Dear Blyss
I have always noticed that life has this weird way of screwing one completely and perfectly…here I am, around what…4000km away from home?? And fate aint helping me at all!! I have managed to screw up both my sessionals… there are a million things that I haven’t yet told ma…like shifting back to common room (god knows why, since I’m perfectly sure that its one of the reasons that all my papers fetched single digits), then those amazing marks, then the fact that I haven’t changed my mess.,..So life now is pretty much the biggest mess I have ever encountered and that’s saying something, considering the fact that I have always managed to win the Miss Messy of the Year Award… Then there is my class, which appears uber-cool but sometimes tends towards extreme chilliness due to its entire lack of warmth and friendship… Despite it being 99% filled with guys, none of the losers seem to notice three utterly vulnerable girls sitting in their midst, one of whom is very eager for friendship (pure unadulterated friendship, mind it). Or maybe they have noticed, just don’t have the balls to come up and start a healthy interesting conversation… Jesus knows how I’m gonna manage from next year without even Shilpi nagging beside me all the time… This is one big issue in my life right now.
Then there is this surmounting peer pressure … I mean, dude, is this supposed to be our college life??? Coz if it is then it aint worth all the hype…Honestly school was so much better…we could bunk classes at our own free will…lol…I remember how me, Pinky & Ayo would all three pretend to be ill and go to the sick room and squeeze (all three of us!!) into one of those tiny cots there and would either chat or eavesdrop on the teachers’ conversations going on right next doors in the staff room… and if this happened sometime just before break all sorts of tantalizing aromas used to waft in and we, like the three foodies that we were and always would be, would go like yummmmmmm!!!!!!! Talking about food, how could I miss out those eternal tiffin breaks…25 mins long but we used to stretch them on and on for half n hr at least…of course we hardly would be caught eating our own food in the tiffin break…our stuff was finished the moment we entered the class…and beside there was always the same old “grass is greener on the other side of the fence and choc.cake tastes better from Priyanka’s dabba” wala funda… Oh and of course those chocolate cakes!!! Didn’t they taste the best ever when we three were munching on them, trying to talk with our mouths full of crumbs, and then hurriedly trying to swallow incase the teacher noticed… specially Guhasarkar whom we renamed Hagusarkar (non-bongs will probably be scratching their heads here…keep scratching…I don’t intend to shed any light upon your ignorance!!) Man, wasn’t she a total witch…her wicked glinty eyes and weird crooked teeth and that evil smile with her (ahem!) short yet VERY noticeable stature…scary…simply hated her… Then was the honored Vice Principal of our institute…a.k.a. VP..who for some strange reason was our biology teacher…nobody has yet unraveled the secret as to why was she given the important responsibility of implanting young minds with biological trash… I mean she didn’t even know biology ka B…let alone the remaining alphabets!!! Honestly I knew more than her…but no complaints there..we used to get a much required time off during her period, when she used to read out some one else’s bio notes that she has stolen, from one end of the class, or in other words used to sing us soothing lullabys… I don’t remember being awake in a single class of hers…being the teacher’s favorite has its advantages (courtesy Ratnajit Sir’s tuitions). Then there was our adorable Pritha maam..our chemistry teacher, our saviour in chemistry and what not…thanks to her my 40% attendance miraculously soared up to 85% and nobody knows how!!!! Then there was our physics teacher JB (dunno the full name, blyss) whose voice never even reached the first row, let alone us last-benchers… then Chaaki Maam (our immensely vast beng teacher), whose periods we used to pass in sheer wonderment by staring at her and trying to figure out what could have happened to make the damn woman so bloody fat!!!
“oh when I look back now, the summer seems to last forever
And if I had a choice, oh yeah I’ll always wanna be there
Those were the best days of mah life”
Seriously in the short life that I have lived, those 2yrs were by far the best days of my life…