okay.so my mind is not exactly working right now.but i can tell i am suddenly missing school after,what,nearly two years?
and its weird.because i really didnt feel a thing after i left it.and except for that ineffable feeling that kind of wrenched within me a couple of times when i was walking past rabindra sadan,i practically lost the attachment with that grey building.or so i thought...
i was never into science or mathematics.who am i kidding,i sucked in maths.big time.the teachers loathed me.and the feeling wasnt unreciprocated.my secondary school life was therefore not exactly eventful.i was an average kid with average grades.
plus two,in that sense,was one helluva roller coaster ride.we were given the classroom in the farthest corner on the topmost floor.and i had some of the happiest days of my life in that classroom.it was probably the geographical positioning of the class,the fact that it was virtually cut off from the rest of the building that intrigued me the most.and i dont know why but uncannily i would keep saying "ekhane kono khun holeo keu jante parbena"
the P.G hospital dormitory was right next to us.and it would be an understatement if i said that the place was stinky.yet,god knows what she got in that stench,our english grammar teacher would listlessly gaze out of the window for all the days she taught us.
the room had a swing door(i am hoping it still has),and i remember precisely how we purposely banged it open everytime we were to pass through it.
and then one fine morning when we were having a free period and the adjacent science section was in the midst of a chemistry class,i started "bam bamming" my heart out until my vociferous "bam bamming" was silenced by the chemistry teacher who demanded the name of that person letting out that queer sound.as to why i suddenly had that overwhelming desire to mimick bambam (of flinstones'fame)on that auspicious morning,i never have been able to figure since.*sigh*
the girl who sat next to me(its weird how i referred to baijayanti as the-girl-who-sat-next-to-me,but then i have my reasons) was a nerd.she still is.it will shake the living daylights out of me if i ever realised that she is no longer one.she was one of those people who studied during lunch breaks,was dishevelled and forgetful in that nerd einstein-ish way.and if you studied her bag,you could have fished out a dry chowmein strand-she was that messy.
and then there was amrita,who most people referred to as 'oxy' after allegedly one girl called her "the oxygen of her life'(incase you are still wondering,yes,our school brought lesbianism to kolkata).anyway,oxy or amrita,whichever way you like it,was one major giggler.she was really happy and content with her life in general,i believe,because she just couldnt stop giggling especially when mrs. saha,our bengali teacher took our class.amrita would giggle away to glory which landed us into major trouble one too many times.but then,mrs. saha was worth laughing at,you'd argue.very true.a lady who married some good many times so much so that we lost count of her husbands after a while,she was definitely a phenomena.but even we kept our humour in check.poor amrita,she never could.and the more exasperated mrs. saha got,the more amrita smirked.and so it would go on till the bell rang and the teacher scurried away in fury.
then ofcourse you had suchi who brought chicken sandwiches to lunch.and i bet half the class was pally with her just to grab a bite from her sandwich!suchi and i fell in and out of love with a zillion people we had never talked to till she hooked up with that radio guy(!!!)and from what i have last heard,she and 'double-d' are still in
lurbh with each other.
there are a zillion other stories i could tell you.about how sanda was madly in love with eating,how our class teacher told us stories about her doctor and how handsome he is and about how the assistant headmistress once called us morons and how the class didnot say a word against it because they didnot know what it meant...but then that would be too long a story.