TO MY CLASS.......

This first blog undoubtedly goes out to my class . I am totally indebted to each one of the forty odd students which make an indispensable part of this family for allowing me to play a role in the happenings of 10-2 . Debopriya's early morning hugs , Zarin(e)'s loudspeaker voice , Alia'a 10,000 times straightened hair hurling beautifully , blockin sum female's view behind her or the inevitable fights between blah and blah causing '' Ronaa dhona '' and desperate attempts of reconciliation by others interested . I used to enjoy every scintillating bit of it and later on fancy every bit of it and now i can only reminisce bits of it . Once , i had sneaked into a science class and with a few thoughts combined with a dash of dictionary i wrote a few lines . Which are the same few lines which may just succeed to convey what id always miserably fail to .

Glimmering rays filters through the glass ,
Movement seems to be stunned forever ,
Forty distracted girls in the class ,
These days will be forgotten never .

The silent clamour in my head ,
The incessant ticking of the clock ,
Gibberish are the words being said ,
10-2 , i claim , will always rock !!!

Yup , my class means a great deal to me . We've had our times of ' masti ' by screaming , singing , eating , playing the fool , pissing off so many teachers (specially MRS. DUTT....im seriously paranoid of that name by now......) , facing the 'jhaars' which we were so often subjected to , the perpetual entertainers ( sheeba , meghna , rashi n zarin dancin ) GOSH.....just how can i not miss these ppl......Id like to end with admitting me havin a confused heart which doesn't know whether to rejoice or mourn....Well , i'm gonna continue to piss u ppl off for atleast four months in a year....lolz...Luv each of u all loads....The way the suns rays helps the flowers to bloom , i'll always have a hand ready to offer and help ready to give to any of u gals.......