Bunch of Brats...

Often I sit back and recollect some really witty things we did as students in class.

"Stand up! Out of my class..."

Do not be mistaken by my out shown cruelty, but oh! how wonderful it was to see someone get punished!"You..Bunch of Brats!

Teachers often put me and my accomplice (Much more wittier and cruel at ragging than me) in different sections to escape deleterious circumstances.

At school, I wouldn't say we were absolutely unaware of the teacher falling off the chair, but after all we were patient enough to wait till she screamed her throat out for help. (Not to mention what her reactions were after the happening!)

We- so decent beings, did try really hard to giggle as less as possible when a teacher ate away the chocolate along with the wrapper. Since then we swore never to give any teacher a chocolate with such transparent wrappers!

Our poor tummies had such a tough time after we rolled with laughter for so long!

Oh yeah, we did commit sins like making little less decent students (than us) to get out of class, trap them for allowing the teacher teach each day, showing up everyday with regular homeworks. Although we were grateful to them at times for letting us copy that work called "Home" work (never supposed to be done at home).

We were always dignified at school. Even if asked to get out of class for making mischief, we stood smartly dressed, head up, chest out in class..

You may say how considerate of us with respect to the rest of the class, but as Charles Dickens once mentioned in one of his plays "Benevolence is my business!"

Not to forget our generosity in forgiving teachers who came our way and showed bravery in getting drenched themselves, deviating our fellow target in the so called "Water fight". But..Mind you...We always kept our cool..

And so I say, we were how unrighteously called...Nothing but a "Bunch of BRATS!"

Taken for Another Ride...

...in the shuttle!

Is it always inadvertent that I happen to be seated next to a strangely smelling guy?

Does the volume of the person screeching his wit out on the tuner never seem to slow down?

How can eleven people possibly fit into a small stuffed stinky van?

Do people remember to jam all telephonic networks only when they are on their way to work?

Why is the probability of a door opening up midway pretty high only when I am seated next to it?

Why do roads suddenly seem to be in an atrocious condition when I am inside the van?

When exactly can I find a decent looking shuttle??

Sipping Coffee...

At 10 past 6 on a Tuesday morning: Wake up alarm! A loud groan. Stretch arms, sorrowfully negate any possibility to get back to bed and sleep a moment more, switch off alarm and make the tremendous effort to get up!

Sob Sob Sob! :(

Lazily brush teeth still trying to find opportunities to shut eyes as much as possible. Open the window: RAIN!

Feel even more pathetic to the thought of going to school and tuition so early in the morning. Self pity increases to find neighbour (brother, sister) sleep comfortably on the cosy bed (where I could have been) ...

Curse self, sip coffee. Look out of the balcony. Water logging. Discover sudden increase in the heart beat. Enchant secret prayers to God to make it rain ever harder. With crossed fingers, call school. Tring ring... Tring ring...

Wait for what seem hours... Finally, another cursed person picks up the phone. Cursed for having to work in such weather. The voice on phone says: School closed!!

Jump a little, wish to wake up the house to announce the news, secretly laugh out (devilish) to the sleeping section of people. Take the coffee and book in hand, bounce back to bed!!

A perfect start or a perfect end??

Anyway, And here this is...Envy news for all those in dire need of holidays!