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 9th 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…!
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