Excited, anyone? 

Crooks

A full day of school tomorrow.
Really? YES.
Whoa.
Didn't think that would happen.

Anyway
You will be surprised to know, that
it really works, if
you try reading a book with "your heads down" and your "finger on your lips"
if
you have a
(very very) badly stitched brain.

Well well well
Now look who's issuing books...

A: Crooks

 

Knock Knock.

It's been quite some time now. Checking to see if anyone else has blogged. And then same old facebook. Same old news feeding...
...
School gives over early now.
Doesn't mean there's less to see.
After more than a month of school-lessness, there's more, in fact, for my eyes to photograph/trap/feed on.
More. Than ever.
Also considering that there won't be much left of all this, really.
A little egocentric, but I still think we're way cooler, our class.
Not because of our desks or manners or diversity or groups.
Because i don't know why. Just let me stick to it, for now, will you?

So,
I saw,
Displacement reactions,
Claustrophobic students laughing about their claustrophobia,
Potentially-asthmatic people,
Rehabilitation.
(Without much compensation)

Saw the sun laughing at our cremation.
Even the seats were sweating.
And they wet her thighs.

Saw upheaval.
Grotesque Council.
Protest Council.
I realize I don't care, except for this one small little thing.
And, I guess, that'll soon be taken care of...

Saw Madness.
>Hysteria, of course.
Saw Her.
>Mysteria? Of course.

Well, its the end now. El-heaven h.
Not exactly. we can change things =p
Anyone?
Everyone?
The last week and the last moments.
KLM .
The window.
Gorgonzilla as Hoplessly Sanguine says. hah.
and her proto sheeeva. (repeat mode)..../......./.........
Free periods.
Crayons.
Crazy classes. *We were here, where were you? *
Crazier lunch breaks.
Crazy days :p

Spam?

I found a note. 
It fell from my head. And on my head. 


--

Awwwww.
I will miss you.
And the desk, yes.
I have three to cherish.

Mucho Love,
XI H.

--

=D

More than just a brick on the wall.

You could have been good.
And you could have been bad.
But XI H
You were among the best I ever had.

=] So Thank You.

For being such a pleasure.
For being more than another chamber in the factory.

You were hard to escape.But easy to breathe in.
And the air is welcome.As is the little of the sky that I could see from your window.Because classrooms tend to get claustrophobic.And the mind tends to wander.
Thank You for not being a drag.For showing me that not everybody has been corrupted by these white-washed walls.
And lastly,for that little more hope.

I shall remember.

PS.I leave my desk as inheritance.Something to remember me by.Hope you like it.
Much love,

Hopelessly Sanguine.

Some nice things.

El-heaven H *sigh*

So it was the last day.
Didn't feel like it though.
Not until 2:45.
When all I could do was to ignore the barrenness.
The result of an apocalypse (of sorts).
KLM is quite different from the world we (think we) know.
But this
Is inescapable.

I'm not getting emosanal.
I just don't want to go to Tw-hell-ve.
I just want to stay in that spot for some more time.
And take in a bit more of the love, the laughter, the color and the silence.

Now,
There are no cupboard-ful of memories.
No blog-ful of posts.
Just the tiny regret
Of being a little less open.
And a bit too closed...

None expected. Unexpected

Enter classroom.
Surprise Surprise.
Leave classroom.
Shock of the surprise sets in.

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Enter assembly.
Bigger surprise waiting.
Enter classroom.
This is more of a jolt.

----------------------

Leave assembly.
Hide face.
Mission unsuccessful.
Better not try anymore.

----------------------

Tifffin break.
Eat.
And eat more.
Laugh a bit.
Loosen a bit.

----------------------

Bell rings.
Bell rings again.
This time in my head.
Lets get out of this place.
ASAP.


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Bang Bang. *_*

Long strides.
Yes Ma'am.No Ma'am.


Keats.*sigh*
I am so so sorry.They're doing this infront of me.They-she.


Shalustar!
o_D


Exams... Ouch.


Hypocrisy.And its fan following.


Socialising.Ah. =P


The situation at the front keeps worsening though.It is a sickly rebellion.


I have a feeling 'the learned one' is going to leave our holy school soon.
*Omen-Prodigy*

Ohh. That.

Monday.
The epitome of rebound.
Hits right backatcha.

Charts.
Dista Ghosh, Mali Bugh, Pappu Bihari.

The Office.
Here we go round the bramble bush.

More work.
Submit your project. Or surrender it.

Maps.
The Harappan civilisation and its investigative successors.

**yawn**

That's all I remember from today.
 +running around school.
 +running after the bus.
+++the laughter that followed.

Havent blogged for ages. I should be punished

The same routine everyday.
Come to school. respond to the roll call.
pick up ur bag.
Leave.
Repeat. and repeat.
Street Play. Headache.
After the victory. V
Oh, it was great :p
Wierd steps.
In high DEMAND ;)
busy faces.
tired ones.
hungry stomachs.
there's no time.
Lame jokes.

KLM :)
her.
sweet as always
gentle as always
that's my friend :)

Surprises. and some more :)
Bunking? No more ;)

Phew

Saw work.
Did most of it.
Did most of it.

Saw her flaming nostrils.
Lets not recall more of that.

Saw sarcasm.
I was the target.
So, sour-casm.

Saw her.
She wasn't there.
I haven't been too good to her.
Is that why she isn't here?
?...

Saw ridicule.
Ridiculous.
How did I become a part of this?

Saw the broken badge.
The monogram on roller skates.
=D =D

Saw the art room turning weird.
Dabangg, Yellow card, Govinda.
And there was the old lady beside the window.
The sunlight falling on her frown.
No one cared.
Nor did she.

Saw the sketch pad.
Couldn't help it.
To hell with all meetings...

Saw her come for me.
"You must eat."
Saw the i-love-you-so-i-care-for-you expression.
Urge to hug.
Suppressed...

18 Things To Not Do When You're Late For School.

1.Watch Vh1.
2.Look at the clock strike 8.25 am and start dancing when 'Cooler Than Me' starts playing on aforementioned TV channel anyway.
3.Not look at your watch when your cab is stuck in the traffic.
4.Get yourself to look at it finally,realise its almost 8.40 am and still stay put in the cab.
5.Start wondering how you must have rid yourself of that annoying anxiety situation because you find yourself still in that cab after three more minutes.
6.Finally decide to start walking schoolward while thinking that the schoolgate cannot have shut down,with a weird sense of confidence.
7.Stop and try to figure out what the guard is hollering over to you when you've finally reached near the gate.
8.Look at the teachers standing in the distance and think they're probably chatting between themselves.
9.And the students standing,figure they probably have something to chat about too.
10.So,ignore them and climb up the frontstairs to your respective building.
11.Look startled when one of the abovementioned teachers call you.
12.Stare at them like they're speaking Greek when they ask for your Diary.
13.Think Diary?!?!?!?![You've not written in one eversince Middle Section so you see no reason to carry it,unless you've been absent.And even then,maybe.]
14.Almost swear out loud infront of the teachers in question when you finally get it.
15.Say that you don't have it.
16.Stare at them some more when they ask for your classteacher's name.
17.Realise that after almost a year of having been in her class you're having to fumble for her name in your memory.
18.Say first initial of concerned classteacher's name,take a long pause,run the possible last name's through your head and say something finally that sounds more like a question and pray to God that you're not wrong.


*SIGH* In my defence,I've never in my life until now been "late" for school. xD