Passionophoria

                             Episode 1   “oh…finally…its over” my dad exclaimed. I looked at his watch “ ooph …!!my goodness its 2p.m.”I added. chairs began to move & so did the restless gathering. It was the first day in the college & it was a (boring) welcome function to the  freshers. Jovial,funfilled and packed with mindblowing cultural acts ,it was exactly what the function wasn’t. It was a very dismal function with a series of boring speeches by princi, lecturers and some minister with an important portfolio, guess he was education minister (well one cant expect an excise minister in a academic function ,right?)..Few 2 nd year students showed that they were no less talented in delivering boring words by sharing their one year of experience in the college . “everyone is requested to please have  lunch before u leave” some girl announced & I gave a wide grin to my dad. he didn’t bother to react . I swore that I’ll take revenge for this sooner or later.

Friends ,!!!  This is not an essay on my days in residential school. And no! this is not a story on my school days. and no it doesn't hold any memorable incidents. This is just a thumbnail depiction of what exactly could be seen in my school when i was in , there!! A reflection on the daily routine.!! Its not necessary i guess , to mention that i studied in a residential school. Jawahar navodaya vidyalaya , madikeri to be precise is the school where i did my schooling from class 6th to 12th. Well that  i can see you yawning at this kind of introduction , let me straight away shoot things out. Hope you will like it.  morning PET..!! morning 5.25 :  PEEEMP...!!! whistle blows. morning P.T. !!! god..!! The cruelest  thing to happen to any student who is floating  in his or her beautiful dream. The P.T. leader along with school leader had to blow whistle to wake people up for morning P.E.T. Its now that people should get up from their bed , give a brush to their teeth and then c