As usual first day went moderate.
Introduction , Teacher telling their rules and etc - etc .
Whole guys were new. Very few were of previous class. Again my section was B. Our class teacher was Ms. Shoba. I think she didnot liked me in our early days of class. I was suffering from something very serious. My grandpa had Chest Cancer . He was in deep pain. Due to that my studies were affected. I had to took him to doctor for checkup regularly.
After our first PTM. Things got changed. On next day after PTM mam asked me why you are always so quite in class. I had no answer for that. Whole class laughed on mam's question. She ordered Aviral to bring change in me. After all that i was changed personality. Now i started to make fun with friends. I started expressing my self. I was open with my friends than previous days.
Now i had more friend. True one. They were all nice to me.One day some guy had bring orange to school. We started throwing it on each other. That was funny act. At the end when orange was at its the worst condition,i aimed Amandeep's face as target for shot. When i threw it ,it was at target on his face. Whole class was laughing. He was cool for what it did. He just licked the juice of orange which was at its chin and said that orange tastes good,man. We did such naughty act things.
I had performed something more serious than that. We were going back to class from playground as our period got over. Aviral,Maheen and i was going together.I challenged them to compete with me in race. Aviral ignored to participate but Maheen was in the mood. We were ready.Aviral did countdown. We started the race. He and i was running at same speed. Suddenly a naughty idea came into my mind.The idea was that i will place my leg in front of his legs. As we were running i did that. He fell on ground on his face very badly. He was in very bad conditin. His hand had got broken. Shirt got torned. I was in shock. He didnot mind that . On next day he had plaster over his arm. We made fun of that incidence.
I loved my 10th class. I really enjoyed my class. As usual session was about to end. I really was very upset for that. That class i will never forgot. I didnot want to leave that class. We bunked our period . Played lot of football. In that class i got never forgetting memories.
Aviral,Surya,Maheen,Avhinash,Gautam,Amandeep,Simran,etc; which helped me to change myself and were my bestbuddies till now .Especially Aviral,he is a great guy.He changed me for good.Thanx yaar for what you did. I will never forget that.
They were my best buddies of all time . I will never forget them.
entry 66 July 11, 2020 At some level, I like to personify stuff and all might be that’s somewhat acted as immunity against narcissism and hedonism. My Baji (Grandfather) was a straight forward and a bit rough kind of person. One who had served in the army during two very decisive wars (that of ’47, as a young recruit and ’71), It was normal of a person to be of that nature given the circumstances. He was a traveler and an explorer. He bought an Ambassador after retiring of the rank of Havaldar and drove it as a taxi. As a taxi driver, most of his expeditions were limited between Jammu and Srinagar. And how could one forget the heartiest desire of him to take me once to Patnitop, if everything went well. Alas! That could never happen as the incurable disease got better out of him. But one thing was obvious by the way he used to eulogize about Patnitop that that place had a special place inside his heart. And more than the desire of him to take me there I think he himself...
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