A Sudden Memory

Yesterday, while browsing through my old books, I chanced upon my class 8 English Literature text book, which was Shakespeare's Merchant Of Venice. With that one find, my mind hopped onto a joy-ride into the recent past, when I was still a school boy. Truly, class 8 was the best year in all of my school life. For one, I had an amazing class teacher, Mr. Probir Mullick, who for every day of the week, had a reason to slap me. Secondly, my academic performance reached an all time high, and I topped my class for the first time. Three, I scored my first century in mathematics, which gave birth to a dream, that never materialized into reality. Fourth, my uncle's marriage, had me experiencing, a proper family marriage for the first time, up close. Fifth, I was a huge hit with my stage performances (I mean singing) during Durga Pujo. Sixth, I became a blogger. You'll still find my old blog at wrahulzworld.blogspot.com.  Now that school is over, I guess these will be the only memories, I'll get to enjoy and cherish. Not that I loved my school, like most of you, but I did love my teachers, the company of my friends and the ... well ... the hustle and bustle every morning, the unit tests, the lunch break, the canteen, Gebuda (I mean Mr. Gabriel Gomes)  (for the all round entertainment), Ms Shoma Gomes (for the 100 in Bio I never deserved), Mr Kallor (for the 60s in English I never deserved), Mr Andrew Singh (for being the best teacher in the world, better than FIITJEE teachers), Ms Haimanty Paul, Ms Tanusree Pal (for being the only reason to like EVE), Mr Das (for the "Pichle saat din o" in his class), Ms Madhumita Bhattacharrya ( for giving me 80+ in Bengali when I expected 60s), Mr Sharma (for raising maths to a new level .. I don't necessarily mean higher)...

I thank you all ...