Yes me pals,ardent followers and freaks alike.....i am back with a brand new blog but with the same old stories etc......
although i passed out of school a couple of years ago.....most of the good times i remember are still from that hell hole
L J Fuller
Barry O Brian
T k Shah
Mr Sanyal.....
these are just the name of a few freaks we came across in school...who were our teachers as well....not to mention the freaks we met who were our classmates
so lets kick start this punk ass bitch blog........
first and foremost i am a Calcatian [not caucasian] but i travelled a lot in me early years...bombay,madras and even dubai[where i spent 7 glorious but boring years]...so in the summer of 2002 me family came back to Calcutta.....ahh the city of joy,powercuts,potholes and football.....if i missed out anything am real sorry
so i was told by me parents "Bonny you have to go to a normal school which wont have AC's or separate desks and all".....ahhhh the shit hole sacrifices i made....but what the hell it cant be bad can it?
THE ONLY SCHOOL THAT DID TAKE ME IN WAS ST THOMAS BOYS KIDDERPORE.....now i love the school now coz i got me best pals ever from there...but the first few years were tumultuos if not bordering on death for me
THE FIRST DAY:dressed up perfectly for school,the heat is making me melt and i know no one in school,me dad did drop me off in class as i was a lame ass loser then and maybe now as well ......i did make one pal on the first day....a kid called Sid ,who apparently had transfered from New York,fucking freak...more on him later.....so the first day starts and i decide to take my seat after the 2nd Language class......BIG MISTAKE....i sat near the first bench .....BIG MISTAKE
a bunch of guys came over and said
"hat mera seat hai"
i like a dumbass replied
"i sat here first....so its mine"
what followed was a barrage of insults my virgin ears couldnt understand......coz i didnt know hindi at the time.....sheepishly i moved away to the last bench where i met a couple of guys
ijaz and swagat paul............
HISTORY CLASS,the teach Mr Edgar[amazing teach] asked if any new kids joined...sid and i stood up.....he asked me "where are you from?'
i replied "dubai sir"
he stared and told me
"its not possible .....you cant be from dubai"
i didnt know what to say but i tried to convince him that i did in fact arrive from dubai....to which he replied
"do you see the tree?"
aaah the tree ,STBS had a huge field a fucking huge one and it had a huge fucking magnificent tree right smack in the middle off it.....every classroom had a clear view to it.....
"yes sir" i replied
"swagat paul take him to the tree......" he replied back....dont ask why but he did.......swagat never did take me to the tree.......
The first day was so fukcing horrendous i came home and i did cry and told me parents i didnt wanna go to school ever again..........man it was bad......but as they say dont judge a book by its cover....and STB is still the best part of me life....more to come.......
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