This is a real emotional post by me so please for the sake of goodness dont post any derogatory comments and all.
My dear Grandma passed away on the saturday of diwali and i have to say this is the most painful experience i have ever been through.She was one of the few people who loved me unconditionally,always keeping tabs on me,asking about me no matter who she talked with or where she went.
She was an amazing soul ,probably the only person who wouldnt curse anybody,not even people who have been cruel and uncaring towards her.She had a lot of pain because of the treatment she would get from certain members of the family but she never said a thing about em even behind the backs of those people.
Everyone loved her,she was one of the most joyous people i knew,even after having a lot of pain both physical and mental she wouldnt let the smile go off her face.
She was a proper foodie always loved having food,especially sweets.
Thank you Grandma for all those beautiful memories and the years spent with you were some of the best i have lived,you were taken away from us much earlier than expected,you are in a better place for sure.You will never be forgotten "eina".
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Training Day
The movie of the same name was and still is one of the best movies i have seen to date which isnt a crude comedy[ala borat,bruno etc],infact it was so good that Denzel Washington got an Oscar for it,so it is a must see for people.Moving on ,this post obviously aint about a movie but about the fact that my "training" was about to commence,my college had set up some training thingy for al us BCA students with the help of HP[Hewlett Packard].Most of the bengalis were excited barring me and a few non bongs coz well at least i didnt want to travel half way across Calcutta for some shit hole training which i wouldnt be able to use at all in my life.
So the first thing to do was to decide what subjects training we would take,we had 2 choices Dot net and Java,as usual Sanket wanted to take Java for some God forsaken reason which i cannot remember,the majority wanted to take Dot net so you all know where i would go,and when almost everyone who Sanket knew opted for Dotnet he did the same.We had to go to this place in Karunamoyee near CK market to get the registration done and all.This was done in one day and this of course wasnt the part which got me oh so pissed that i had to post a blog bout it.
Most of us had to join some shitty Yahoo group so that we could get emails regarding all the information of training jobs etc provided by our college,now i dont check my email at all,maybe if i am bored to death i do but otherwise i done,so it was someone else who told me that our dates have been decided for the training i think it was Nikhil,i did get the mail from Nikita which in itself was a problem coz she wasnt in Calcutta at the time,fair enough i saw that my group,nikhil sandeep and i were all in D1 whose timings were as follows
Tuesday :4:30 Pm-6:30 Pm
Friday and Wednesday :9 Am-11 Am
Also written in the email was that training was to commence from the 7th of october
The 7th turned out to be a wednesday so off we went,the 3 amigos of college ,Sandy,nikh paji and the freak show[me],we reached the place at just the right time at 8:55 and entered the room where we were asked to come to,a lot of the students were seated eagerly waiting for something to happen,the 3 of us sat at the back as usual and were making stupid comments,cracking jokes the stuff we normally do,time was passing by 10 mins,20 mins,30 mins,passed,it became 10 Am then the door opened a bloke came in ,slammed a duster on the white board and left,
"Yay.....Magic" we screamed coz the duster wasnt coming off the board at all,stuck like your finger on the mouse when searching for porno,it became 10:15 then a lady came in [HOT PETITE CHICK!] and she said
"Sorry but you dont have class today......your timings have changed....its on saturday monday and tuesday from 2 Pm-4Pm"
WAIT WHAT?
I fucking woke up at 6 in the morning ,i went off to bed at 2 at nite,4 fucking hours of sleep and i had to fucking crap and eat my breakfast before 7 for some douche training,not only that i travelled half way across calcutta in the fucking morning takin me 1 hour to reach this douche place after which i had to walk around 15 mins to reach the fucking training centre and now oh miss pompous comes and tells us we DONT HAVE FUCKING TRAINING.
She then told us the timings had changed and that in anyway the training was to commence from Thursday and not from wednesday,pissed off as we were,we could not do anything but abuse[which as usual is my speciality],i reached home really pissed and all,but at least the timing was a little better and i would get the car for the duration of training,on the same day as soon as i reached home i got a message from Nikhil saying that the timing for training has changed ONCE AGAIN,now my training was only on Saturday from 9-4.....
Son of a bitch what the fuck is that timing?
I cant stay awake for more than 5 hours ,how the fuck am i gonna take this shit anyways?.Then sanket calls and tells me that he wont be goin for training at all coz its not important and that no one is gonna come to the first saturday of training[although this bugger had done 2 days of training already] i said i hadnt decided whether to go or not......he says that the instructor is a gujju[like him] who could be a relative and that it wasnt important ,he had asked the gujju whether we should come or not,nevertheless i did go on saturday again,sanket also did come even though he was hell bent on not coming.
Saturday comes again the same morning shit,again the same distance,again the same unprofessionalism ,we reached the college[now training was to commence there] but the lab where out training is to be is closed,we wait and wait and wait and we get the news that the HP trainers have also come but they dont have the keys to open the labs,the computer science department of our college does and they dont come to college before 10 AM,we reached college at 9 FUCK
When the labs were opened we got the petite teacher who came and told us
"you are going to have a test now,we want to gauge how much you know"
Fuck again i dont know jack bout anything in BCA its just by luck that i get 7.8 all the time,but then she also tells us that we can discuss and then write the answers,well our discussion [sandy nihk and mine] went from Object oriented programming to abusing bongs,abusing college,abusing the teachers,talking bout sex,talking bout chicks with large tits and how a petite chick is not what sandy likes at all.
The teach also told us that after the exam we were free to go and that there would not be any training today at all,so i went all the way just for some shit hole exam even where my attendance was not counted.
And people say that office goers arent punctual and are lazy,well so are the trainers and the whole fucking corporate structure,the only silver lining
out of all this is that the petite teacher is the only reason i am even contemplating attending the shit hole training.
FINGERS CROSSED
So the first thing to do was to decide what subjects training we would take,we had 2 choices Dot net and Java,as usual Sanket wanted to take Java for some God forsaken reason which i cannot remember,the majority wanted to take Dot net so you all know where i would go,and when almost everyone who Sanket knew opted for Dotnet he did the same.We had to go to this place in Karunamoyee near CK market to get the registration done and all.This was done in one day and this of course wasnt the part which got me oh so pissed that i had to post a blog bout it.
Most of us had to join some shitty Yahoo group so that we could get emails regarding all the information of training jobs etc provided by our college,now i dont check my email at all,maybe if i am bored to death i do but otherwise i done,so it was someone else who told me that our dates have been decided for the training i think it was Nikhil,i did get the mail from Nikita which in itself was a problem coz she wasnt in Calcutta at the time,fair enough i saw that my group,nikhil sandeep and i were all in D1 whose timings were as follows
Tuesday :4:30 Pm-6:30 Pm
Friday and Wednesday :9 Am-11 Am
Also written in the email was that training was to commence from the 7th of october
The 7th turned out to be a wednesday so off we went,the 3 amigos of college ,Sandy,nikh paji and the freak show[me],we reached the place at just the right time at 8:55 and entered the room where we were asked to come to,a lot of the students were seated eagerly waiting for something to happen,the 3 of us sat at the back as usual and were making stupid comments,cracking jokes the stuff we normally do,time was passing by 10 mins,20 mins,30 mins,passed,it became 10 Am then the door opened a bloke came in ,slammed a duster on the white board and left,
"Yay.....Magic" we screamed coz the duster wasnt coming off the board at all,stuck like your finger on the mouse when searching for porno,it became 10:15 then a lady came in [HOT PETITE CHICK!] and she said
"Sorry but you dont have class today......your timings have changed....its on saturday monday and tuesday from 2 Pm-4Pm"
WAIT WHAT?
I fucking woke up at 6 in the morning ,i went off to bed at 2 at nite,4 fucking hours of sleep and i had to fucking crap and eat my breakfast before 7 for some douche training,not only that i travelled half way across calcutta in the fucking morning takin me 1 hour to reach this douche place after which i had to walk around 15 mins to reach the fucking training centre and now oh miss pompous comes and tells us we DONT HAVE FUCKING TRAINING.
She then told us the timings had changed and that in anyway the training was to commence from Thursday and not from wednesday,pissed off as we were,we could not do anything but abuse[which as usual is my speciality],i reached home really pissed and all,but at least the timing was a little better and i would get the car for the duration of training,on the same day as soon as i reached home i got a message from Nikhil saying that the timing for training has changed ONCE AGAIN,now my training was only on Saturday from 9-4.....
Son of a bitch what the fuck is that timing?
I cant stay awake for more than 5 hours ,how the fuck am i gonna take this shit anyways?.Then sanket calls and tells me that he wont be goin for training at all coz its not important and that no one is gonna come to the first saturday of training[although this bugger had done 2 days of training already] i said i hadnt decided whether to go or not......he says that the instructor is a gujju[like him] who could be a relative and that it wasnt important ,he had asked the gujju whether we should come or not,nevertheless i did go on saturday again,sanket also did come even though he was hell bent on not coming.
Saturday comes again the same morning shit,again the same distance,again the same unprofessionalism ,we reached the college[now training was to commence there] but the lab where out training is to be is closed,we wait and wait and wait and we get the news that the HP trainers have also come but they dont have the keys to open the labs,the computer science department of our college does and they dont come to college before 10 AM,we reached college at 9 FUCK
When the labs were opened we got the petite teacher who came and told us
"you are going to have a test now,we want to gauge how much you know"
Fuck again i dont know jack bout anything in BCA its just by luck that i get 7.8 all the time,but then she also tells us that we can discuss and then write the answers,well our discussion [sandy nihk and mine] went from Object oriented programming to abusing bongs,abusing college,abusing the teachers,talking bout sex,talking bout chicks with large tits and how a petite chick is not what sandy likes at all.
The teach also told us that after the exam we were free to go and that there would not be any training today at all,so i went all the way just for some shit hole exam even where my attendance was not counted.
And people say that office goers arent punctual and are lazy,well so are the trainers and the whole fucking corporate structure,the only silver lining
out of all this is that the petite teacher is the only reason i am even contemplating attending the shit hole training.
FINGERS CROSSED
Thursday, October 8, 2009
My name Jaki Kabir
St Thomas' is like a goldmine for a diverse range of students,we had the gays,we had the straights,we had the bisexuals,we had the comedians,we had the abusers,we had the quite folk,we had the geeks, we had the nerds,we had the losers,we had those perfect people,we had the jocks,we had the cocks,we had it all cept of course females coz its an all boys school and of course we had the good old
fashioned freaks of nature.
The first few pals i made in the school turned out to be the freakiest bunch ever,one guy became a drug addict in fact two of em are hardcore drug addicts ,another is an alcoholic,but no one takes the cake like my good friend Zaki Kabir does,i mean he is so freaky you dont even need to get him drunk to watch him in full flowing action.
Built like a typical tough guy ,the only reason people didnt consider him tough was coz he was way short,i mean not very short but if you are shorter than me i will pick on you every single day of your life,the dude did have a good set of muscles and all that.A decent enough sportsperson and all around complete retard.
He would often come to my class,during recess,just to see us,most of his good friends were in science and he was in commerce,or he would come just to fuck around i dont know,and all off a sudden he would just start singing any romantic song is his loud booming voice for no reason,i cant remember which songs but for sure some SRK movie songs,and as ever present there would be one guy sitting on
a desk oblivious to what is going on ,he would not even be part of the group or even the conversation but as soon as he would hear some music on ,boom he would start banging on the desk ,keeping a set rhythm while Zaki would keep on singing one song after another,fucking medley.
Then of course since he was an STB student ,he was always on the verge of starting a fight,often his singing would lead to a build up to a fight ,but we knew the drill he would never fight ,he just wanted to show he wasnt fazed or scared of no one,still we would play the part of peace maker,holding back the 2 people who wanted to "rip" each other to shreds
"Nahi bhai chorr de woh bachcha hai"
"Kya Zaki chor na yaar sala har din ladhai kyu karta hain?"
The greatest hits collection of Zaki constitute of some of his craziness and absolute stupidity,for example one day we were waiting to cross the road,now if you people dont know Calcutta is notorious for hit and runs,especially by buses,and so we all are waiting for a bus to pass,the bus had slowed down to let off some passengers and was reving up to accelerate when
BOOOOOOM!......BOOOOM!
two fucking huge hits from his hand to the bus drivers entrance,and the bus stops in its tracks,the bus driver is flummoxed
Zaki:AAAAAEEEEEEE RUUUUUK RUUUUUUK .......
and he crosses unfaced ,while we scamper to cross the street,we were just gald the driver didnt step on the accelerator and run over the bloke but i guess Zaki could have stopped that also.
In class 10 he was the moniter of the class,trying to keep the class disciplined in STB is no easy job i can assure you of that,but Zaki would try his level best and as usual when the ruckus would be too loud and uncontrollable up would step the great leader of the masses,bang his hand on the teachers desk
shout out
"IF ANY BODY WILL TALK I WILL HIT YOU[pointing to babla]"
Babla:arrey hum kya kiya ,humko kyu marega?
and of course when a teacher would come to class ,Zaki would shout out
"Whole the class stand up"
yes we can....and we will.....
But the blokes greatest one liner still remains an amazing memory and this would happen on a regular basis,this conversation
Me:Achcha Zaki tum toh STB mein 12 saal se par rahe ho
Zaki:ha yes ha
Me:STB english medium school hain na bhai
Zaki:ha hain
Me:Achca toh tum 5 line english ka bol do without errors aur main maan jaoonga ke tum english jaante ho
Zaki:Theek hai Adeem......My name Jaki Kabir.....
WRONG!
The first fucking line is wrong and he had been in the school from class 1 right upto 12 and the guy couldnt speak one straight line of english,and the worst bit is that everytime,everyday i would ask him this question his response would be the same
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
fashioned freaks of nature.
The first few pals i made in the school turned out to be the freakiest bunch ever,one guy became a drug addict in fact two of em are hardcore drug addicts ,another is an alcoholic,but no one takes the cake like my good friend Zaki Kabir does,i mean he is so freaky you dont even need to get him drunk to watch him in full flowing action.
Built like a typical tough guy ,the only reason people didnt consider him tough was coz he was way short,i mean not very short but if you are shorter than me i will pick on you every single day of your life,the dude did have a good set of muscles and all that.A decent enough sportsperson and all around complete retard.
He would often come to my class,during recess,just to see us,most of his good friends were in science and he was in commerce,or he would come just to fuck around i dont know,and all off a sudden he would just start singing any romantic song is his loud booming voice for no reason,i cant remember which songs but for sure some SRK movie songs,and as ever present there would be one guy sitting on
a desk oblivious to what is going on ,he would not even be part of the group or even the conversation but as soon as he would hear some music on ,boom he would start banging on the desk ,keeping a set rhythm while Zaki would keep on singing one song after another,fucking medley.
Then of course since he was an STB student ,he was always on the verge of starting a fight,often his singing would lead to a build up to a fight ,but we knew the drill he would never fight ,he just wanted to show he wasnt fazed or scared of no one,still we would play the part of peace maker,holding back the 2 people who wanted to "rip" each other to shreds
"Nahi bhai chorr de woh bachcha hai"
"Kya Zaki chor na yaar sala har din ladhai kyu karta hain?"
The greatest hits collection of Zaki constitute of some of his craziness and absolute stupidity,for example one day we were waiting to cross the road,now if you people dont know Calcutta is notorious for hit and runs,especially by buses,and so we all are waiting for a bus to pass,the bus had slowed down to let off some passengers and was reving up to accelerate when
BOOOOOOM!......BOOOOM!
two fucking huge hits from his hand to the bus drivers entrance,and the bus stops in its tracks,the bus driver is flummoxed
Zaki:AAAAAEEEEEEE RUUUUUK RUUUUUUK .......
and he crosses unfaced ,while we scamper to cross the street,we were just gald the driver didnt step on the accelerator and run over the bloke but i guess Zaki could have stopped that also.
In class 10 he was the moniter of the class,trying to keep the class disciplined in STB is no easy job i can assure you of that,but Zaki would try his level best and as usual when the ruckus would be too loud and uncontrollable up would step the great leader of the masses,bang his hand on the teachers desk
shout out
"IF ANY BODY WILL TALK I WILL HIT YOU[pointing to babla]"
Babla:arrey hum kya kiya ,humko kyu marega?
and of course when a teacher would come to class ,Zaki would shout out
"Whole the class stand up"
yes we can....and we will.....
But the blokes greatest one liner still remains an amazing memory and this would happen on a regular basis,this conversation
Me:Achcha Zaki tum toh STB mein 12 saal se par rahe ho
Zaki:ha yes ha
Me:STB english medium school hain na bhai
Zaki:ha hain
Me:Achca toh tum 5 line english ka bol do without errors aur main maan jaoonga ke tum english jaante ho
Zaki:Theek hai Adeem......My name Jaki Kabir.....
WRONG!
The first fucking line is wrong and he had been in the school from class 1 right upto 12 and the guy couldnt speak one straight line of english,and the worst bit is that everytime,everyday i would ask him this question his response would be the same
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sports Day
We all know by now i am not the sporty type,sure i watch a ton of sports,especially football....GO LIVERPOOL GO.....but i was never cut out to be a sportsperson especially due to one freaky accident i had in class 1 when in me old school Our Own English High School Dubai ,we were having trials for the Relay dash,and we were asked to run from one side of the small field to the other side,now since it is
Dubai ,the small field was made of concrete,not grass but con-fucking-crete,BANG!.....went the gun i started running and by some freaky weird incident my leg got entangled with another kid's,i fell straight down,my faced scrapped the good old concrete,when i got up i was a bloody mess,the entire right side of my face was destroyed,i mean skin was dangling off and all,me teeth became loose and i couldnt eat solid food for like 2 weeks.That one incident got me shit scared as well as me family and they never forced me into sports ever again,they made me play the keyboards which is far worse......
So i spent 7 years in Dubai,skipping any and every sports meet possible,which means i got to be good old fatty boy,i have reduced a good bit now but back then i was a Big Mac.....so i came back to me home town Calcutta the city of joy and all that,STB well you must know what STB is like by now,check out my older posts if you dont have any idea at all,all is going fine,i mean day in day out i was getting
abused the first year,name calling and all that .....but one day during an assembly a teacher yells out there will be march practice and so the last two periods will be reserved for that...and then after the march practice there would be trials for certain events.
So after the 6th period the bell goes off,i am a new kid dont know nothing bout the school and i see almost all the students heading off into the huge field that we have,i mean its like 3-4 football fields if not more....and we had like the many buildings of our school surrounding it with a few benches to sit on,the field has all these track markings with white chalk and all,10 minutes pass but no one is marching at all,all i see are 6 groups of people standing about,a few teachers per group and the group contains just the house captains and a few blokes who do wanna march,everyone else is standing at the sides of the field for God knows what reason,which i am gonna find out soon.
You see no one ever wants to march,we are FORCED to march,so the march mayhem begins,i see from a distance that around 50-60 students come running from one corner of the field ,zoom by us and hide in the technical block,i wonder what is going on,the i see a similar no of boys run in another direction from the opposite side and hide in some classrooms,a few minutes later a prefect comes up
and asks me
"Hey you are Lytton?????"
I reply "No i am Reading"
Lytton,reading,wescott,vyse, and 2 more names were there i cant remember,these were the houses in our school,our school had so many fucking students we needed 6 houses just to accomodate em,so now i understood,guys were running away from their own prefects coz if you were caught by your prefect you were made to march your ass off for like an hour and 30 minutes,with constant slagging off and abuses by the prefects coz we "coudlnt march right" and that "we suck" the moter fucking prefects would never march in the heat just chase us guys around.
Oh and we did have some incentive to march about for like 3 weeks day in day out....we would score like 100 points in the sports day and we would get a large cake to be eaten by all us marchers,the reality was that the ake would get eaten by the prefects with us getting absolutely nothing,so the best way to avoid getting caught was to remove our belt and wear some other house's belt,
"Are you wescott????"
"nope reading"
"Are you reading????"
"nope lytton"
On and on and on we would go,i never did take part in any of the school sports days at all.....never even attended one to support my house,in fact we had a douche as out house captain QAM......that mofo would often catch hold of me and first of all demand that i go march and when i would refuse he would come and tell me that i would be the "anchor weight" in the tug of war competition,fuck off randi ,was my response on all of the occasions......
The sports day wasnt all about the marching tere were all those athletic events and all,most of these events were won by either the kids from Mizoram and all or by some anglo christian bloke,Lal Sangamanga Riki,Riki Junior,Riki Senior,Lalamapunga, and all.....so the sports day was actually some freak get together of the "other people" in our school........oh yeah i remember
Lal San Puiyaa....Saiyaaaan mann Guiiyaaa.....me pals know whats this about!
Dubai ,the small field was made of concrete,not grass but con-fucking-crete,BANG!.....went the gun i started running and by some freaky weird incident my leg got entangled with another kid's,i fell straight down,my faced scrapped the good old concrete,when i got up i was a bloody mess,the entire right side of my face was destroyed,i mean skin was dangling off and all,me teeth became loose and i couldnt eat solid food for like 2 weeks.That one incident got me shit scared as well as me family and they never forced me into sports ever again,they made me play the keyboards which is far worse......
So i spent 7 years in Dubai,skipping any and every sports meet possible,which means i got to be good old fatty boy,i have reduced a good bit now but back then i was a Big Mac.....so i came back to me home town Calcutta the city of joy and all that,STB well you must know what STB is like by now,check out my older posts if you dont have any idea at all,all is going fine,i mean day in day out i was getting
abused the first year,name calling and all that .....but one day during an assembly a teacher yells out there will be march practice and so the last two periods will be reserved for that...and then after the march practice there would be trials for certain events.
So after the 6th period the bell goes off,i am a new kid dont know nothing bout the school and i see almost all the students heading off into the huge field that we have,i mean its like 3-4 football fields if not more....and we had like the many buildings of our school surrounding it with a few benches to sit on,the field has all these track markings with white chalk and all,10 minutes pass but no one is marching at all,all i see are 6 groups of people standing about,a few teachers per group and the group contains just the house captains and a few blokes who do wanna march,everyone else is standing at the sides of the field for God knows what reason,which i am gonna find out soon.
You see no one ever wants to march,we are FORCED to march,so the march mayhem begins,i see from a distance that around 50-60 students come running from one corner of the field ,zoom by us and hide in the technical block,i wonder what is going on,the i see a similar no of boys run in another direction from the opposite side and hide in some classrooms,a few minutes later a prefect comes up
and asks me
"Hey you are Lytton?????"
I reply "No i am Reading"
Lytton,reading,wescott,vyse, and 2 more names were there i cant remember,these were the houses in our school,our school had so many fucking students we needed 6 houses just to accomodate em,so now i understood,guys were running away from their own prefects coz if you were caught by your prefect you were made to march your ass off for like an hour and 30 minutes,with constant slagging off and abuses by the prefects coz we "coudlnt march right" and that "we suck" the moter fucking prefects would never march in the heat just chase us guys around.
Oh and we did have some incentive to march about for like 3 weeks day in day out....we would score like 100 points in the sports day and we would get a large cake to be eaten by all us marchers,the reality was that the ake would get eaten by the prefects with us getting absolutely nothing,so the best way to avoid getting caught was to remove our belt and wear some other house's belt,
"Are you wescott????"
"nope reading"
"Are you reading????"
"nope lytton"
On and on and on we would go,i never did take part in any of the school sports days at all.....never even attended one to support my house,in fact we had a douche as out house captain QAM......that mofo would often catch hold of me and first of all demand that i go march and when i would refuse he would come and tell me that i would be the "anchor weight" in the tug of war competition,fuck off randi ,was my response on all of the occasions......
The sports day wasnt all about the marching tere were all those athletic events and all,most of these events were won by either the kids from Mizoram and all or by some anglo christian bloke,Lal Sangamanga Riki,Riki Junior,Riki Senior,Lalamapunga, and all.....so the sports day was actually some freak get together of the "other people" in our school........oh yeah i remember
Lal San Puiyaa....Saiyaaaan mann Guiiyaaa.....me pals know whats this about!
Friday, October 2, 2009
S-P-E-L-L-O-M-A-......oh fuck off
I dont really know what is wrong with the normal "sports" in the world,i mean football,cricket,hockey,motor racing...all are great forms of sport and competition,but for some reason thats not good enough for the americans,they came up with basketball,"american" football,ice hockey[ok give that one to the canadians as well] and the great american past time baseball.They are the only
people who do play these sports seriously and they win ,well most of the times barring Spain's gold medal in Basketball or the domination of The Soviet Union and Canada in hockey,and the best pitcher in the MLB is CC Sabathia who aint American and well the the best Hitters in the game are A Rod,Ichiro Suzuki and Big Papi none of em americans....well that just proves they cant win their own created games as well.....so now we know the reason for the creation of other crappy "sport" events ,like stacking,where they stack cups real fast and in formations and all,and of course the one craze which has hit almost every nation "THE SPELLING BEE"....which was broadcast on ESPN of all channels for a few years till ABC got the rights,you know where a stupid kid comes up and spells real hard words which no one has ever heard off and which no one ever uses,by the way the people who normally win this spelling bee are indian americans.....so there we go
As usual we Indians were not far behind,well actually STB was not far behind,trying to prove that it is a
modern school with a ton of talented and smart kids ,they came up with their own SPELL O MANIA.....which was held first in 2006 i think,i remember K C ,that english freaky maam who would make such crappy pronunciations of words....like ocarina was "oh-kareeena".....so she was one of the judges and heads in creating and organizing the entire competition,there was a prelim where the students were asked to spell out words on a paper and those who got most right would be selected,i didnt get through but a few of me pals did,Chintoo also got through but he was later told that he would have to be the Emcee or host of the FIRST EVER ANNUAL SPELLOMANIA of STB,wow what an honour.....Chintoo couldnt shut up for a couple of days,
Chintoo:I am going to be the host man,i will control the show....
he would go on and on and on and on until some one would shut him up......but that wouldnt be enough to tell him to cut the crap,he would continue later and go on and on.....but the Dark Lord's above and below had a special plan for his bloating and gloating
So as usual the day of he competition came,everyone was excited coz we would get to miss the last 3 periods of the day......yaaaaay.......but only the science students got that privilege,we went into the hall and saw that the teams were already on stage,the 6 houses were all present with 2 representatives for each house.....Rohit was on the stage with the mic getting all prepped up for his day.....and then KC
entered with a few more teachers and Harami Wheatley who as usual started off by saying that we must be quite,not make noise,be respectful....in his fucking pitiful english anglo 'i am so much better and whiter than you guys' tone....fucking randwa.......but as usual we didnt give a fuck to him and as per usual the show /competition started off much later than expected,so Rohit started off his speech....Chintoo[rohit] made the introductions and was using emacculate english,fucking geeko.....so as he is about to start the first round,KC jumps on stage and takes the mic from him and she also makes a crap assed speech,and as rohit is expecting the mic to come back to him,KC starts the competitions....rohit confused just stands on the stage.....while KC does all off the emceeing and all
that.....while Rohit ends up just passing the mic around from one set of contestants to another.......the poor bloke didnt even get a chance to ask one question....while KC was doing all her dramabazee...rohit was just standing in one corner of the stage and passing the mic whenever KC decided to make him a part.......
Rohit did have a closing speech but after the speech he was the joke of the month ,and as you people know me i wouldnt let him off the hook so easily,i mean he had to pay for his gloating...sala waiter ban gaya.....what was the most important thing you did all day???....oh yeah pass the mike....this went on and on and on till one day the "silent assassin" thingy came up thanks to KC again....that is a story for
another day....
We were part of a 2nd Spellomania as well,this time also it hink Rohit was the emcee....but whoever it was he did have more power and control over the show,the only funny bit was when Kaps Baba was asked to spell a word and he got it round and while we were applauding he raised his right hand Nazi style....right infront of our then Princi Fuller....who also looked like a Nazi with his Hitler Moustache.....well i guess thats why Kaps did do it.....just to impress another Nazi.....from one to another i guess....All H-A-I-L............TING!
people who do play these sports seriously and they win ,well most of the times barring Spain's gold medal in Basketball or the domination of The Soviet Union and Canada in hockey,and the best pitcher in the MLB is CC Sabathia who aint American and well the the best Hitters in the game are A Rod,Ichiro Suzuki and Big Papi none of em americans....well that just proves they cant win their own created games as well.....so now we know the reason for the creation of other crappy "sport" events ,like stacking,where they stack cups real fast and in formations and all,and of course the one craze which has hit almost every nation "THE SPELLING BEE"....which was broadcast on ESPN of all channels for a few years till ABC got the rights,you know where a stupid kid comes up and spells real hard words which no one has ever heard off and which no one ever uses,by the way the people who normally win this spelling bee are indian americans.....so there we go
As usual we Indians were not far behind,well actually STB was not far behind,trying to prove that it is a
modern school with a ton of talented and smart kids ,they came up with their own SPELL O MANIA.....which was held first in 2006 i think,i remember K C ,that english freaky maam who would make such crappy pronunciations of words....like ocarina was "oh-kareeena".....so she was one of the judges and heads in creating and organizing the entire competition,there was a prelim where the students were asked to spell out words on a paper and those who got most right would be selected,i didnt get through but a few of me pals did,Chintoo also got through but he was later told that he would have to be the Emcee or host of the FIRST EVER ANNUAL SPELLOMANIA of STB,wow what an honour.....Chintoo couldnt shut up for a couple of days,
Chintoo:I am going to be the host man,i will control the show....
he would go on and on and on and on until some one would shut him up......but that wouldnt be enough to tell him to cut the crap,he would continue later and go on and on.....but the Dark Lord's above and below had a special plan for his bloating and gloating
So as usual the day of he competition came,everyone was excited coz we would get to miss the last 3 periods of the day......yaaaaay.......but only the science students got that privilege,we went into the hall and saw that the teams were already on stage,the 6 houses were all present with 2 representatives for each house.....Rohit was on the stage with the mic getting all prepped up for his day.....and then KC
entered with a few more teachers and Harami Wheatley who as usual started off by saying that we must be quite,not make noise,be respectful....in his fucking pitiful english anglo 'i am so much better and whiter than you guys' tone....fucking randwa.......but as usual we didnt give a fuck to him and as per usual the show /competition started off much later than expected,so Rohit started off his speech....Chintoo[rohit] made the introductions and was using emacculate english,fucking geeko.....so as he is about to start the first round,KC jumps on stage and takes the mic from him and she also makes a crap assed speech,and as rohit is expecting the mic to come back to him,KC starts the competitions....rohit confused just stands on the stage.....while KC does all off the emceeing and all
that.....while Rohit ends up just passing the mic around from one set of contestants to another.......the poor bloke didnt even get a chance to ask one question....while KC was doing all her dramabazee...rohit was just standing in one corner of the stage and passing the mic whenever KC decided to make him a part.......
Rohit did have a closing speech but after the speech he was the joke of the month ,and as you people know me i wouldnt let him off the hook so easily,i mean he had to pay for his gloating...sala waiter ban gaya.....what was the most important thing you did all day???....oh yeah pass the mike....this went on and on and on till one day the "silent assassin" thingy came up thanks to KC again....that is a story for
another day....
We were part of a 2nd Spellomania as well,this time also it hink Rohit was the emcee....but whoever it was he did have more power and control over the show,the only funny bit was when Kaps Baba was asked to spell a word and he got it round and while we were applauding he raised his right hand Nazi style....right infront of our then Princi Fuller....who also looked like a Nazi with his Hitler Moustache.....well i guess thats why Kaps did do it.....just to impress another Nazi.....from one to another i guess....All H-A-I-L............TING!
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