Remember?
It amazes me. Add astounds and bewilders to that as well. I am a legendary procrastinator (I am and you will never take that from me). I have an English research paper due in 3 hours and here I am writing another blog post. And that too about school…
Ok. Lemme be honest. When I was in school, I so wanted to get out of there. Like many a sophisticated thinker, I considered it too lame and couldn’t wait to taste the real world. Well honey, the real world ain’t sweet at all and it has bitter plastered all over it. Among various bouts of nostalgia I kept getting reminded of my last year at school. CLASS 12 D. The batch that had been named the most notorious ever because it was the exact opposite of what it had been meant to be. To those confused, D section in SFS is supposedly considered the “cream” of the school. The ENGINEERS! But our particular batch was known to be full of nut jobs and sociopaths hell bent on breaking the stereotype! I mean how do you explain 3 class suspensions per month? 
The year began with me pretty sure on one thing. Screw IIT! I’m out of this country! America here I come! I remember being filled with this restlessness to leave the country. I left Brilliant after 2 months cause I was too bored and considered it useless. Truth was that I was too lazy and too stupid to realize that. This plus my interactions with certain species of the opposite sex had me pretty screwed up.
But I don’t wanna think about all that. Those are the bad memories. The good part was the hanging out in Class 12. Me and my group of around 8-10 guys were labeled “troublemakers” by every teacher possible. We were funny, crazy, devilish and hormonally charged teenagers raring to do something new and supposedly funky each day. If it was pelting chalks during Physics, then so be it. Or maybe ripping apart every single newspaper by throwing them at the fans and laughing manically whenever we hit bulls eye(Missing was kinda difficult but some still managed to do that). Or breaking test tubes in the Chemistry Lab and making all the Lab asses go crazy. And I can’t forget all the last minute lab work that we finished and all the times we went begging around for lab coats. Personally, I remember the verbal duels I had with my English teacher. She had this ability to rip apart many of my friends with her wit and wise cracks and I loved stepping up as their advocate. She was right most of the times but common- we were rebels who wanted to question most things just for the heck of it. I remember how many in the group developed crushes on girls they had made fun of earlier and how sometimes we got polarized depending on our opinion the chick. I remember we would stand up for each other in times of crisis. I remember when we all went crazy gambling among ourselves when the IPL started. We all soon realized that the only thing happening was us getting bankrupt. I for one swore that I would never try it again unless I was assured of winning or the games was rigged in my favour. 
Each Day was a journey , a new experience. We fought, we reconciled.
What I love is that we were free. We wanted to fight the system. That urge to break free and become part of something new and refreshingly different. Now as I sit surrounded by strangers in this land far away from home, I feel trapped in something less meaningful. I agree that to many people the instances described above might seem deviant or borderline vandalism/hooliganism. But we were happy and the word couldn’t stop us from being just us. To any of those brothers of mine who I inconspicuously left behind, I hope we meet again comrades. I hope the world doesn’t curb our spirits. I hope each one of you turns into the renegade you were meant to be.
I left without a word to most of them. I almost cut contact without saying goodbye. I guess I just didn’t know what to say. Or maybe I was a coward as usual. I just wish we could all go back to that Gallery we sat on during lunch time and discussed just about everything. Or I wish we had another P.E. period where we could play volleyball and make fun of each other and cheat horribly to win. We grew up together and now life is soon taking us all away to a different place all together.
I’m not crying you fools. I just miss having the fun we had.
Maybe this blog post is for you. Or maybe it’s for my satisfaction.
Vaya Con Dios
