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Paper ***** flew around the classroom masquerading  as a cricket ball Hit as hard but managing to hardly go anywhere The chaos in the class would soon end, as the diminutive figure will walk in, book in one hand Prying eyes trying to catch the laggards shuffling back to their seat and pretend to be very obedient and behaved lot. The pinch, the hit on the arm with ruler, or the words will bring about absolute silence, masking the transient pain and shame, that will soon followed by snickering comments and giggles from those who escaped this time by their agility or luck. The pencil boxes will soon start to play multiple roles, like the actors in a play on a tight budget, Transporting bits of papers with probable clues to the questions put forth, the wrong answer to which, could lead to repercussions of varying degree.. Like standing outside like a flagpole, but failing to act as a deterrent to us incorrigible lot. Lunch time will be  like an oasis in the day of claustrophobic pedantry   where the darwinian principles will be set to test, hands drawn towards the most delicious tiffin boxes, the rightful owner of which will be lucky to even find a morsel But however mundane and monochromatic sometimes those time may be Looking back its was all worth it when we could pick after 3 decades later where we all left off and engage in hours of debating, leg-pulling, sarcasm, enlightenment not withstanding the boundaries of time, space and temperament.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
School Nostalgia
Paper ***** flew around the classroom masquerading  as a cricket ball Hit as hard but managing to hardly go anywhere The chaos in the class would soon end, as the diminutive figure will walk in, book in one hand Prying eyes trying to catch the laggards shuffling back to their seat and pretend to be very obedient and behaved lot. The pinch, the hit on the arm with ruler, or the words will bring about absolute silence, masking the transient pain and shame, that will soon followed by snickering comments and giggles from those who escaped this time by their agility or luck. The pencil boxes will soon start to play multiple roles, like the actors in a play on a tight budget, Transporting bits of papers with probable clues to the questions put forth, the wrong answer to which, could lead to repercussions of varying degree.. Like standing outside like a flagpole, but failing to act as a deterrent to us incorrigible lot. Lunch time will be  like an oasis in the day of claustrophobic pedantry   where the darwinian principles will be set to test, hands drawn towards the most delicious tiffin boxes, the rightful owner of which will be lucky to even find a morsel But however mundane and monochromatic sometimes those time may be Looking back its was all worth it when we could pick after 3 decades later where we all left off and engage in hours of debating, leg-pulling, sarcasm, enlightenment not withstanding the boundaries of time, space and temperament.
narsim
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
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