From Dawn to Dusk. Part III

APRIL 2001 Class 3 was also much the same, but with a few incidents worth mentioning. I met one of my to-be best friend, Riddhi. Though we both talked less, but got to know each other. We went on to be the most famous three-best-friends of the school, along with Tanmoy, (aka Tomy), whom I met next year.
Also, there was a cute looking girl in the class with an unique non-Bengali accent. And something special that caught the eye among the crowd..... ;)




At that time in the class, talking to a girl was considered like breaking the rules of Bible. And high level things like LOVE was only a mere concept.
By some weird coincidence, it happened that one fine morning, her rubber fell from the desk and bounced all the way to under my desk. Trailing it, came the owner, & asked something in her peculiar accent. At that time, I was still learning Hindi, and her accent made it impossible for me to understand anything. After asking thrice, she gave me a why-do-God-send-such-dumb-pieces-to-earth look, & went inside my desk herself, picked up the rubber and went back to her desk. I was still in a state of shock, trying to figure out what was happening :|


I took two lessons from the incident,
1. Rubbers do bounce a lot
2. I've to learn Hindi better


Just at that time, sections were divided.  I was in A, & she went to B. Though Riddhi remained in B (& I met him after that Great Division)
This section distribution remained the same till class 9. Being an introvert batch, we didn't interact with the other section students, and the two sections grew up totally differently, almost became two opposing groups with opposite attitude and thinking.
I never saw that girl again in the big crowd, & forgot about it. But destiny probably had marked the two of us in a long term plan. And my next chance to test my Hindi vocabulary came 6 years later..
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In the later part of the year, I took admission in another school, Sri Krishna Mission. But after a short time of 3 months, came back to my own school. As the long distance bus journey and strict attendance rule was beyond what my weak immune system permitted. The days at SKM were quite a mess, I somehow couldn't adjust with the atmosphere there, & everything felt so foreign.
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In the final result, some girl stood first, and I was third with 92%, behind Bishal.

From Dawn to Dusk. Part II

The so called education system in India...

April 1999. It was the April fools' day; ironically our session used to start on that very day every year. Being the first day of school, my thoughts were a mixture of anticipation, fear and excitement. I sat at the first leftmost bench, with a window by my side. It was something I always preferred throughout the 12 years, & even now....

From Dawn to Dusk. Part I

March'99 It was that time of the year when the weather makes everything feel more beautiful. A slight breeze, and a bright sunshine that felt rather soothing.


I was sitting in the staff room with my parents. Being an  admission day, there weren't any teachers around, only a handful of parents & their children waiting for the serial number to be called...

A new beginning...

It's been quite a while since I last worked on maintaining my own blog. My first blog PhotoPlay is totally a mess now, it was hacked by some weird company named "wallheaven", then the javascript codes I used from Google Codes have also become corrupted due to some strange reasons... Probably a part of the tragic events that happened to me in those last two years.

Ahh well, who cares! I'm back now, with better knowledge and experience. And ironically, with all the happening, both good & bad, life has been quite interesting.