Prefect-giri on Admission Day

After a long time I wore a badge and yelled at people to stand in a line. After a long time I silenced people with a glare. After a long time I had the responsibilities of people's futures thrust into my hands. It felt good. Warmed the cockles of the heart.

I'm not a bossy person by nature, you know, but there's something about running around doing jobs which in the space of a moment assume false importance. Well, actually very real importance for people who are looking for Darshan Bhavan and end up in the second floor girls toilet!!

It was admissions day and I can safely testify that all the first years atleast went around with an odd sense of déjà vu all day. Could it possibly have been a whole year in this place??? A whole YEAR cut off from our limited stay at JU?? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!

I still remember the day I was in the place of these affrighted looking youngsters, not knowing which jheel was THE Jheel and unable to fathom the charm of this heavily littered and overgrown campus. However, much toxic H2O has flowed under the Bridge (which it seems is officially closed down for good!!sigh!), and the lethargen in the air has infiltrated my soul. At the risk of sounding like an aantel, I have understood the grave implications of the word, lyaith, travelled the nicotine stained road from Flake to Classic, ingested enough so-called "chicken" at Moni da's and even premmed on ledge and stair!!;)

Tch, tch, much can happen in a year.

I missed the old posts of false responsibility of good old school days. Responsibilities, nevertheless, without which school would have severely lacked in discipline as well as charm. Assemblies every morning wearing the Prefect badge proudly on the lapel, running around for Disha (GDB school's fest, for the information of the uninitiated) as well as numerous other fests and events, organizing Teacher's Day, Rabindrajayanti, Farewell and Investiture ceremonies

Is this turning into a nostalgia post?? Trust me, it isn't meant to. Its just that the legs remembered some cellular memories as they ran hither and thither with cellotape and various sorts of papers from time to time!! 'Twas good to do some WORK for the institution for a change!!!;)



P.S. Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to inform you that my current official heartthrob and hero is Lionel Messi. Anyone having any opinion against him are politely requested to keep their traps shut else they shall be made permanently dysfunctional. Thank You!

There has to be a better way of starting a day than waking up.