Elwen L
for the feeble minded, that's eleven L, or my class nd section. the winter vacations are over, school is open again, incidentally a day after delhi recorded it's coldest temperature in 71 years- 0.2 degrees.
class 10 and 12 have pre-boards and 2 months later boards (which i must say are mostly a waste of time and not the TEST they're made out to be). anyways, coming to the post, our class has been shifted to the 1st floor, so that an EYE can be kept on us. our class "happens" to have a view of mrs c's garden, who by the way, is our princi. Naturally, our discussions and talks, usually limited to weirdos in coaching classes and bloopers made by any damn person, veered towards new quarters. before we knew it, we were making assassination plans.
somehow, a bomb seemed the best way to carry out the not-so-noble but exciting task. bitten by time-wasting bugs as we are all nuances were discussed, with a throw bomb, a time bomb to go off at 5 pm, evening tea time that is, a bomb in the car. most hotly debated was how long a holiday we might get. hmmmm Also, for some reason, it involved a rather short talk on why naukraanis (maid servants are called so).
SUDDENLY, red alert was sounded.
there was mrs C, sitting in her garden, having a cup of tea with some guests, enjoying the morning sun, which was woefully absent. But alas, unfortunately or maybe fortunately, there was no bomb at hand, not even an innocuous diwali cracker! life is cruel!
P.S. playing pointee pointee at aayushi's badge wuz fun
P.P.S. the P.S. is only for those who understand, plz don't ask me what it means
class 10 and 12 have pre-boards and 2 months later boards (which i must say are mostly a waste of time and not the TEST they're made out to be). anyways, coming to the post, our class has been shifted to the 1st floor, so that an EYE can be kept on us. our class "happens" to have a view of mrs c's garden, who by the way, is our princi. Naturally, our discussions and talks, usually limited to weirdos in coaching classes and bloopers made by any damn person, veered towards new quarters. before we knew it, we were making assassination plans.
somehow, a bomb seemed the best way to carry out the not-so-noble but exciting task. bitten by time-wasting bugs as we are all nuances were discussed, with a throw bomb, a time bomb to go off at 5 pm, evening tea time that is, a bomb in the car. most hotly debated was how long a holiday we might get. hmmmm Also, for some reason, it involved a rather short talk on why naukraanis (maid servants are called so).
SUDDENLY, red alert was sounded.
there was mrs C, sitting in her garden, having a cup of tea with some guests, enjoying the morning sun, which was woefully absent. But alas, unfortunately or maybe fortunately, there was no bomb at hand, not even an innocuous diwali cracker! life is cruel!
P.S. playing pointee pointee at aayushi's badge wuz fun
P.P.S. the P.S. is only for those who understand, plz don't ask me what it means
belched out... udit at 7:57 PM
2 Comments:
Mrs C's garden??? nt bad!!! u cn all spy on her. she hu gets us to get up at 6 am, herself sits in the garden and njoy's de mornin sun wid tea. what a shame!!!!!!! N since when hv de students of 11l taken inspiration frm osama??? wel as long as we 2 gt a looooong holiday, hu carz :D
looooong time, keep postin
cya
arrey nahin yaar, we decided ki preboards and al and "show must go on" they'll just give us a week, tho suri sed they'd give us a year.
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