6+1

Vanakkam makkals, this is SR. Thanks for the love you have expressed towards me and my writing. Here comes, the second one.

The happiest feel in our school days was getting free periods when a teacher is absent. It made us feel happier than the happiness in taking leave and staying home.

Yes, our free period- obviously the time to change the class room into a playground or a

canteen, and what not? My Nanbas and I used to be ready with paperball and writing pad while the others make themselves busy with hand cricket. The girls used to gear up for their  low-budgets singer show. Rustling sound of biscuit packets and chocolate covers, and the loud sound of opening snacks boxes, were the live background music to this scenario. All these were executed inside the classroom, while the doorstep was under the surveillance of

my buddies. Suddenly, they raise their voices, warning us to take our seats.  we run back to our seats as fast as a lightning and settle down calmly as if nothing had happened.

Our sir entered the classroom with a big smile on his face. My boys and I already knew clearly that he had shocking news for us. He walked to the board and took a dustless chalk from his pocket and wrote 6+1 on the board . He looked at his with the same smile and I asked him “Enna sir aapaa?”. He replied “Obviously daa”. Then we came to know that the number  ofworking days had been extended to 6+1 days . Yes, our favorite Sunday became working day, which meant that we will miss all our late night Saturdays, Sunday morning sleep hours,Sunday morning’s “idly and mutton gravy”, Sunday's "top 10 movies”, and all “varum nyayaru

kaalai.. “shows.. All our happy faces turned dull but his divine smile remained the same.

But Sunday classes were the best part of our school memories.. Sundays were quite uniqueyou know. We never rushed in getting ready to school and still had the Sunday laziness in us. Attendance never crossed 90% and teachers were never that harsh to us. All these made us feel that Sundays were the best ones.

Classes start with the same dullness and the teacher used to try to grab our attention, while  the “tea akka” is much faster in grabbing the attention of teacher. Then, obviously it's break for us.. Sundays at our school used to be very beautiful. The corridor and the classes will be empty, Staff rooms remain locked; the chirping of birds along with the echo of our voices made us feel as if we were in the best place.

We again come back with full energy; not because of the short break but because lunch is one  hour away. Lunch breaks on Sundays were also special because our tongues get the blessing to taste different varieties of food from different people. What's more surprising is, we get to taste the biriyani from our teacher's boxes too. When half of the class used to fill their stomachs, the rest enter on a mission to convince our teachers for the afternoon fun.

Sunday  afternoons  were always play hours for us. Believe me! It was real play time. Hand cricketers used to transform into real cricketers on ground. Those singers and their friends enjoy playing different games. Sometimes our teachers also joined them while we, the boys,

had some other ideas……

Let us see those in upcoming blog. Until then, keep singing 

“Ooho Ooho……. adhu enga raja

kaalam…… ooho ooho…”

One life. Keep loving. Will meet you all soon…

Antha naal nyabagam....

Vankkam makkals , this is me SR writing.. sorry! sorry! Trying to write a blog.

“Andha naal nyabagam”- this is neither a story nor a novel… This is just like running into our good old memories.. The memories that melt our eyes.. The memories that make our cheeks red… The memories that still look colourful and pleasant.. Yes,our school memories.

Let us get into it. 

Our school is neither gigantic nor beautiful by appearance. But for us it is heaven. A three-storeyed building with its windows facing the beautiful western ghats….. The morning sun kissing you…. And the chill breeze…. This moment will make you feel as if Harris is on guitars behind you.

It was a new day, new class, new start.All my buddies had reached the classes a bit early, and I, the most favorite one entered into the class, which had a perfect hill view location. Though I had dimples in my cheeks and smile on my lips, I entered with a small fear about our new class teacher. Since it was a new day, teachers didn't come earlier as usual. I sat in the last bench seat that was already reserved for me by my machans. Yes,I am a backbencher.

We were interestingly sharing our holiday experiences.. Our class was the noisiest class in the whole campus. Hope you can imagine how noisy it would be. Then, it was time for our class leader ,"NOODLES MANDA" of our gang, to take responsibility in holding us calm.

Our class was a quite different one. While the entire school had certain rules to follow, we had our own . You may think that we should have been the worst students in the school. If you think so,then its time to proudly reveal that we were the best class award winners.

Our gang is an unique one. We always used to stay in the corridors and auditorium, neither for punishment nor for performances,but just to bunk classes in the name of volunteering. All functions in our school used to be under our control, Yes, functions often take place in our school. Though we did it for fun, gave our best with full passion. This raised the fame SR in the school. Yes, I am the organizer for all those events.

Interesting events, Attending classes, corridor talks ,more and more fun moved our days….

But nature never wants spring all times….

Yes we too had some bad times…. 

And many fun events which gave us beautiful shades of happiness… Let us see all those in the upcoming blogs. Until that keep singing “Ooho Ooho.... Adhu

enga raja kaalam..... ooho ooho…….”

One life. Keep loving. Will meet you all soon...