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!