Nostalgia

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Nostalgia

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Patha Bhavan,where the meaning of life is redefined..!!

when i got admited to PATHA BHAVAN it was just a mere school to me..roj sokal e 5am e ghum theke otha..den somehow school e asha tao widout metro coz oto sokale metro cholto na ..it was just a night mare to me...I used to think oh god kobe ei 2yrs katbe nd i'll get rid of this...nd now i think oh god ei 2yrs eto taratari kete gelo???!!!! bujhtei parini kobe school tai 2nd home hoe geche...nd the credit totally goes to the teachers,my fellow friends and above all the homely ambience of our school..!!teachers der kotha bolar moto skill of language amar nei..sudhu ei tuku bolte pari they are next to my parents...

I'm gonna share with you all those sweet as well as mischevious moments which i really treasure...nd let me tell you about those sweetest gifts that i've got from Patha Bhavan...

June mash er gorom e started our new session...I was an "external" ...so was quite tensed ki kemon hobe new frnds etc etc..freshers' day r din my new friendship started with an unkwon girl with a sweet smile...nd tht girl is today my best friend priyanka...as we entered the classroom together..puro places filled thaka te last bench e giye boshlam...samir sir was our class teacher...immidiately he pointed us nd said "prothomdin e eshe last bench e boshbe,golpo gujob korbe........."so tht was my 1st dy...den comes half yearly r disastorus reslt nd chem e fail kora...!!! den comes annual sports...bunk marar plan thakleo a so called strict school captain amader girls' toilet theke dhore ene unbearable sun light e left right koreichilo...!!!!

Mahashweta miss er class almost roj e amra off period chaitam...nd mou miss iche moto disturb kortam...sid er student circle(i dnt knw unar ashol naam ki chilo sobai tai dakto...so unintentionally amakeo tai use korte hoche) k birokto kora...remember shei arjun k 20mins dhore p,q bolte bole punished korechilen.???..!!!!...den comes subhra ma'm...miss er class a ritobroto nd company "kali kali coo coo" (remember mauja ki mauja 4m jab we met??) background music dito..class e boshe tiffin khawa,teachers der birokto kora these were our regular routine..another regular thing was suvodip sir er kache case khabar bhoy...i hope puro PB te emon keu nei j ek bar o sir er kache case khaye ni...!!!ratul er "chirodin e tumi j amar" nd "mon bhenge jaba" r case...arjun er physics lab a "i'm a disco dancer" gawa r case are very few examples...there are certain people who got famous by standing infront of the teachers' room(nt tht they had somethng to discuss abt studies,they got punished :P)...r ekta bhoy chilo debashis sir er sahityer itihash er class...notes na nile sir bolten"""keno lekho ni??? kal 9am er modhey maa k bolbe amar sathe esehe dekha korte"...!!

and now the funniest incident which tops the list is "neutron neutron repulsion theory"....by any mistake samir sir class e porte gie used this term...and since den it became our topic of discussion....sir er favour e kichu duto brick er golpo o bolechilen jeta aj obdi ami bujhini....!!!

this was a journey of 2 long years...yet ekhon bhable mone hoi koto taratari sob over hoe gelo....friendship,enemity,break ups ,patch ups..likings -dislikings...sob nie onek bhool e bhora duto year...bt luckily i belonged to such a school where mistakes were treated as a step to sucess...alwaz teachers der theke we got forgiveness for all our mistakes...nd we were alwaz treated by the same unfaultering love and affection as our parents do...

Really ,had passed one of the best episodes of my life..it was my first post...which is a tribute to all those respected teachers who were alwaz by us no matter what'er mistake we did...and to also my dear friends who made dis two years so so special to me..!!

-smita

TRIP DOWN TO MEMORY-LANE.....!!!!!!

Well, here I'm gonna take a nostalgic trip down to memory-lane...........JUNE 2008-it was when I became a part of Patha-Bhavan.Yes, I was an external in class XI. "EXTERNAL"..............hmm this word used to sound like a tension before I came to Patha-Bhavan---how'll be the internals, how I'm gonna be treated and blah blah....Trust me guys, I never imagined that somedays, I'll forget the meaning of this word EXTERNAL.___New friends, new teachers, new atmosphere - couldn't understand when all these NEW had transformed into OLD.........

Everyone seemed to be so familiar, supporting, friendly and nice.....I could hardly ever feel in these 2 years that I'm from some other school & so called EXTERNAL.....never for a moment I experienced the invisible barrier between the internals & externals-------


yup that's "AMADER PATHA-BHAVAN". All I learned here, to understand a friend......to share feelings & emotions......to maintain unity....well, school life is something this kinda and these all are common-----surely----but still,
Porichito chobir modhei lukie ache
oporichiter avas,
Tai to boli Patha-Bhavan e peyechi
jiboner notun akash.



Sei class e bose tiffin share kora, school e ILLEGALLY cell phone nie asa, Suvodip sir er case dewa, chutir por sobai mile golpo korte korte kichuta poth chola and last but not the least..............................CLASS DISTURBANCE : well, ei bapare amar personal contribution hoito kokhonoi more than 15% chilo na, but 100% support and co-operation always e kortam :-D.......ei prosonge onek choto choto ghotona mone pore jai, jamon computer class e Mou miss ke jalano....roj e almost eta cholto kom-besi....but ekdin mone ache miss vison rege berie jan & it was the last class of that day....few students even kept following her on the road to say that popular 5 lettered word SORRY....and surely she didn't listen to anything at all and we were suspended for the next computer class.............
hmm, there are a loads of such incidents or better to call it "fun"......!!!!


OK guys, I really can't express in words, exactly what I got from Patha-Bhavan........friends,fun,guidance......and something that taught me to perceive life in a different way.....or may be something beyond it !!!!


Now really miss those BEAUTIFUL days.......those moments....rather, I must say those THRILLING moments.........golden hours !!!!
The sweet memories have kept me in a cage with iron guard,
But I know, I've to fly from here like a determined bird !!!!!


Ya, that's true.......memories'll always reside in our heart like trasures but still we've to walk ahead......hmm, again this is something I learned from Patha-Bhavan !!!!

Uma Miss er History class!!!!

The History class of Uma miss was considered a free period to us.We hated Indian history, but loved her class.It was full of mostiiiiiiii :)..Even before she entered the class..amra chechate shuru kortam "Misss ajke free period din...tokhon theke tana class kore jacchi..ektaooo free paini"..........Miss bolten "Thik ache baba,only 15 mins porabo..tarpor chere debo"..But that 15 mins also used to pass pleading for the "free period".....

Most of the times She was in good mood...but when she got angry,she just quitely used to leave the class and we used to run after her..convince her and bring her back to d class.(porashona korar jonne ofcoz noy,Case theke bachar jonne)....!!! :)

Oneday Aniruddha (we joked hes her favourite student) sang "Main toh amla pagla deewana ho rabbaa".....and kalpita started dancing fulltoo jeetender style...Suddenly her mood changed....she got angry terribly...(sedin boro shoro case khete khete beche gechilam amra).....but as usual nirlojjer moto we continued laughing...

We never listened a word in her class.Sometimes she came to the classroom and informed us about the "Classwork"(about what she told us a week earlier ,But WHO CARES?) :)....We never had any proper classwork copy..so we tore pages from our diary and atleast used to write the questions(few of us though)...Some answered.........Some gave the blank page...some gave the page only with the questions...and some peaople did not even care to submit the page......This was how our classwork was over!!!!!! :)

Although before the history exam The Indian history Appeared as a "Bamboo" and we terribly felt guilty for not taking the subject seriously...and it made us miss Uma Miss even more......

A strange encounter

For a change let me talk about a life outside school but very much related to it---

Tokhn ghorite baje ponepachta, ami r avik rouna holum khelar mather udyeshye...ekta dan dik, tarpor shoja rasta. shei jono-manob hin shamudro toter moto shoja rasta dhore dui bondhu cholechi. Rastar kukur gulo bishram korche, berul gulo shei shujog a stupakrito jonjal monthon korche amriter ashae, kak gulor korkosh gola o jeno kirum opurbo bhabe mile utheche ei monorom poribesher shathe...gache boshe thaka kaker ure jaoar folei hok, batasher sneher alingoner folei hok majhe modhye, bardhokyo purno pata gulo jhore porche...emn shomoye digyonto theke ek chokh dhadano alo eshe charidik alokito kore tullo... chokhta ektu choto korae bujhlum, ekti taxi, tar ga theke robirashmi protifolito hochye. arektu egote dkhlum taxi theke ekti hat kromosho bohiragoto hoiteche. hothat taxi ti thamlo amro thamlam, rather thamano holo. ek oti porchito akarer manush taxi theke nebe elen. bollen- " ei dui mokkel er kothai bhabchilum tadr para die jete jete." baprta chokher shamne ghotchilo kintu bishwash hochyilona, kintu pran bhore hanshi pachyilo. manushti je bhabe ek hat chure taxi driver ke thamate bolcchilen r onyo hat die amader thamte bolchilen, ta oti oshadharon... jake bole perfect multi tasking ability of a trained mind...tar pocket theke taxi fair t berolo, taxi to chole gelo. bt the presence of this man was unmistakably unintentionally very much noticible. we stood there talking about our future, which at the moment seemed very much futile infront of the GAME. yes FOOTBALL. and how the game reminded us of that man we were standing with. yes i am talking about shob khelar shera bangalir tumi football. YES I AM TALKING ABOUT SHUVODIP SIR. a strange encounter indeed...but when it comes to this guy, Believe me stranger things have happend :-)

onek din bade jodio onake dekhe besh bhaloi legechilo...amra worldcup nie alochona korechilum...but jai bolo r tai bolo je jai bole shubhodip sirer name, sirer " MON TA KINTU BHALO" :-D

Mon ta kintu bhalo.. (But he/she is good at heart)

One of the funniest 'phrase' that I've ever heard.. (and it kept on repeating itself throughout my school life..) : 'Jai bol bhai...or mon ta kintu bhalo' (Say whatever you like, but he/she is good at heart.)

Sometimes 'the person' who we were discussing... was a drug addict, a pimp and was miserable in academics...still his 'mon' was 'bhalo'.

A nymphomaniac girl, a super horny teacher , an ex-student who was then locked up by the police in some thana...all were cool....because.... 'Jai bol bhai...or mon ta kintu bhalo'

Let me give some more examples : ''He is an ultimate loser...He scored 24 out of 100 in Environmental Education, even a bankrupt, retard from Lokkhikantopur can pass in HS Environmental Education..... still
...''Jai bol bhai...or mon ta kintu bhalo''

''She is such a whore.... she dumped me on my birthday...she lied to me..when she said that she was going to the clinic....the BI**H was actually watching 'Kaminay'...with some 'muscle-maniac' guy from a commerce college'...' Kintu Jai bol bhai... ami bhebechilam or mon ta bhalo''

So, why do we love a bunch of junkies, whores, kidnappers, 'mobile-chors' , 'Mom-beaters' utter idiots ( with IQ. less than 10)???!! Just because they are friends...No, because they obtain something worth appreciating...'BHALO MON'.....

By applying this 'mon ta kintu bhalo' method... we can eliminate all the dark aspects of the society.... It is the perfect way of being an optimist. And by this method we can say everybody is good....and no one is bad... !!! And after all they are friends....!!!

'Jai bol bhai...or mon ta kintu bhalo''...AMEN!!!!

Ambrocia

Ambrocia was the place for our regular khadda.. Usually after our school hours, we waited a bit for the accumulation of our khadda-buddies... then the stroll began from our school-gate along the long merlin park row...it is a maximum 2 minutes walk, but after school it took about 8-10 minutes, because we walked real slow, stopped, looked back, strolled back, came back, sat back, did everything we could to go back to the school gate and look for more khadda-buddies,.. not because we were too tired to walk, but because we used all our energies, dedicatedly, in chatting, khistey-ing, joking (I always gave the most ridiculous ones.), and talking rubbish that seemed to be the most important diplomatic discussion of the time, and also waited as long our tongues could wait to be pampered, to have more guys so that per-head share reduces a bit, and hoping for the best- to get hold of a "murgi"! (now I know, those who achieved in making me one are not at all repenting the fact...I would laugh if they do so... :-D)..
Ambrocia's chicken rolls came at 19 Rs. And the interesting thing about "pre-khawa" part was the payment process.. I can quite guarantee that our payment process was one of the most complicated ones, more than latest business economics gyaan at Harvard... you need to be a little more attentive to understand the whole thing...
It so happened that, we at first calculated a total price by multiplying 19 with the head-count. Then we divided the total price with our  head-count again, to get the per-head contribution required. then in most cases one of us (usually me and deeba) had the idea of a cold-drink.. this being immediately regarded, we cancelled the whole  multiplication-division, and started with - "tahole koto porche?"... this "tahole koto porche?" - is one of the most difficult relation to solve...in most cases we didn't have a solution anyways, solving "tahole koto porche?" , required great skill and practice of mathematics, mathematical manipulation, economics, communication skills and a fair knowledge about the pocket-market, which included the share-status at the canteen. Now, you may think that "tahole koto porche?" can be solved by a little advanced mathematics, but  it was not that simple, mathematics said one thing, but in reality it hardly followed the answers... for example- Deepanjan usually said- "amar kichu porche na, amae momo khawachhe".. then Soumyadip said- "AEE (he always started with a very emotional article in the beginning of a sentence, it is actually a momo-version of "A"...) ami toke last week khayiechi..bhule ja.. nijer ta nijer ..".. At that very moment Anish happened to recall and stated the fact in such a manly manner that Deepanjan got startled- "By the way Deeba, tui kintu amae 25 taka owe korish.."... this sudden unexpected demand from his dear friend Anish completely peplexed Deepanjan, and he gave a very uncomfortable confused void-of-confidence grin and said- "oo..acha, tahole to cos theta khawabe.." .. All this being happened made the whole damn calculation get out of my mind and Uddalok declared that "jar jai hok, ami 19 takar besi debo na.."



Take a break, things will go even more complex.. ;-)



Well, as I was saying, Deepanjan lost a hand from his faithful friend Soumyadip, he also took a 25 Rs apparently soft but extremely hard punch from Anish, Uddalok immediately made his ground clear. So it was a none-but-God-and-Cos-Theta-can-save-me look on Deepanjan's wide grin projected towards me..  Hence eventually I had to be the God (doesn't matter- I am atheist all along) and decided to give 9 Rs out of Deepanjan's 19 and amazingly, probably inspired by my philanthropy, Anish and Soumyadip decided to give the other 10... Good Luck to me..

Now came the physical part of the whole thing.. Usually I and sometimes Anish had a 100Rs note and none had 19 Rs change and thus came a very important economic issue- the most interesting- mutual agreement, namely "pore die debo" .  This problem took little less time to get through as I, hardly could resist my eyes and tongue and stomach, nodded affirmatively at whatever "pore die debo" schemes my friends offered...

Finally, we managed to resolve our thing-of-the-day and I, all by myself, keeping good trust on my friends, ordered 5 chicken rolls..

Now comes the most remembered part that still haunts me in my darkest nightmares...

We waited for the rolls, they came floating through the arms of the man at the cash-counter, finally reached us, and I gave the long-waited bite.. Ambrocia rocked, we went through the rolls, we khaddaed all along, we tore the roll-rolling-papers and criticized the latest i-Pad from Apple.. we finished our rolls, we walked towards the cold-drinks shop beside Tanishq, we went inside the shop, everyone took out their wallet and we all got a bottle of  7up or Sprite.. then we cheered, we drank Sprite, we khaddaed more, then we parted, Anish, Deepanjan and Soumyadip walked towards Anish's car and me and Udo went towards the Bus-Stop... the Bus came, we climbed in. usually I sat and took Udo's satchel.. the bus drove along... crossed the Gariahat Over Bridge, Dhakuria bridge, where we saw Kinkar and Ananda walking on the pavements, and then through Jodhpur Park the bus reached Jadavpur 8B, where Uddalok and I parted...the bus almost reached 8B, slowly Uddalok landed on the stair-platform, asked "kal asbi toh? ", I said "na mone hoy, kal to amar lab nei..".. Uddalok went further to the stair below, saying "o acha, then abar next mongolbar?" , I replied - "tai to mone hoy.." .. the bus stopped. Uddalok just before keeping his foot on the ground left the ultimate thing that still haunts me - "by the way, roll tar jonno thanks a lot..."

Then I realized, the roll being half-through my digestion, Uddalok half through the pavement and the others full through from my reach, I paid the whole 95 bucks!..

Boy's toilet

Boy's toilet in the HS building was a main attraction to us(even girls..).........its a place where all the boys wanted 2 go in between classes, no matter they really needed it or not.....

A place where the usual purpose of toilet was never fulfilled........its a place of masti, splashing water 2wards each other,using slangs, Sleeping (the skul bag acting as the perfect cosy pillow)...discussing about the gud looking girls and many more......the perfect place 2 bunk classes......We girls also used hang out there....And we used to laugh and pass comments on the boys "who used to rush 2wards the toilet"... :) ...it was everythng apart from being "just a toilet"....

Attention

I request all my fellow authors, to also share their literature with us, along with their nostalgic memories....

Khide pe gelo...

Shei UNFORGETABLE chillli chicken n fried rice......

Shubhodip Sir

Last skul xcursion....Shubhodip sir tasting-"Nun-jhal shob thik ache kina..."

Samir Sir

DISCLAIMER: It is the author's belief that sharing memories of a deceased person does not in any way demean the above-mentioned. Moreover the author also believes that our laughter will today bring alive the deceased. In no way shall the author or any other founder-member of this blog take any responsibility if the deceased happens to come alive and break the neck of any overloud reader. Read and laugh at your own risk.

A typical Chemistry Class taken by Samir Sir:

Samir Sir : Define Atom.

Student A : Stands up and stares down--he/she doesn't know the answer.

Samir Sir : Ei to !! Madhyamik e koto peyechile? 95 % ??
Goes around the class asking the same question.

Student B : Smallest indivisible particle.

Samir Sir : Bosse Por ! Ei -- points at Student C sitting beside student B

Student C : The smallest indivisible particle of any matter which takes part in a chemical reaction.

Samir Sir: Bosse por ! Kissu Janish Na. Tao Madhyamik e 98%. Points at Student D raising hand.

Student D: Adjusts glasses and blurbs out : "An atom is the defining structure of an element which cannot be broken down by any chemical means and generally consisting of a central nucleus of protons and neutrons surrounded by electrons."

Samir Sir: With a rapturous voice - Hollo Na. He further goes on to explain - Atom is the smallest particle of matter - jetake bhanga jay na kono chemical reaction die- bujhecho? Ei to jamana poreche. Madhyamik e shob star, superstar - megastar (with rhythmic 3 clicks of his fingers) othocho atom ki hoye janena. Oi je chota. Shobai chota kore.

Goes to the board- takes out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and starts drawing an atom while taking quick glances at the small piece of paper.

Meanwhile everyone starts coughing and sneezing and coughing out again. Samir Sir looks back over his shoulder to find that everyone is busy drawing the same old atomic model with vigorous pen strokes. He turns his head back to the board and the whole class starts rubbing the soles of their shoes on the sandy classroom floor.

Samir Sir turns around and says - School e ei shob korte eshecho? Ei !!!!! points at Student E sitting just in front of Sir's nose. Bero - Bero. No water in classroom.

Student E: Very innocently - Sir, ektu jol khacchilam.

Samir Sir : Tui bero. Konno kotha hobe na. Amar class e keu jol khabe na. Almost pulls out Student E who strolls sadly along the aisle but comes back in just before the exit and occupies the seat beside his best friend on the last bench. Sir continues-- porikhar khataye does er bodole likhche d - o - s - e dose. Physics., chemistry to durer kotha - era bangla engrijee tao janena. Sob Chota - chota- chota- chota (accompanied by rhythmic finger-clicks)............

Turns back to the board and starts digging his shirt pocket for another piece of paper.

Student E: Sir apnar pocketeo to chota. (Very seriously)

Samir Sir: Ei bero-- bero-- just then his phone rings. He picks up his phone and starts speaking.

A refrain slowly rouses from the students " Ki demand; ki demand".

Sir, almost throws his phone- manages at the last moment only to throw away the duster and walks out of the room.

Just 15 minutes have passed in the 40 minutes class.

AmRaA..

Teernar post pore mone porlo...etao skul thekei shekha....akhn monehoe skul i amader thikthak chinte perechilo....:-)
Chol chol chol,amra bandor dol
Gacher dale jhule jhule,
Kolar khosha khule khule
khabi kina bol??
Chol re chol re chol.....:-D
Akhn ei bandor guloi shob boro boro honu hoe gechi....bt lajta gojano montessori thekei start hoechilo monehoe:-)full credit to PB.

Online "Lekha Jhoka"

Hey guys, this is soumyadip a.k.a Momo... as we all know we are still students but we are all eX students... This blog is like the online "Lekha Jhoka" to me. I submitted one of my poems when i was in 12th grade for this year's edition of Lekha Jhoka, which are to be published later this year, and most of us wont get this year's edition of "Lekha Jhoka" so i thought why don't i post the poem i submitted here on the online magazine for x students. and i also request my fellow x students to contribute their literature here, the purpose of this blog is not only sharing nostalgic memories. The blog was made with the concept of creating a Lekha Jhokha for ex students...so here goes, the poem that i wrote..

THEY

The earth’s wheels runs oiled with blood and sweat,
Of those who chose not to show regrets.
They are the real heroes, who have been forgotten,
They fight the real battles that life has sort them.
They are not the men in uniform,
They don’t become puppets as a new day dawns,
They are the wisest of them all-
Missing out the march of this retreating world.
They are the real makers of the world;
Yet they are abstained from its riches so called.
They have the strength to turn a master of puppets-
Into a puppet to master; yet they chose not to proceed,
Proceed a road of greed and hunger.
They are born free with a destiny,
A destiny none other than to be free.
This freedom is of no tolerance of the other in captivity,
They are thus just like any other puppet to the captors.
Waiting freely to be captured in tranquility,
But they are the true lovers they cant be captured;
So they bravely face the blade when they are tortured.
They show no pain, they show no fear,
For pain and fear will bring about their tears.
For this endless torture driven by greed,
Bares within it a poisonous seed.
A seed that will grow when their tears fall,
Rust shall the wheels of this forsaken world.

UNITE TO SUCCEED

Hey all my pals of X-C.. Remember that day in the picture?? Well, it was the last day of class X. The day was one of the most memorable ones in my life. Its our full class and our class teacher Sharmila Miss (SHOCK!!) Just see the trophy in the hand of Somraj (face covered). It was the trophy which we won as we were the champions of the pyramid competition. The day was one that will always remain in our memories.... Lets relive the moment again. Our whole class was the part of this victory. Although I feel that few people had a bit more influence than mere participation.

KINKAR was the man behind the scene. He was the one who made the design of the pyramid and had planned the whole process. On the other hand DEEPANJAN was the one who suggested what was to be written on the banner. It eventually became a major cause of our victory. But someone else played the main part and rather rescued the the class as one of our pals was absent o the final day. Here came SUVAJIT. Without a single day of practice he skillfully climbed to the top of the structure and held the banner high. I was rather unnoticed as I was there at the base of the pyramid. We finally won the tournament and realized the meaning of our theme that was on the banner- "UNITE TO SUCCEED". I thank all my friends of X-C --because of their efforts we had won the trophy. Cheers...

hey fellow students of patha bhavan...remember this song?
amra khorgosh dole dole..
bash kori oi gachero tole.
korai shuti r kofi khete lutoputi jai shobai mile..

Hello Guys!

Hii Everyone.....this is Neha....here goes my first post......umm...well...i thought i will write something abt "my 1st day in PB".....But I am a part of PB from Montessori....n i really dont remember my 1st day at school....what i remember is I cried alooooooot....n the teachers specially bani miss gave me toffees(though m not sure whether i stopped crying or not)!!!!! As days passed....i realised I LOVE MY SCHOOL....and den the new drama started......Skool jawar jonne kanna shuru holo ......Wt an irony!!!!!!!!! Montessori building er opore Mone ache amader line kore dar korie chobi tola hoto??? We used to make funny faces....and je chobi tulto...he used to say "thik kore sthir hoe darao"......Hmm......I used to feel a strange kinda Love or rather possessvness abt my school(jeta ekhno ache).....So Onno skuler keu ba amader skul eri keu pb'r bepare baje kicchu bolle lathi ghushi chor thappor etc etc kheyei bari jaye......!!!!

PB has given me many things......real frnz(wd real atlamu)...1st crush followed with many....:)...and lotta memories...which will never fade......Now When i look back at dis long beautiful journey of 14 years(montessori ta ke include na kore parlam na).....it feels strange....ki kore eto taratari skul life sesh holo?????Why der is no rewind button in our life?????????Very unfair......but this is not the end.....Its a new beginning with all the old memories....... :) :) :)

1 MP

A lot of my friends who eat sleep and dream photography might think MP is for megapix (ok, the photo is little low Q.) and some of my politics-loving friends may take it for member of parliament(ok. deeba is a pretty distinguished figure) but actually it stands for Manpower (as in HP=horse power) got it??

Ha ha ha now that's funny, don't you think?

Well adi (within car) certainly sees the funny side of it and as for Deeba...

Lets just say such is the charm of the man that Mother Nature felt compelled to do a little Lip-job on him

Come what may

sun or rain

storm or hail

not even the gloom of death

can stop him from flashing those Topaz-yellow teeth at ya!!

Not much of a rhyme but you got the point, right?

What they would miss....

This was what patha bhavan used to look like, there are many a students out there, who miss their time at patha bhavan, but to me the ones who really miss our school, and the school really misses, are none other than the wonderful poems that god once wrote upon this earth, yes i am talking about the trees, which were fell down at the end of our school lives, which i thought recorded nothing but our emptiness... one day i went to school and found my patha bhavan in pieces, and what was remaining of it was being brutally cut down, i stood there in awe!!!, during my short term at patha bhavan i never felt such a harsh and cold chill climbing through my veins, and mixed emotion of anger sorrow,betrayal, and futility. the students didn't even get to know of this sinister plan of the school authority, which was executed during the weekends, if i had known, i would have stood up against it along with my batchmates... i still remember i stood there with my watery eyes with few of my friends, and one of our teachers abhijitda, it was the first time i got the taste of the harsh world ahead of us... later it was told that the trees had to be cut down in order to get the plan of the new patha bhavan building sanctioned, and all the time we have been taught that new should not come at the cost of the old.it was here that i was taught new could never be the new unless exists the old. it was hard, it is still hard to imagine patha bhavan with out its ever spreading shadowy ground.the future students will not miss a thing that they will never have. But to us the leaning tree to sit upon, the 'BEL GACH' which provided us with football.the shadows where so many found their love.the squirrels and the titanic honey comb...was our heaven on earth, heaven that belonged to us...