SaNtA BaNtA & 55eR

I studied in a christian school where Christmas celebration is bliss.Long back when I was a kid ( doesn't mean am old now) , during one Christmas eve I remember this particular comic incident and mega tragedy. My head PT master dressed up as Santa and started throwing in Chocolates to all the kids, as usual me a choc maniac grabbed as much as I can and tucked in my pocket. Once the bag of chocolates got over(though there were many kids), our Mr.Santa blasted HO HO HO across the hall.

So I gave idea to the kids that Santa has hidden a couple of chocolates in his tummy. So as the leader of the pack, we invaded Santa's stomach. I hate to tell how the red outfit changed in few mins. I had to come to school after Christmas as a token of love punishment - Cleaning the mess.

And a dumb 55er to keep you all lazy busy fizy dizzy .
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Rita turned around, Rahul was least bothered.

Rahul was full of dreams, Let him dream - angrily she took the weapon!

She would make him listen to her!

All her energy and shouting in vain,

She wanted to teach him a lesson!!

She moved to beat him

It was time!

BUZZZZ ! Rahul picked his school bag and left

Merry Christmas everyone :)

sOrRy

On this special occasion I would like to thank and say sorry to so many people , who in spite of their best efforts failed but succeeded in me.

Sorry to ,

My Pre.K.G teacher - As I had ripped apart your hair and left you bald when you taught me how to shake head whilst reciting rhymes.

My 2nd std GK mam - For the number of times you tried teaching me how to do "kneel down punishment. "

My Games sir - You thought I had good arm power, but I was just throwing the ball here and there for you to run and fetch.

My Gymnastics mam - Sorry It was my banana peel with which you slipped.

My English sir - Angrily you said "Shit" , and I bribed the whole class to blackmail you by complaining this to Headmaster.

My Karate Sir - For throwing bricks at you to see if your head is as strong as your hand!

My Painting master - It was me who hung the cartoons of you around the school. Am sorry the portrait had half moustache.

My Biology mam - For asking inappropriate questions during appropriate reproductive classes.

My Math sir - How I never understood the Differentiation between Integration in Trigonometry of Theorems - Phew what an Algebra!

My Chemistry Sir - For pouring dilute acids in your tvs 50 petrol tank and the number of conical flasks which I broke trying to balance them with a testube.

My College prof - You tried your best to put me in different benches, yet the dreams continued in your classes.

My Blogger Gurus - In spite of all your hard thought blog posts, yet i post a dumb comment :)!

My Friend - The best teacher of all, If it was not for my friend... I would never be what I am!

Because I used to over perform right from my childhood, all my class teachers expect a little ahead of Teachers day!

Guess the amount of pranks you all did are no less. Please do share! :)

7 yEaR oLd'S DiArY

Prenote to all readers : Please read my disclaimer as always :) ! and please forgive the grammar, its a 7 year oldz musing anyways :)!



Dear diary, today I start to write Diary , writing what i did from morning as my uncle hary troubled( no other word found) to write like this daily.Morning, I think bathing is a mistake invention, because everytime Hary uncle goes inside bathroom he is screaming ( he asks me put it as singing) , so I think it will create pain. Then I put some white cream and powder without my sister finding, as after putting this she becomes white and another colour. Mummy first asked me "kanna pls eat", if I don't she makes me afraid by telling " Seri, wait I will call Hary uncle to tell a joke" , so I think Mummy food is better.. We run to my auto and I sit in front along with auto mama and press the honk in signal and police mama shouts at Auto mama.


Today in assembly, Rahul made the Durrrr noise from his back and I laughed showing finger at him, so my class Miss Rekha beat me on my back and made me kneel down in front of all. First period is English and I tried same what uncle Hary did ( Link ),but got beatings again because miss asked me to say bike and I said car. I like history miss because ,everyday Hary Uncle gives me a letter to give to History miss and she gives me a letter to give to Hary Uncle, today different History miss came and she is old and not nice . As Hary uncle usually says" Give this office letter to History miss" , I gave this also to the new History miss. After reading the letter she told me to bring Hary uncle tomorrow. Hope he has a nice time.


I asked my class miss how to eat Orange and she told me how, I went near her and squeezed the Orange and water fell on her eyes, she shouted and gave me beating for putting water.During games period We played catch-ball, as Hary uncle given me practice in this, I catch well and throw well, but my friend Rahul was good too.So I picked and threw a ball full fast at my friend but it fell on his head and he cried. It was a stone ,I did not know promise. My friend Karthik asked me why is Chris so Fat, and I replied because he had swallowed a Ballon and told Karthik to pinch with a safety Pin to burst the balloon. So Karthik did that and I got beatings.




After full day beatings , I went home in auto and it was raining and so many rainwater around. As Hary uncle , Mom,Dad and Sis came to get me from Auto I jumped out in a laugh. on a puddle of water, it spread on all of them and Hary uncle white shirt became brown, and my sister makeup cleared. Again beatings. In home I told Hary uncle to sing happy song, so he screamed and opened his hand which fell on my mummy who was bringing milks, glass and the milk fell down on his head.Again beatings, but to Hary uncle.


I asked Daddy " Are you afraid of Mom" , he angrily said " No! am not" , so I asked him " Then why did you throw of the lunch in the bin without telling mom and saying shhhhh" , Mummy was behind me and Daddy started sweating. Again shoutings to my Daddy and beatings to me from Daddy. Last sister came to tell story to make me sleep, afraid of her mokai story I told I am sleepy.

So this is my day. I think I can put name as Beating Diary.

bEWaRe Of KiDz

Kids indeed are real dangerous personalities and they have the special gift of performing an act and finallyput up a face which would show nothing apart from innocence.

I remember a particular incident once during my school days we had this neighbour who had three kids and the eldest being a cute girl - a year younger than me, and then the other does'nt matter as he is a boy and then a kid of 4 year old(names have not disclosed to protect the blogger from getting bummed). I used to run upto their house whenever my mom sends me on an errand to help my mom and socialize with the neighbours...(yeah the girl...as if i had to mention and blow my trumphet !),

Once during an early Sunday as usual mom sent me to give a box , i grabbed it up gleefully and had run to the neighbour's before she wud ask my bro to do it . To my joy, i was greeted by the chweet gal and the 4 year ol' kid. Just to show my everlasting love for kids (and to impress her obviously) i took up the kid in my arms and cuddled him, only to have forgotten that i have not even brushed my teeth yet !!

The kid totally annoyed, just pulled the strings of my pyjamas and off it fell ! The gal just stared at me red and blushed! , not knowing wat to do i dropped the kid down and pulled back the pyjamas. Now it seems that the drop totally hurt the kid :( , and he started yelling at the top of his voice. I sheepishly gave the box to the giggling gal (shame on her for not checking what happened to her kid bro) and ran back. Don't wanna tell what happened between me and the lil gal...

What do you think is the moral of the story... so its a story and please refrain from any imagination :) !

eNgLiSh cLaSs

----To all those who have already read it..sorry about that, i deleted this by mistake and thought I'd post this again :), so please bear this! As for those who have not read it..please Kaa Kaa it away :) ----------

Was another day in my primary school class and i was'nt throwing any tantrum and only scribbling and drawing in my benchmate's fairnote. Then came my English mam, we called her as Paru...because her nose was as big like a parrot nose. As usual she started her classes right away and the class today was pronouncing silent Alphabets. She started of lecturing about how and where the 'r' is used , and not to stress on the word.

I was too bored with the class anyway...as if i was interested any time. The first word she tried to teach us was CAR... she asked me to stand up and pronounce it..i said " CARRRR", Teacher :" nooooo, its almost like CAAr, with less 'r' in it, its silent!", She instructed me to pronounce it 10 times and also instructed the whole class to go along with me once i repeated correctly. Too angry with the insult and i said " CAA , CAA , CAA " eventually turning to a " KA KA KA KA KA ", The whole class started yelling at the top of their voice as " KA KA KA KA" and without synchronization... it was almost like a swarm of crows and our teacher started shouting to STOP STOP.....but in vain...then seems to be that the next classrooms had taken this up as well.

And slowly the whole block started yelling and passerby crows joined the song as well ,there was no stopping it until our brilliant Headmaster rang the school bell and the "Kaa'ing" stopped and everyone ran out 45 mins before end of school. Of course except me.

It seems my Headmaster always had a constant disliking for my Bum and he beat me Black n Blue .When they asked why did i shout , i pointed at my English mam and said " Paru only asked me to say CAA" , everyone looked bewildered and realized in a split second who and why it was Paru... she went RED!!! and totally embarrassed For some nutty reason i found it funny and giggled. That was it! my parents were summoned and i went on a trial, finally the Defence Attorney had to persuade them to put me in adifferent class and not banish.