happy & sad experinces we had @ school.....

I'm feeling myself drained of one topic to start with...anyway...I'm sure my friends won't feel the same void, when it comes to fun @ school...Only dorks feel that trouble...:)

Let us Join hands to make this a bteer place to 'scrap' in.......

End Game

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. However, inspiration has been drawn from real life events. My tribute to the War Forgotten.

The first rays of the sun barely visible over the quadrangle, the dampness of the morning drizzle still lingered in the air. Morning assembly was still an hour away. Not much time left, but clearly that the organizers had everything under control. Lookouts were already posted to watch for any teachers who might feel that they had to see what was going on. And a little chai and biscuits goes a long way towards getting the peons to turn a blind eye.

This was it. Battle royale. Today we would have a new GrandMaster Penfighter.

The tournament had begun two weeks ago. Group tables were quickly drawn up, the organizers making sure that the amateurs would quickly be weeded out. The qualifiers were brutal and a cleanup squad had to be assigned after one of the teachers questioned us about the broken remains of Reynolds and SticEazy's strewn all over the floor.
Lunch hour was when our battles took place. Barely taking the time to chew, the tiffins were quickly disposed of. By the semifinals, lunches were skipped altogether in favor of starting the fights early.

The finals were to take place yesterday, but as luck would have it, a strike was called by the All India Youth Organisation (AIYO), in protest against the recent heavy downpours (and strangely enough, the weather has been unusually pleasant since yesterday evening). And today, being the last working day before the exams, would be a half day. No lunch hour. The finals had to happen, and now.

Inside the classroom, the table was already set up and the refs were giving the pens the once-over to make sure they were within regulations. The two pens couldn't have been more different. The champion's pen, the now famous 'Goliath', was of a foreign make, a sleek body made of 3 mm thick stainless steel. Difficult to get it moving, virtually impossible to stop it once it did. The challenger's pen, imaginatively named 'Gecko', had already made a name for itself in the penfight circuits. A custom job having specially treated rubber bands resulting in a grip that gave credibility to the Fevicol ads.

The losers' finals had concluded some time ago. It was a no contest, really. Turned out that one of the contestants had been competing with his father's pen, and on discovering the purpose for which it was being used for, he was quickly stripped of its possession, thus leaving him no choice but to fight with his run of the mill AddGel. It would have been easier if he had just thrown in the towel.

It was time. The refs were announcing the start of the match. The champion would do the break off. The challenger seemed confident, but just as he was placing his pen on the table, a slight, almost imperceptible tremble. Might have missed it had his pen not magnified it so. Was the match already over?
The champion broke off. The challenger studied the position, his fingers twitching at his pen. Then seeming satisfied, he bent down for his first strike.

And in the corner of my eye, I saw one of the lookouts waving frantically...