Heeeeeeeeey welcome back!!
I'm your drunken host saying a very merry christmas and a crappy new year! It's officially almost a year since I started blogging. As usual, my college has started barely 15 days after the endsems..during the holidays I was lazing around my forest home in the Theosophical Society. Will upload a couple of photos when I find my USB cable.There's really no point talking about my short stay in a remote town of Karnataka without the photos.
So...............back to my school life.
Grade 8:
It was a good year, I made a couple of new friends... I started singing about this time, when one fateful day someone heard my voice and said it wasn't bad at all...I would sing gay Westlife duets with my new friend and we would be laughed at for attempting a linkin park combo. And in one case, 'We will Rock You'. Still, it was fun and there were so many times we were thrown out of class for 'rofl'ing.,
Once the teacher came in the class early and I was standing at the front of the class, blissfully staring out of the window. When she tapped my shoulder, I promptly replied that I had a fundamental right to stand there. As it turns out, I was wrong.
There were many great scenes on the football field, what with fistfights being common, and many guys wandering off to the canteen or the basketball court (depending on whether they wanted to eat or letch at girls...or in rare cases even to play basketball), and all the sliding tackles. I once scored spectacularly from a great range, when my team was losing 5-1...Poor humpty dumpty would be dodged like traffic on a highway, and if he was lucky he might even scrape the ball with his foot. Apparently the only time he ran 'fast' was to reach The Crapper.Three cheers for 'moti'vation...
There was football coaching in the summer holidays, where we had a weird coach and many fun loving seniors who would engage in disgustingly hilarious repartee. The sports in-charges were even more hilarious- one looked like a dog-cloning gone haywire and the other seemed like he'd been overdosed with helium in early childhood...I had a knack for imitating his voice (and many others') , at which the whole class would be in splits. The dogman tirelessly sniffed around with his over-inflated nostrils and he was the one who screamed in the assembly, with an exagerrated flourish: Stand-a-ease.....A-tten-SHUN!!!
The good old days...sigh
And then there were the Monday Tests...in which I would always perform terribly and write on the table,sulking :I'm a fucking piece of shit.
Well, this fucking piece of shit has to take off now...
Until we meet again...
This is Alcoholic Toddler signing off.
I'm your drunken host saying a very merry christmas and a crappy new year! It's officially almost a year since I started blogging. As usual, my college has started barely 15 days after the endsems..during the holidays I was lazing around my forest home in the Theosophical Society. Will upload a couple of photos when I find my USB cable.There's really no point talking about my short stay in a remote town of Karnataka without the photos.
So...............back to my school life.
Grade 8:
It was a good year, I made a couple of new friends... I started singing about this time, when one fateful day someone heard my voice and said it wasn't bad at all...I would sing gay Westlife duets with my new friend and we would be laughed at for attempting a linkin park combo. And in one case, 'We will Rock You'. Still, it was fun and there were so many times we were thrown out of class for 'rofl'ing.,
Once the teacher came in the class early and I was standing at the front of the class, blissfully staring out of the window. When she tapped my shoulder, I promptly replied that I had a fundamental right to stand there. As it turns out, I was wrong.
There were many great scenes on the football field, what with fistfights being common, and many guys wandering off to the canteen or the basketball court (depending on whether they wanted to eat or letch at girls...or in rare cases even to play basketball), and all the sliding tackles. I once scored spectacularly from a great range, when my team was losing 5-1...Poor humpty dumpty would be dodged like traffic on a highway, and if he was lucky he might even scrape the ball with his foot. Apparently the only time he ran 'fast' was to reach The Crapper.Three cheers for 'moti'vation...
There was football coaching in the summer holidays, where we had a weird coach and many fun loving seniors who would engage in disgustingly hilarious repartee. The sports in-charges were even more hilarious- one looked like a dog-cloning gone haywire and the other seemed like he'd been overdosed with helium in early childhood...I had a knack for imitating his voice (and many others') , at which the whole class would be in splits. The dogman tirelessly sniffed around with his over-inflated nostrils and he was the one who screamed in the assembly, with an exagerrated flourish: Stand-a-ease.....A-tten-SHUN!!!
The good old days...sigh
And then there were the Monday Tests...in which I would always perform terribly and write on the table,sulking :I'm a fucking piece of shit.
Well, this fucking piece of shit has to take off now...
Until we meet again...
This is Alcoholic Toddler signing off.
