Some more memories...
Looking back from the ripe old age of 17, I guess some of the most fun times have been when we at school (the Exciting Eleven, we were young and fond of Enid Blyton so excuse the name) were inventing up some of our weird scrapes to fall into, because the actual carrying out of them always made us so damn nervous that we always came within a hair's edge of being caught.Once we did get caught and were almost suspended, but I'm not gonna mention that here!
So-some-only some- of the great times:
All the times we bunked classes and hid backstairs and 'practiced' for our band(doomed from the start, as I've said) and forced our classmates to perjure their souls. One time, we nearly broke the lock of the school terrace and went up, but good sense and a darwanji's yells prevailed and we made good our escape.
Then there was the secret passage(there were many we'd found, but this was forbidden fruit so irresistible) with the 'shaft of light'(!), a perfectly innocent gully between the sports complex and the boundary wall which we were morbidly curious about and HAD to get into. But then, you can't blame little curious girls for being curious when there were always two or three darwanjis hanging around the gully with shifty eyes like they were guarding something-which made it even more suspicious in our young eyes. Of course, me and sreerupa (I think) did take a chance with our lives and sneaked in once (what did you expect) and saw a small door-ish type of thing, but then were ignominiously dragged out ...so that's one unsolved mystery.
Speaking of mysteries reminds me of our 'Detective club' back in 4rth grade-which involved being suspicious of everybody in school, trying to prove the school had been a graveyard ages ago, believing that heinous crimes were going on in school under our very noses, and gathering up kites that fell into the school courtyard and feverishy analysing them for secret messages. One time we foung a plastic bag full of some white powder in the school workroom.we retrieved it, risking our necks in the process, and I took it home, bubbling with enthusiasm, to have it 'analysed' by an uncle who was a forensic scientist. He wisely took it without comment, and we forgot all about it in the excitement of discovering a bone(chicken, sadly) in the school grounds, (that proved it to have been a graveyard).
In 5th grade, I got to know-life, thy name is disappointment- it had been chalk powder.
more later.
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7 comments:
25? too old? gah..i need to get drunk..
well well ..im 3 days old now.. jus started thinkin!
again bcos of "heh?ok"
neway..skool pranks ver innocent.. heehe.. nice fun ya
ohh.. we've searched for some "invisible man" in my granny's backyard and at our school's ground when we were 12! it was hardy boys effect more than E.B. cz we believed hardy boys n 3 investigators are books for guys n rest all for gals!
@the masonry: really..? invisible men? were you high? at 12?
i liked the fat guy.jupiter jones, right?and their ghost to ghost line thing. haven't read any for 5-6 years though..
@raghu: nice fun? you haven't heard about the maggi incident yet. if my friend lets me write it up, you'll never want to read this blog again.
oh yeah.. jupiter jones!
no yaa.. wasnt high.. i was jst a kid desperate 4 attention.. but u kno we'd found some bones there n a bloodied rod which now i think were chicken bones n red-paint-spilled-over-rod :P
oh.. i luved ghost-2-ghost hook-up.. an excellent idea n had made their detective card too.. oh i luved thm! been more than a decade nw since i read those books :S
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