My best one for the last one...!!!

This is my last blog on our school days featuring our 10^th grade memories which obviously was the one of the best ones we had till now and I am pretty much sure that it will remain the best year throughout our life.  As always, a bit of recap, till now I flushed out all that was in my electric nerve impulses which were dying to reach out you guys which had all those moments till 9^th grade.  Of course those impulses were of my origin that means I wrote whatever I wanted to write and no doubt I miss what you guys want to express about all those days. We have discussed this all through our life but still it longs for it again and again. Leaving all those behind, We shall step into the last stage of our school life. The final step before we step into our teenage days I mean college days. The final step before we are left into this open world.

After two months of long holidays, we had to go back and start living this school life again. As always it took a few days to settle in. We had our own thoughts about the last year. Everyone was sad since this was the last year and was kind of worried or concerned about the board exams. But let me take this as a screenplay oriented memory trail back.

First day, I entered the premises with a sense of pride inside as we were the seniors for the school now. I watched over the L building with our class being L’ed out at the end of it. Both the sections were side by side at the end of the ground floor beside principal’s cabin. Again I took my place in the last bench alongside my as usual bench mates. Anand, Wasim, Sanjay and me. If I missed out anyone please let me know. This time again we had Mr.Rajesh to take care of us and his brother Mr.Shantesh to take care of the other section. As first few days of schooling will be spent in deciding the leaders, Mahantesh was chosen the school leader. It was chosen by the teachers itself. Shruthi was chosen among the girls. Now left with house leaders and the class leaders, I won the election and became leader of blue house and in the same way; Anand was the leader for green house and the other two houses were lead by other section guys. But interestingly all the four houses among gals had leaders from our section only if I remember correctly. Now left with class leaders, we had election for it again and I had to compete if not Mr.Joth would take up the post which our boys didn’t want to. (Apologies for joth but you know it was the case by then). Anyway, I stood for the election as far as I know every guy voted for me or that’s what they told me, But I couldn’t win the election and this time it was Sanjoth who had to monitor us. And the magic happened because of the other side who were the majority in our class. They outnumbered us by eight gals. So I was the subordinate for Sanjoth this time. In gals, they had a common consensus on Ms.Sindhu who didn’t face much of a competition and was chosen to lead gals. I don’t remember her subordinate.

And this time, most of us went ahead and joined Dani Sir’s tutorials. Most of the boys and girls from both the sections had the same idea. I also joined the same and it was very far from my home, anyway, I had my MTB to give me a morning ride every day and some of our class guys took the tuitions in vacation itself. So they had planned to utilize the year in self learning. As far as I remember we were capable of handling the concepts ourselves but you know the centric system of universe has always influenced the poor enveloping particles. In simple words, wherever gals are there, there will be the attention all the time and I don’t know about others, but I joined the tuition for same reason and there was also this fake fear of board exams and the overhead it carried on us all the time. So we used to attend tuitions in the morning and then school till 4:30. Then a bit of this and that until we sleep. Every day in school, Mr.Mahantesh was supposed to ask anyone of four house leaders from either boys or girls to go and hoist the flag. We had to go marching all the way to the flag post and hoist it. Throughout the year I did it only once. All the time, I asked my junior to do it for me. Anand had his funny march fast all the time he was asked to do it. Gals did it with all the elegance and grace they are gifted with. (exaggeration toleration required). So after the assembly meet, we went to our class. I forgot to mention we also had leaders for special committees. I was the leader for discipline committee by then. Anyway moving on, after the assembly meet, we went into our classes and then we had to do our prayers again and this time Ms.Sindhu took care of the proceedings every day. She would ask to stand first, hold our hands, close our eyes and start the prayer. Aanya(Anand) never closed his eyes and Nirya also did the same most of the times. I did it now and then, I observed most of the boys laughing while the prayer was going on and all the gals were as usual punctual and honest in their prayers especially with such a leader leading them. (Again exagerration toleration required). So after the prayers, Classes went on. Rajesh and Mr.Mutagi took care of science. Mr.Dani handled Mathematics. Shantesh took Social science. Bheemachari sir for English. Sudhakar for Kannada and Ms.Nalini for Hindi. Best of them were Hindi and English classes which never had its limit for fun. Where gals were restless to answer questions on English grammar and we used Nizam for all the occasions in each and every period which irritated gals so much that they even complained about it. But Sirs were always on our side which kept us unabated all the time. So the year went on, with all the fun and frolic, which was influenced by this last year emotions which we had inside us. Niranjan also brought the concept of oneness among the boys which has remained till now.

Again this year, I got recognized for lot of things which includes me winning in almost every elocution competition I went to compete, I used to go on stage every alternate week. Many juniors were baffled by it and honestly this is not an exaggeration. I also represented our school in Shot-put event and was captain for school Kabaddi team again. Sadly we didn’t win in kabaddi. But I was able to represent our school in district level in shot-put and I was the only single event winner in the taluk level from our school in boy’s side which also gives me a sense of pride.

So keeping aside such competitions, Let us come back to my one sided crush stories, as I have mentioned in my previous blogs. My usual crush continued in this year also, but already the intensity started to fade off since there was a no response situation going on from 4 years. So it was almost no crush situation in between until one day something else happened. Now let us jump into our tuition premises. Me standing by the side of a tree with something going on in this complex nerve cell mechanism of so called brain. In simple words, I was involved in some thought by the side of a tree and then suddenly something happened inside due to something which will be told now. I was just looking by and then there was this gal with a silky crimson white frock and a book embraced with folded hands walking with magnificent elegance and a hint of humbleness just to add the spice for the recipe with her head slightly bent down giving the look of a typical Indian most sought decent type. Man, this feels something new and feels a lot better than the usual dormant feelings I had for my old one and this is when I had my third fall into this jargon, I mean she became my third crush over all and my second in Koppal with a couple of infatuations here and there on other beauties. So my concentration was now on this gal, no one knew about this by then, so it went on inside here with its own explanations and inferences on every single hint of involvement from the other side. Honestly it is just an illusion all one-siders develop for themselves which is obviously silly enough if you look on a neutral point of view. But one-siders have their own brilliant vivid splendor inside them going on which their crushes will never get to know. So the same vividness was going on here also.

Now let us come back to school, moving on in the year, Independence day came and Nirya and some others had an idea of donating something from our savings to the patients of govt. hospital. We went ahead and did the same. I must mention we all felt great for that. We were also pulled on the stage for the same in the assembly; we were clapped at by the entire crowd. Sadly, gals weren’t involved and they didn’t take it lightly, they blasted us for the same. They went ahead did the same for next occasion that is October 2^nd, this time they also got the same treatment but not in assembly, during some event in auditorium. But Sudhakar, our kannada teacher had other thoughts which I will not elaborate. After a few days, we had science exhibition for all primary and high school students. All were to choose something to exhibit from either science, social, computers or mathematics. I honestly didn’t have any idea what to do. So my buddies Mr.Bulla and Mr.Samad had some ideas which they posed for me. It was about Heat engines which includes engines like petrol and diesel engines!!! Engines which are used to run any automobile. We went to a mechanic to get the details and a real working abstract model which could run and rotate the wheel which was stamped on a wooden board was prepared by the experienced hand (Mr.Bulla). I got the basics cleared from the mechanic and then I applied my own theory oriented approach for the same after which I understood how does petrol or diesel 2 stroke or 4 stroke engine would work. Then I delivered the same to all the visitors who came to the school. Honestly, I made my best effort to make people understand what I understood of the concept. I even had some misconceptions which were cleared by some scholars who came by. In simple words, I was completely satisfied by the exhibition of my model in the event.

So, the results came by, and sadly our team wasn’t even chosen for consolation prize. I felt humiliated that day. I got good feedback from the crowd but how come the judge didn’t get the point. And again we had this frog of the pond approach here. I was not chosen for prize because we didn’t have a hand-made model for the exhibition. I still don’t understand how he could expect a hand-made model for a petrol engine, wouldn’t we be scientists if we could do that..!Anyway those times are gone…!And then came the last picnic we were about to have in our school days. If I remember correctly we had three buses booked this time for the trip.

It was for Koodala sangama this time. It was awesome fun as always which we have cherished all the time. I wish this part to be explained by Rahul since all the intricate details are stored in his Database. But I remember Rajesh dancing everywhere without reason. We had an event in some garden where I was asked to act like chicken and I did so for which everyone laughed. All the teachers were desperate enough to impress Vijayalaxmi teacher. Even students were in the same race. Anyway I remember girls distributing while we had food and while travelling myself and my new crush exchanged some moments of fun which I still remember. So while coming back we were shuffled again and we had to sit some other buses. While coming back we also told all the teachers about our crushes and they said mine is my old crush since nobody knew the new one. So after coming back teachers were eager enough to make references to each guy and his crush in the class. I don’t know if gals knew about this. But we had our fun in class for the same. Especially when Rahul and Vinnu were referred with their counterparts.  After which we mainly concentrated on studies, with the festival of slam books going side by.  All the gals were courteous enough to offer us to write in their slam books. We were so childish at that time that we didn’t give our slam books to them, all were waiting for someone to start the process and nobody did and till now I regret myself for not asking them to write in my slam book and I am pretty much sure every other guy have felt the same. Anyway I had this habit of checking if I am the first one to write in the slam book and I would get very happy if it turns out to be true. And the same happened with my crush gal also. I was the first one to write in her book may be from boys and I was very much happy for that and I couldn’t stop myself from filling every corner of the page I was given to write. It feels very funny if I think of it now. She might also feel the same if she reads it.

In between we had a party decided for New Year which took place in Village restaurant which was outside our town. I remember 5 of us who sat in an Excel moped to reach the restaurant. After going there, we ordered for meals, I must tell that I was a kind of extremely conscience driven person by then. Some of my friends ordered for beer. I got bewildered for that. They didn’t inform me about this before. I don’t know why I couldn’t tolerate that. I finished my meal as soon as possible and left the place alone. Since it was outside the town I couldn’t have gone back to home without taking a lift. So I went asking for a lift on a national highway and finally some north Indians were courteous enough to offer me the same in their Indica car and then I reached home somehow. This is what my friends remember about that day. But let me tell the truth, I had told my mom that I will come home within 10:30 pm. Only after I agreed for this condition, my mom allowed me to attend the party. But it was already 10:45 pm when we got our dishes ordered. I was already afraid what would happen in home. So I left the place at 11:00 pm and when I went home, my mom was so angry on me that she quarreled with dad the entire day for allowing me to attend the party. Anyway, all the guys thought otherwise and were angry on me for many days after that party.    

So days went on and our preparations started picking up pace and I myself prepared with all the dedication I could come up with and then we wrote our exams with the blessings of parents. All went well. The same reflected after the results. For the first time, Our school had 14 distinctions. Rahul the right person to be became the topper followed by Shruthi and then Niranjan. Myself and Vinay took the fourth place. Interestingly all five top scorers were from our section which I relish even now. All the teachers were very happy with the results and parents also felt the same. I got highest marks in two subjects(Science and Social Science).Rahul got a staggering 99 out of 100 in Kannada. Anyway those were the days which still live inside us. Those were the days which gave me life time friends. Those were the days which made our life worthwhile and those were the days which will be missed throughout this busy meaningless life of us. With these words I will end this blog. I feel like writing on and on but you know it has to end at some point of time. I would be very happy if you guys can shed light on the moments which I might have forgotten to mention. Other than that, Will always miss you guys…!!Thanks for reading by the way!!!

           

My Nation, My Blood...!!!

Since, we are celebrating our 62^nd republic day; we had a function in our office yesterday where only selected batches were invited to attend. We didn’t know that it was not compulsory to attend, as always we do things only when it is a compulsion, anyway we went 2 hours early and waited for about half an hour before people gathered in numbers and then we were asked to sing songs, to speak or perform anything which relates to our nation. I must tell that I was very much impressed by all the performances that happened over there. Particularly, A fellow associate named Nakul sang a song in Tamil which was wonderful and then there was my own friend Salauddin Who sang, ”Mera mulk mera desh mera watan” from DILJALE(1996). He won my heart for his singing, his feel and his song and I also saw a video today filmed by BIG cinemas for Republic day which features “By birth deaf” children’s singing National Anthem posted by my friend in facebook. I feel awesome whenever people express their love for our nation. I mentioned all these details because it is the very same reason for which I thought of writing my own feelings for my nation in my blog.

Before we celebrate freedom or anything which relates to milestone events that happened in history, we must have a clear vision on why we are doing it. Freedom which we have got from Britishers is freedom from what? Is it freedom from tyranny? Is it freedom from their political rule on us? Or is it freedom to live the way we want to live? If it is the freedom to live then I think we have enjoyed too much of freedom. My parents have always taught me that Nation is the mother of all, only she can love us even though we spit on her with no remorse. I could never understand what we did in all these years of freedom. Did we spend all these years in just understanding the freedom itself or keep neglecting everything just because there is no one to question us anymore? I feel bad whenever I see people sleeping on roads, people begging anywhere and everywhere, people with strange diseases roaming places with wide open hands. Why is this still there even after these many years of freedom? I think it is because we could never understand how to involve public life in our life. We have always felt feeling proud for the nation is just a feeling and never a responsibility. We have kept our private life so private that nothing other than our family, our money and our properties should enter in it. This is the only freedom concept,which we have learnt and understood after these many years. 

I understand why this has happened for us, I remember a famous quote which says”You can’t preach an empty stomach!”  We have created a huge imbalance in our society so that one side people are finding ways to spend their money and on the other side there are people who are finding ways to fill their stomach. What if you go and say, “our nation is great, it has great history, great tradition, great this and great that” what concern can you bring from him? This is the very same reason from which we are facing problems like Naxalism and other Terrorist threats. They create terror because they have lived in terror or they are made to believe so by all those messengers of GOD.  I don’t know if you guys have thought in this way or not but we are facing so much problems only because we can tolerate and digest all those and even smile in spite of that because the father of our nation has taken patent for the nerve impulses or adrenaline rush of us, so that we never get the guts to face anything which is not right.

Only he is the strongest man who ever lived who can stand alone and face the roaring wave of the great sea falling upon him!!!! And he is definitely not our nation’s father. They were many other Herculean’s and Spartan's who fought for us and faced the wave of those moderates and white asses.(pardon my tone)I salute with all my gratitude and respect to such men who thought there is no life without the love for this soil.

I was brought up in a middle class family, again where we fought to fill our stomach as most of other Indians are fighting for. I don’t know with whom we are fighting because I still don’t think those upper class bureaucrats and greedy fat ass politicians were never the sons of this nation who could betray their own brothers and sisters just because they wanted fat asses. I have never felt bad or have never regretted for not having plenty of money and for feeling the pain of struggling for everything in life. I feel no remorse when I travel in general class of train or in any other modes of transport or any other thing that involves common people who are feeling the same pain as I am. In fact they are the inspiration of my Endeavor to create better lives for ourselves. It is only in distress we find motivation, it is only through pain, we gain, it is only in extremities, we create a difference.

I dream of a day when there is no class differentiation in train(like general class and 1^st AC), a day when there are no Tata, Volvo and Mercedes buses to show us the difference,  a day when there are no two things like kirana stores and Air conditioned Avenues to shop the same thing, a day when there is no more high class, middle class and low class society segregation, a day when people no longer die for brands like Ferrari, BMW more than TaTa and Maruthi, a day when people of other nations regret themselves for treating us like dogs,  a day when our country is treated as a magnificent country to live in, a day when movies like Lagaan wins Oscar rather than slumdog millionaire, a day when Indians love Lata Mangeshkar, AR Rehman, etc more than Madonna, Michael Jackson, etc, a day when I really feel proud for taking birth in this soil and breathing this air. That day I say “God, you are free to take me back anytime as my job is done here”.

I have been dreaming of change all the time and will continue to do so, I never regret for doing so even though people say it is hopeless to change anything here. It is my undying addiction not to accept anything that is wrong in my conscience for that matter. If I still die with no change what so ever, I will die saying “It was worth fighting for and there has never been a greater thing in my life than me being a son of Mother India”. Saare jahan se acchha Hindu sita Hamara, Jai Hind…!!!

Adolescence at its best!!!!

             This blog brings in my first two years of high school which is a continuation of my previous blog about school days. I felt really great after reading the comments which is why I have got this undying desire of continuing my writing about school days. So after completing our primary school education we all stepped into high school, uniform change, new looks, I think this is where vinnu picked up weight anyway we had stepped  into adolescence. So it is easy to guess of what we did in this year. Before that, this year we had new perfection of imperfection class teacher Mr.Savadi.

After few days of schooling, for the first time we had voting system to choose the class leader. Each had to vote for one guy and one gal. I and my crush gal were in this list of guys who stood for election. Voting happened and then surprisingly most of you guys voted for me and her. So after Mr. Savadi started reading my name and her name every time he picked up the chit, it was like lub-dub lub-dub inside here and of course I was smiling with a hint of blush in it. Anyway she had her empty expression as always. So we were new leaders and I had my tiny rejuvenating moments in being the same until Mr.Savadi left school and few things changed after that. 

             Our class teacher was also generous enough to express his life stories in free periods which were like typical Indian movies. The first one was about his experience in Mumbai and about a girl named Roops, sister of his friend. She got victim of girl trafficking and was sent to Mumbai and she had to face agonizingly serious problems which includes prostitution also. So he and her brother were the only ones whom she trusted and somehow he was able to save her from the tyranny. I don’t know if that story was true or not, if at all it was true, I feel sorry for the situation she had to face and I myself have heard of such real stories which have happened in this god forsaken place. Anyway I will keep such topics for my other posts. There was also another story where he was saved by a German shepherd while he was in some army camp. We have many such stories. Moving on, we started forcing him to narrate his stories in all free periods, where boys were usually sarcastic and I don’t know about gals, but I feel they were interested in his stories. After the first test I got very good marks in his subject, English. if I remember correctly,I got 23 out of 25 but others were shocked seeing their scores. He also praised my answers which propelled me to join his tuition. In fact it was a rapid learning stupid course. But I must admit I have learnt a few things which I still use while studying, so a hearty thanks to him for that. He also didn’t take much money in fact he used it to spend on us only. So I like him for that also.

Before diving in, Lets us come back to class, in our class, there was a student named Abdul who was Mr. Savadi’s favorite student. I don’t know why he failed him if he was his favorite student anyway may be we are dealing with a genuine non-Indian, nepotism free, case here. So he became friend of me as we both sat in same bench. We became good friends actually and we are still the same. After a few days, he went to a scout camp in Belgaum for 10 days and after he came back, we had a new Abdul, I mean one who couldn’t have been imagined by Mr. Savadi. The reason is, Belgaum is known for its gals and for their open friendly attitude. They are not what we used to see in Koppal. He went crazy after going there and of course that craziness spread into me too. After coming back the most honest and punctual guy in class became the naughtiest one and I being his best friend, by then, must catch up with him; which I eventually did.  Since I already had a crush gal, I couldn’t resist from mentioning the same to him. Sadly, she didn’t join rapid  learning stupid course instead she joined some other tuition. Anyway after that I remember myself invited for my crush gal’s best friend’s birthday for which I was so excited.that I went with two greeting cards for her birthday. I don’t know if I was mad or childish to do that. Inviting itself was a big thing to me. Abdul was not initially invited so he went directly to her home and said, “I am coming to your function today”. So invitation was extended to him also. But sadly my crush gal didn’t turn out that day. Funny thing is I went with goggles along with my Hercules MTB bicycle during night (Most hilarious moment of my life). Anyway after that, Abdul came home every day and we used to go rounds in his bike. Since he had two crushes at same time, we went in front of their homes and he used to horn and he had a unique tone for his horn so that they could know that he has come for rounds. We would go in front of my crush gal’s home also but only now and then. Anyway one day, He challenged me that he will make her call me, I couldn’t believe he would do so. I took the challenge. But he took the challenge seriously and went to her home and don’t how he convinced her, but the call came next day. I don’t know why such things always happen at a wrong time, I was having bath at that time and my dad took the call. So after I came out he informed the same to me and I went nuts. A gal calling home was like me marrying and eloping off in my home. So I softly asked what did she tell. He said "nothing much.!!" Then, I became so restless that I couldn’t wait to call back. So I waited until my dad went to bath and i called her back, but as always again at a wrong time. Her dad picked up the call, again nut situation cracked on me. I went numb and couldn’t even utter her name. He asked, ”who are you?”  I softly said “her classmate”. He said “She went to school already”. I disconnected the call very next moment.

The whole day I was wondering what to do; I thought of talking with her but the reaction from that side was as cool as always. Man, How strange this other side is, I mean gals. Anyway another incident I must mention, I think this was after Mr. Savadi left school. So one fine day, suddenly they switched sides of sitting arrangement. Somehow, this gal saw her name on wall and went mad. I don’t why she took the situation seriously, she was very much worried and everybody in the class was worried. Suddenly Mr.Bhosle, class teacher of other section and good friend of Mr.Savadi came to class and called my name. Entire class opened their third eye i.e. eyes of suspicion on me. I went outside and saw her standing with her friend. I went nuts again. I thought I am in a real fix now. I asked Mr.Bhosle why I was called. He asked me “do u know who has done this?”  i muttered inside,"Now this is my moment." Inner smile spread like fire. My nut expression changed and then I said, ” I don’t know as of now but I will make sure I will find the culprit”. But inside here it was like, "who might me that guy? Did I do that or what?". Because along with me they were many others who also had crush on her.

There is also another incident you guys might remember,”Kanth and his Heroics”. Anyway he used to discuss his crush story everyday with me since we used to go home together. I also shared mine with him. But sadly his girl didn’t take the situation easily, it became big case, she came and blasted him in front of everyone in class one day and he also got beatings from Mr.Bhosle for that. After that beating, he became soft.

We also had lot of fun in that rapid course of Mr.Savadi. One who came along me would know. This is also the year when I went to school with a bracelet like Salman of Bollywood. I also used brylcream everyday. This is also the year when I was tied rakhis by almost every gal in class except a few. I also remember when we got scolding’s for stalking on gals from Mr.Bhosle again in which myself, Nirya, Vinya, Undi were the main convicts or culprits. I don’t know who complained. Please let me know if gals reading this know about that. From that day on, our image was spoilt among teachers. This is also the year when we enjoyed a lot in Ms.Nalini’s Hindi classes. It’s feels sad that those days can’t come back. I also got acquainted with two new and awesome friends Mr.Bulla and Mr.Samad. I might have left most of the other things, anyway this is all which I can recollect for now and which I thought is worth mentioning.

After 8th grade was over with worst ever results possible for me, we stepped into 9^th grade. This year was the exact opposite of the previous one; I couldn’t digest my results so I completely forgot everything and went ahead with my full concentration on studies most of the time. This is also the year where I got close with Dr.Undi, who plays a bigger part in my later part of life. So this year again Mr.Dani was our class teacher, everything went perfect as he is. This year Niranjan was chosen our class leader. So he also kept things cool. He was a bit strict though and we had our differences in between. We took three years to keep aside such differences. Anyway he is my kuchiku friend now. I mean my lifetime friend. This is also the year when we got the feeling of oneness but only among guys. Anyway year went on and for the first time, I came third for the class in final exams. It felt great, I thought hard work eventually pays off…As some of you have insisted on keeping a separate post for 10th grade, I am ending this post here…!Thanks for reading by the way…!     

My School days!!!!

              As a continuation of my previous post, this post covers my school day memories..!So a bit of recap, In my previous post, i wrote about my schooling in shimoga till 4th grade.So this is about what happened after that. After leaving shimoga, i went to my home town, Koppal, Karnataka. Initially i was embarrassed to leave my birth city, My parents were also concerned. They thought my education at Koppal would not prove worthy considering the competition for getting good colleges in big cities. Anyway i had to leave and i got admission in SVEM School. Interestingly, previous school i left and the one i was about to join had same names. It was and is considered to be the best school in Koppal. On my first day, i was taken to the class by a senior teacher and introduced me to our class teacher. Then i was introduced to the class by him and then he asked me to take a seat. For the first time, i saw my new classmates. Everyone had their empty stares for me. I kept my lunch bag at a place and looked for a place to sit. I don't remember if there was no space or no one wanted to give space, Only one guy was courteous enough to give me a seat. So i went and sat beside him and I must say i am still grateful to him for that one simple act of courtesy to me. So i took my seat beside him and we exchanged gentle smiles and introduced ourselves. From that day onwards till he left school, he was one of my best friends. Anyway after three periods, we had an interval or break. So all were standing outside on the corridors, i went there and one guy from a group said to his friends,"Hey,he kept his lunch bag where girls have kept theirs!!" and then everyone in the group laughed. I was perplexed initially. In my previous school, boys and gals sat side by side in class,we had lunch together and here i was laughed at just because i kept my lunch bag where girls usually keep theirs and then eventually i understood the difference in the outlook, boys and gals had for each other. Anyway now,i have my lifetime friends from the same batch. That's how life is, It fills in just the moment we feel it is a void.

         So after my first day, i settled in slowly, eventually got new friends. My first class teacher was HS Dani Sir who is one of my favorite teachers. Although, He is one among favorites,we all had horrible beatings from him for our mistakes. All my 5th grade days went in my preparation for Sainik and Navodaya(both central board schools). I was the favorite student of our tuition mentor just because my dad paid the entire tuition fees before joining only. There also he used to beat hell out of students except me. Eventually i cleared the Navodaya exam but couldn't join because of some reasons. Anyway i had to continue my education in the same school itself. So I stepped into sixth grade. This year Rajesh sir was our class teacher. One who is valued for his true and honest care for his students which probably he has inherited from his father who impressed us like no other when we met him for the first time. So same studies continued, this year one noticeable thing was all the free periods were spent in playing quiz with again boys in one group and girls in other. 

          One day we were playing quiz, There was a question asked, anyway we couldn't answer, but after hearing the answer we felt it was wrong so everybody started shouting. Within the same context, i was also strongly opposing the answer but instead of opposing entire girls, I picked up one girl who sat in front of me and opposed only her. But she took it as a challenge and retaliated back until i curled back into my seat. And then i said to myself why did i do that? By the way i had my second fall into this perplexity. i mean she was my second crush in all and my first in Koppal. Now let us go back in time for a while. Actually i was sitting on last bench with my friends and she also sat with her friends on the bench beside us. Our class teacher used to pick most talkative girls and boys and used to give them privileged seats which was kept in front of other benches in right angle to the other ones. So she was given that seat for being one of the most talkative girls but in the boys side, only one place was left. So i had to compete for the same after which i gained my reputation and was promoted to the place in front of her. This was the prologue for the quiz incident i mentioned before. In simple words, Everything was planned to get the attention. Rest of the year went with the same telepathic stares and empty expressions..!

          So now,My 7th grade, This year SC Hiremath sir was our class teacher one who introduced me the first day. I was chosen to become monitor of the class,of course, from the boys side. This is where i clawed into my fellow classmates. I mean this is were most of my classmates got to know me. We had board exams the same year so had to consider studies seriously. Anyway can't move on without mentioning the quarrels we had for our sitting benches. Don't know if our managing committee didn't have money to buy good and similar seating benches for all or simply because they knew Indian minds who cant just do the same which we did in our situation. All the boys as always were given small and uncomfortable benches and all the girls vice-versa. So greediness couldn't wait inside us for much time. We came up with a plan of changing our benches by coming early to the school. The next day myself and few others came early to the school and did all the dirty work. No doubt i exchanged my bench with the bench where my crush girl used to it. I even had to convince my fellow bench mates that this bench is good than the others. It happened with other guys also. I mean all the other one-siders had same plans like me. So the day went by until lunch break  We used to have lunch in the play ground and girls in the class by then. So after we came back everything was exchanged again. All of us couldn't wait to bounce back. So this time we stayed back late after the school and did the same again and we had a more sophisticated plan this time. We divided ourselves into two groups mainly into messengers and pat-rollers. Messengers would have food in class and had to send a signal to convey the message if at all something was happening in the class.They were supposed to wave their kerchiefs if i remember correctly to inform us and pat-rollers in turn patrolled in ground waiting for the signal. If we got the signal, pat-rollers would group everyone quickly. Entire boys would start running into the class. All the other people used to wonder what is going on. Once inside class we would go and start pulling the bench from one side and they from the other and Most of the times we would win the tug of war. 

             I also became our house leader and also captain for our school kabaddi team. the same year. I also won my first elocution competition. We had our exams later. I also witnessed the way Indian teachers would let the board exams go by.(especially in govt. schools)I think in here,we will never get rid of nepotism and we will never move on. Anyway after that we got our results, Some of the nerds of our class felt i performed more than the expectation they had for me. Well, it was other way for me and then we had two months of holidays after which we would step into HIGH SCHOOL which i will continue in my next blog....!Thanks for reading by the way....! 

My first few years of schooling and kindergarten memories!!!

           Since i mentioned i will be blogging about my schooling seperately with dedicated posts for the same, i am bringing in my dormant old faded memories in this post. Well, Everyone starts remembering things right from the time our mind starts to percieve things as i remember myself dancing whenever i used to listen some music or even when i used to pose for pics and these are very old memories,probably when i was three years old but if i say the same to others they don't believe. They say it is only an illusion i have created for myself,but inside here they are as real as fake an illusion is.

         Let us stop generics and zoom on specifics. I spent my initial schooling in Shimoga, Karnataka. I got admissioned for a kindergarten near by my home. All the teachers were close to my relatives there. So there was a close supervision on me. Well, i was alright with my studies so close supervision didn't bring up shocking results. Soon after coming home i was given a full glass of milk by my grandma provided i complete my homework before going inside. Well then, after i complete my homework,i changed my clothing and would go visit my neighbour, Her name is Nischita. She is a year senior to me. She was my playmate by then and one more Nagarjun. But since she was my neighbour and a gal, i was compelled to run into her house as soon as i got ready. Since she was the senior she decided what was the play or game each day. She introduced classic indian fake family act which obviously i would not like to elaborate. I was also introduced to world wrestling federation(WWF). They also decided who should be my favourite wrestler,  i could choose only those whom they have not selected. So we were crazy about wrestling by that time. But agony would rush in when we would get our test results, I don't how she topped her class all the time and I was compared each time and as far as i remember i have never topped any class till now and then there was two days of silence. Mute stares exchanged everyday. My grandma used to tell she will read after she finishes playing with me where as i come home and sleep having a sumptous meal everyday. Well then eventually walls would break, again playmates would start playing. Last time i saw her was in 7th grade. Sadly i am unaware of her whereabouts now.

          

             I haven't started about my school life yet and of course i will not go with all the intricate details.I will mention some wonderful memories and incidents worth mentioning. Our school after kindergarten was SVEMS which was by the side of a flowing channel inside the city. Since it was by the side of it, snakes were the common visitors for our school. Every now and then we saw snakes sidewinding on the grounds of our school. Most of them were rat snakes or rough green snakes. Cobras would be VIP visitors, very rare but treated like no other. Once there was an incident, we were playing in the ground after which we got back to class, at that time,a girl in our class found a green snake in her bag which was later confiscated and sent to heavens for the treason of entering her bag. If you guys have seen rat snakes they are unusually long of about 2 metres in general and would create a dumbstruck expression on a 7 or 8 year old child at the sight of it in your play ground which happened with us also. As far as playing is concerned boys and girls used to play together most of the times and we also sat next to each other in the class which reminds me of an amazing cute story or rather an incident.
                
            This was in 3rd grade and there was this guy Mithun or ABC as we use. He was like a macho,stud or dude of our class. Good in studies and reasonably good looking and there was this girl Swathi or XYZ as we use. She was also cute or pretty by then. One day, i was sitting next to them. I remember ABC asking XYZ whom will she marry after she grows up. She humbly repied she would marry ABC. I was startled but you know i can't tresspass such conversations that too when our macho is hitting on someone. So they enquired about their ages and they fixed 13 years for ABC and 12 years for XYZ, i dont why they added 5 years to their actual ages and mine was discussed and they said my age is 10. i said ok. ABC officially nominated me as a brother of XYZ and i humbly accepted the offer. So the marriage was fixed and i was the nominated brother of a pretty gal sitting next to me which i obviously didn't want to. Anyway one day she left the school and went to bangalore and both were crying for the whole day. I might have also shed a few droplets which i don't remember.

           Impressed by the fact that this could happen in such age. I started liking a gal in 4th grade who used to sit in front of me, she was new to school. I was her new friend. Sadly i don't remember much about her except for once she brought a pic of her childhood for which i complemented her like no other for which she was very much impressed and then sadly nothing happened because the very next year i was sent back to my home town. i had to discontinue my studies in the same school and my first crush was left into air as i sailed in to my next destination which will be continued in my next blog....!Thanks for reading by the way!!!!

Pondering over my student life!!

             After being a student for about 18 years,I was out from being a raw aimless rogue to a more responsible individual. Student life as everyone says is a golden life but why is that everyone calls it like that, there must be a strong experienced background before making such an inference. Let me be specific,I started my student life in shimoga,karnataka and then continued it in many places to end in Bangalore,Karnataka where i completed my BE in Computer Science from VTU university. Well i can say a lot about all those phases of my student life,but let me keep it for my other blogs.Now i am in Chennai,Tamil Nadu working for TCS.

            I would like to share my experience as a student,what i understood of learning and all those years i spent in doing the same. Student is one who is willing to learn which he is yet to learn. The word willing comes with an huge overhead which has lot of others meanings attached to it. An individual as word itself says is like no other,everyone has their own outlook of life which builds from the environment they grow in,the experiences they come across and the care showed by their caretakers. I live in India, so my experiences are built with the culture and tradition we follow here. Who decides what is yet to learn, a student or his caretaker or one of those all time scholars who believe in themselves more than anything!!! I believe it all happens just like that, by the time we get to know what happened with us,time would have swept across us and all we do is wonder and ponder on those spent times. No doubt, it was the same for me too. But i always dreamt of what would be my life if i ever lived it the way i wanted it to be, Would i be wandering in roads in search of some job now?Would i be in home planning some huge project which would create a new sensation around the mass or Would i be busy playing some sport with thousands witnessing my finesse. 

            Well after all those dreams,I come back to real world where i sit in front of computers writing some obscure lines which only this man made machine can understand. I even wonder sometimes Is it human who made computers or computers themselves came into this world through us? Anyway, I miss learning as a student more than anything else though i am a still a learner, i should now learn by myself and i myself should decide what is yet to learn which,of course,will set the path for my life. I miss all those simple mistakes i did, all those small steps i took, all those crazy childish solutions i had for problems. Fun itself cannot exist without childishness and I miss being a child..!