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The first ray of the sun…Arunima. That’s the best way to describe her. That’s the way she stands in my life. We have been friends for quite a long time now. The story goes as….we met first in one of those Fiitjee classes…cursing the same teacher. Actually the teacher had so many back biters…that we actually had a group of students who just had to say we understood nothing…no matter how hard he tried to explain us. Both of belonged to that groupJ. After sometime we started sharing the same desk. Whenever I used to be tensed about those stupid AITS, she used to pamper me or scold me and get me back to my normal self. She is one of those bubbly kinds who can make you smile by her stupid jokes. She calls me a “kiddo”..as she feels I am still a kid who still dwells in the fantasy world…who world still dwells around those of Aryamaan n Shaktimaan and who bought all her dresses from “JInny and Jonny” and shoes from the kids section. And the worst part when I learnt cracking the jokes of her kind, after I finished narrating it I would have to tell her”I finished it…u can laugh.””Oh! it was a joke…I didn’t even realize..kiddo u got to raise the standards”
We share many common interests.. masti with friends, talking on any bullshit topic for hours on end, having a lot of chicken..and hating studies(though she always felt I studied a lot…believe me I didn’t). The best part we both come from convent school which created topics for us to talk about. It’s said that usually convent students usually cling together. Probably that’s what brought us closer.
Never did I ever realize in a span of just two whole years we would be such good friends. After coming to this college, I realized she was a carbon copy of me and my best friend, my adviser and a patient listener to all my stupid jokes. She has stood by me whenever I needed her, held my hand whenever I needed a hand to stand up with, her shoulder have been ever ready for me to lean on. This post is dedicated to her. Although I rarely say this, at least not aloud, the fact that you are my friend makes me really proud. And I just want you to know that there is no contest, when it comes to friends u are THE BEST.

Unforgettable Birthday

It feels really good to surprise someone, especially if it’s on a birthday bash. It reminded me of one of my birthday celebrations a few years back. My day started with the one of those strenuous classes at FIITJEE. A Saturday yet it seemed that it was a week day. I had my first “All India Test Series” popularly known as AITS the next day. I was busy working out the questions which I had left out in the package. Seriously I think I had given up celebration in class XI and XII. My life just revolved around those school exams and FIITJEE exams. Might be I did not have time to even think that it was my birthday. So probably I was not that upset that I cannot celebrate my day with all my friends.

The day started with the Physics class of Sanyal Sir. I swear I would to hate him. No matter whatever he used to teach and how hard he tried so that we all focus and pay attention to his subject, it’s all in vain. My best friend and I used to hate him. After that class we decided that before we go back home we would go to the Rehmania’s and have Tandoori. The two fifteen minutes recess time also went in discussing about the next day’s exam. The day’s last slot was Chemistry. We all loved KGY. His lectures, I can’t tell you, were amazing. Probably I studied Chemistry only because its KGY sir who is teaching.

After the classes we went to Rehmania’s with two more of our friends and really enjoyed the food. After that it was time to be back to books and start studying. I came back home and to my amazement all my friends were waiting for me at my residence. My mom had secretly called them. After the whole day’s hectic schedule I had forgotten that it was my birthday. Their wishes seemed as if I my ears were shocked to listen to the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” greetings. The whole evening with them I seriously enjoyed and partied till 11 at night. Who would say I have to write 3 papers the next day? The birthday cake, the wishes, the sudden arrival of my friends was just so unbelievable. Tears ran down my eyes when I cut my 17^th birthday cake.

After all was over for the day, I went to my bed all other usual days. Something seemed fishy. I felt there was something underneath my pillow. I lifted my pillow to find my birthday present. It was a golden band watch. This was the same one which I had asked my dad to buy it for me a day or two back. I had no words, all I could say is”Pappa, I love you very much.”

When things happen so surprisingly, it feels great to embrace the memories and relish it the whole life.

A close competitor of mine

On 8^th August I spoke for the first time to this guy wishing him on his birthday. And how did I know that it was his birthday. It’s because a friend of mine comes and tells me “I think it’s his bday and he is giving chocolates to everyone who is wishing him”. “Heyy thanks” and he gave me a perk. We spoke rarely yet we were lab mates

A tall and huge figure, closely related to giants. He can talk to you about anything. His topics can range from canteen topics to his nephew and niece and even Sheru (his dog, who drinks). He can figure a joke in a very serious matter like semester results whose one thought scares us. After meeting him I felt it’s not me who can talk the most on any bullshit topic, he is a close competitor of mine, or might be an unchallenged winner. He knows probably a lot many ways to irritate me. He knows black irritates me and he makes it a point to wear black t-shirt at least 3 days out of 6 days if not more. He hates all my pink t-shirts and makes it a point to rub it on my face and when he scores more than me in any subject he makes it a point to even rub that on my face and say it’s useless studying and taking tensions.

As a friend he is very caring. He can call me up just to say “heyy wassup??” and after that he can chat for hours on end. He can pacify my anger n tensions and can make me laugh madly. Have u ever cum across anyone who wears a t-shirt of size +2 the size which he actually requires? A special feature of him is that be it anything he can smile and laughs like a monster. If he has to correct me he makes it a point that it does not make me feel bad and at the say time I learn from my mistake. The usual style he comes in is “he wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans carrying his black bag and whoever he notices the greeting is “heyy wassup?” with a hi fi.”

I great friend of mine and is always there to help me and support me whenever I need it and most importantly always there to rub my mistakes of my face, even if that is a blunder. He is very jolly and can tackle any worse situation. He calls me a dumbass and when I am low he makes me feel that I am at the top of this world. He probably has a solution to all the problems of this universe, coz nothing scares him, and he is afraid of nothing. He can smile away to any problem. But there is something which is a top secret. It’s very difficult to pacify him when he is really pissed off which he rarely is, so no need to worry.

Down the memory lane-years back

Situated on the outskirts of Calcutta is a school most known for the remarkable results it produces year after year. The environment around, I just cannot explain to you in words. U can actually connect to Nature. In between the big tall oak trees and high, continuous hedges stood a School as fixed as the Pole Star. Our Headmistress is more our ‘Sister’ than being a principal of a school. Probably this is the school where I have spent the longest time of my life and my attachment to it is as strong as a tree rooted to soil.

After so many years when I recall those days, sitting on an easy chair, I go nostalgic. My visit to DAV, Shayamli with the Spirit Continues team freshened up my memories of my school days. The Basket Ball ground, the classrooms, the canteen, the corridors, the shout, the hooligan behavior, the punishment, the friends, the teachers and their rebuke, the recess periods; everything is so memorable and so extra ordinary. These are probably the days which can never come back. While in school I never realized that deep in my heart it would remain embedded unscratched, yet today I feel I have it all because of “Modern School”. The students of this school are in the best institutions of the nation. Whenever I go back, I wake up early in the morning and wait to see white-blue bus cross my house. The bus, whose horn on those days reminded me that it’s one of the weekdays when school is on, today is so soothing that I don’t mind waking up just to see it pass by.

Time repeats itself. So it has done. We realize the values of everything when it is no more with us. The teachers of my School always had a tendency to put us under restriction which at that time I hated. Yet today when there is nobody to actually force me to do anything, I guess I have the same feeling and I feel that the school days were better that I had a scope to oppose. The farewell party, which probably none of the “Modernites” can ever forget was a unique of its kind.

An ICSE school always made me proud of the way it stands. I am proud to be a “Modernite”.