The Good Old Johnson Grammar Days

A lot of what I write will not make sense. This is not an edited peice of text, instead its spontaneous.Not written in proper english … just figments of my memory …

Its one of those rare days when I feel all nostalgic and miss my friends from school, remember the young carefree days, the innocent companionship …

There are lots of things that come to my mind. In no particular order a few are …

The most surprising day for me was in the 10th class when Malathi ma’am announced that I am in the running for the post of the School Head Boy !! Me !!! … Happy … Shreyasee, Ramya, Harish and I went from one classroom to another, staffrooms, the administrators office, the princpals room, introducing ourselves. We were the four people the school would vote and choose to become the Head/Assistant Heads. The next day results were declared, and to my astonishment I became the Head Boy. Harish became the Assistant Head Boy. Likewise Shreyasee and Ramya were chosen Head and Assistant Head Girls respectively. However, throught the year I did not do any noteworthy work … It was always Shreyasee … well, as we have in chemistry that every strong acid has a weak conjugate base, the same applies here as well. All I ever did was display the 3 shiny stars on each of my shoulders, and flash the head boy batch. And if you have never worn stars, let me tell you, they are heavy. So in a manner of speaking I did have to carry a heavy burden the whole year.

There’s only one person in this whole wide world that I want to meet but have not been able to. His name is Veerat Jaiswal. There was always something special about him that I cannot express in words. Somehow I liked his company. Apparently he has married against the wishes of his parents and doesn’t live with them anymore. My search continues …

A lot of friends I had back then … Nishanth, Tajuddin, Praveen, Kaushik, Sai Pavan deserve special mention. Nishanth was the joker of the class, hilarious, and yes the reason that I passed all my telugu exmas . The very day I became the head boy he had an advise for me – ‘Singha, never listen to the teachers, they’ll make you work much more than what you should ! ‘ …

Rizwan is a senior who has to be mentioned. During the school days we shared the passion for programming. He would tell me new tricks. He was the one who taught me file handling and sub routines in BASIC, prior to which I used to write all my codes as a single function. He was an amazing friend. I even went to a trip to Chennai just because he was going too. Well thanks to you now I am here about to graduate out as a computer engineer and happy about it.

Someone else needs to be thanked too – Zahreen teacher. She was our computer teacher then. She used to encourage me. I remember her getting me extra programming questions so that I do not solve the ones that she had brought for the class. And I would always try to get everybody’s attention by solving all of them and jumping up and down eager to blurt out the algorithm. Yet she was patient with me.

While we are on the topic of programming, I might add that just as Rizwan was the best coder in my senior batch, Bharat K Molleti was the best amongst us. At an computer exhibition held at school, Rizwan made a program to calculate dates and do lots of cool stuffs. Bharat simulated piano in dos !!! imagine using your keyboard to play music in DOS. It was awesome coding. Mine was the easiest and yet the cachiest of them all … you see, KBC had just released then, and I coded the KBC. Everybody wanted to play. haha … unfortunately, I did not know how to generate random numbers back then, and neither did I know how to use the web .

I was a bit annoying too. I would suggest our maths teacher to take extra classes instead of the PT / Library class !! Yeah, I was stupid back then. I would show off that I was better at maths than most. I wonder what people must have thought about me back then. Let me tell you, I am no more like that. Changed I have in ways more than one, yet remain the same Anuvrat that you always knew.

A few memories include Haritha irritating me … quarelling with Sana all the time , Sravu … Yogi ke saath fight, after which he would invariably cry … Sri Hari sir … Sridhar sir’s leaving the school … all of us went tothe staff room to plead him not to leave … and if I am not wrong … shayad main Ankita ke saath bhi baitha tha kuch din .. towards the end in class tenth … us bechari ko mujhe jhelna pada …

Sridhar sir is the guy who shaped my present. He told me that if I wanted to try for admission into IIT I must be strong at algebra. He suggested me Hall and Knight Algebra to practise algebra.

Mangal … librabry … smell … you can guess it … Mangalnath had to go back home ..

Library .. Aarti teacher … and who can forget Yogi’s aunty – Saroj Sharma Teacher … Vani teachers pinch .. Surya Kumari teacher .. Annapurna ma’ams boring classes …. she actually called me to the staffroom one day to tell me that I must pass geography to pass the tenth class !! ..

ohh and yes .. I did fail in a subject once … … I failed in geography class test … when the teacher called out my marks and looked at me, I did not know how to react … should I feel sorry for having failed the test, or should I feel happy that it was just a class test and not an exam … anyways, I returned her a smile … The following week, I got a call from Malathi ma’am … she was entering the marks in the report card and couldn’t believe I had failed … she wanted to make sure before entering the marks. … that remains the only failure till date …

And a girl had crush on me !!! My reaction – ignore her … And that is exactly what I did for the next 2 years that we were at school. It was ridiculous … Aur mujhe to ye baat yaad bhi nahin thi .. unless Haritha reminded me  … But now I have grown up, matured … Will I react differently if I come across her by chance ? – I do not know … btw … the girl’s name is BKD … this is one memory I want to forget …

the ccmb school bus … g shashank … playing cricket every evening … priyanka’s phone number … 4150 … … aah … J Shashank and Priyanka … they would always pick on each other … J was the only one in school who could defeat me at chess … unless I lose the game by over confidence … Mallikarjun defeated me in class 10 .. it was me and my big inflated ego of being the better one in chess that I failed to see his move … Amardeep … J and I would have this competition of who could solve the maths problems quicker …

Akhila would always agree to sing the school choir at assembly if I failed to find any one else … she was a good friend too … back from the 7th class days, which I suppose were the best in m life .. Lily teacher .. I wonder where is she now …

The Nirjhar Ghosh .. who would always be willing to pick up a fight with me when we were in 4th / 5th class … grew out of this habit later on … but it was only in class 10 that we became friends … there are very few bongs that i do not want to kill on sight … he’s definitely one …

I want to meet each one of them … I owe my happiest moments to them … they are the friends who are hard to find …

The school’s completely changed in looks now … i am always afraid that i might lose my way if i wander alone inside the school now … but the teachers are all the same … they did recognise me … feels good that people remember you …

But each one of us is in a different place now … i do not know if i will ever meet them in a group and get to spend time as we used to at school … akele milne mein wo mazaa nahin hai jo sabke saath hota hai … aadhe log US mein hain … baaki sab hyd waalon ke paas time nahin hai apne office se  [ ... i hate this reason ... y the hell do u work in such a company which curbs your social life ... life's not all about money ,.. there's more to it ...  ] …. and now i shall be moving to b’lore … with prolly no chance of ever returning to hyd …

I got bored of writing … perhaps I will complete it some other day ..

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