School daysβThe Spring season of crushes β¦ { not my fault π blame it on the rush of hormones π } Those were the times when we would ingeniously spend lunch periods ogling at the School Captain and criticizing the length of skirt of his girlfriend π β¦ {It still beats me why the Head boys had to be Adonis in disguise and their cropped-hair-long-nails-chirping girlfriends β unfortunately a diva ?}β¦ Poor tiny souls like me would secretly sigh at his incredibly attractive smile π β¦ and play darts on his girlfriendβs pictures π (which was splashed all over the glossy school magazine )β¦
If that was not enough, God had instilled in her all the qualities that we were shrewdly devoid of ⦠topper in class, prize winner in Dancing, inter school basketball championship, All State Science congress, District level painting competition, inter house debate competition and the list goes on⦠sigh!!!!
Often the green monster and the Cupid were amazingly cooperative with each other π β¦ But then 12th grade students rarely glanced at 6th graders, except to check their uniforms in the Morning Assembly π
The symptoms of having a Crush appeared long before its meaning did β¦till 10th standard, it was the strange gooey feeling that caused maximum number of crashes, as a result of momentary lapse of concentration when the photoreceptors in the retina send an image that was extraordinarily pleasingβ¦ π {I wonder if this is how I blabbered when one beautiful morning the vice captain asked my name :P}
Just one of their enchantingly fascinating look used to make my knees jitter like a rattlesnake π β¦ and butterflyβs close cousin Dragonfly would perform a rumba and salsa in the gastro-oesophageal junction, sometimes extending up to large intestinesβ¦ and then TANGGGG!!!! I hit hard against the concrete pillar near my class β¦ head on!!!β¦ that was my first CRASH β¦ which was later followed by a collision with Tamarind tree, then the basketball pole, then the door of physics lab, then with English Maβmβ¦ and it continuedβ¦ if my sanity is a little imbalanced, you know the reason now π
Starched White Shirt, skirt impeccably ironed, shoes β chick chack one had to be this conscious if oneβs computer teacher was as distractingly.. ahemβ¦ pleasant to eyes as mine was π β¦ The sight of him, riding his Silver Adreno used to bungle all my SQL queries β¦ With the juniors, Arts and Commerce girls vying for his attention, the competition was real tough π and it didnβt help either when I crashed the school computer π
And then came the famine period, that I bestowed on myself by joining Engg π … Bearded-Grandfather as Professors squishing us under C/C++, life was hopelessly a null pointer exception β¦. When in 7th semester arrived a young, extremely dashing fresh-out-of-college Electrical Circuits lecturer π β¦ the electrical circuitry of the girls from 1st to 4th year went phoooosss !!! Trips to practical labs mounted upto 5 times a day β¦ professors and guys – baffled by this sudden interest in Electric and Magnetic wavesβ¦ our future looked bright in fields of Electronic Cardio-Psychoanalysis {never mind the capacitors and resistors we fusedβ¦ π }
Those were such childlike innocent moments, maybe thatβs why we remember them with a smile … those memories never ache, no matter how many times you were crushed by crashes π
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@Pixie
@lostworld
thanks a lot π
school days indeed were the best π
@Shruti
//the skirt and dancing capabilities mattered to a great extent to date a prefect// lolzzz ya it did… such lovely days those were
thanks for visting π