Boarding School Rule no. 1: Thou shall not be there, where thou not supposeth to be. The setting was perfect, the peaks covered in snow, woodpecker drilling and making a darn right statement with tok.tok.tok.tok.tok, far across an ITBP military drum stating synchronization dhum dhum dhum, the bell ringing in my school mess which meant lunch time, I was witnessing the glory of sound in the beautiful Himalayas so quiet so perfect. these sounds were traveling the cold breeze wind of Shivalik ranges, i was lost admiring the beauty of sound when from the senior boys dormitory bathroom ventilation the windy breeze carried the layer of smoke it looked like a hot water vapour until u looked closely and found it was fumes of cigarettes. you didnt had to be an 3rd grader or a Sherlock Holmes to deduce this chemical compound of gas was not hot geyser vapour but senior boys smoking. although it was not part of your syllabus but u always knew what these gases were. The first rule of boarding school, u shouldnt be there where u r not supposed to be and secondly u dont see nothing esp. in a senior boys dorms. I broke both the rule at the same time. All i need to do was escape the crime scene and forget about this senior boys dormitory ritual. I gathered my breath, pumped my lungs, bucked up legs and started to run when i heard, from the ventilator oye.! Thumbelina, where do u think u r going? . I knew it was time to bid farewell to my dad and mom, write a will and give my automatic pencil box to my sister, my football shorts to my younger brother, it was time to think about the punchline to be inscribed on my gravestone which will read the boy who died learning too much. In a grumpy, heavy monotone he asked me to come inside the dormitory. It was then and there that I learned the concept of heartbeat. i did as told to, cmon I was a sub-junior what do u expect, a fight!!..yea over my dead body. I have to live in the same village so I obeyed the orders i went. but why were they smoking in the bathroom, you see they had a perfect hiding the toilet flush for generations seniors have been hiding their precious treasure of cigarettes there but When in the later years when Mr. Bhairav found out that hiding place was taken away like a candy. The big boys dormitory on the front it read teenagers not allowed enter at your own risk. So much for the perfect timing. I knew i will never come out alive from there. even though I was petrified i was angry to see the big boys dormitory had all the luxury in the world, a cable TV, separate huge lockers, No bunker bed, too many speakers and that place was literally covered with posters of Pamela anderson, I didnt knew her much as I didnt watched Baywatch (which later on became a 10PM saturday night ritual) then but i assumed she must be a goddess prayed by all men of all religion equally. but she didnt had many clothes. anyway thats not the point, the point was I was going to die there and I should at least get one last wish...maybe I will ask one of the posters for my locker too and then I thought whats the point dead boarders dont have lockers. However I dont know what happened what my little innocent eyes did there I came back alive i knew right then that my boarding school life is going to throw many experiences like this which will tell me i m a little boy lost at a man world. Here my growing up increased by manifold, i came to admire the beauty of beautiful girls while ignoring the horrible birds sounds which once was mother nature gift was no longer a beauty to me, cigarettes, booze and erotic stories replaced bicycle, football & cricket replaced cartoon, Friday became playboy TV nights, Sunday outing became watching-talking other school girls at cafeteria but doing nothing about it, For I was I was growing at the speed of light. Hallelujah!
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 14:15:03 +0000
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