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.......talkin about college,
about my teachers, my frens,
garden, library, lab,
lavatory, canteen, staff
room, stuff room and I
dreamt. Still everything is
as fresh as ever. Those
college memories………
Those early morning get
together, those classes
bunked, those t.t. matches
and those canteen hours, in
the sun, on the phone,
behind the toilet, under the
coffee plant, above the
cement benches, staring
below the water, teasing
frens, teasing fishes,
throwing flying kisses,
calling miss as misses,
teasing teachers behind,
drawing caricatures, making
noise in the library under
‘keep silent’ board, playing
with chemicals in the lab,
exchanging the dissect tray
frog with Manoj’s, the best
surgeon’s mouse, making
faces to Chiran, inventing
stupid chemicals by mixing
unknown chemicals, putting
water in the dil HCl bottle
and seeing Surya panic,
hiding lighter and seeing
Ram sir’s temper fry, hiding
Aashish’s practical file
inside teacher’s desk,
exchanging apron of A.D.
Mishra sir- the great
khali’s apron with T.K.-the
bushman’s apron, saying
dirty jokes in front of
Anjali miss, drawing
moustache in Prabina’s
picture, giving Guru read
away Nepali songs as poem
passing stories and jokes
around the class, stealing
T.T. balls, asking Renu miss
to photocopy the papers for
free, pleading Tara miss to
excuse library-book-fines,
singing Narayan Gopal’s
songs as rap, singing
English songs like Ram
Krishna Dhakal’s, playing
tabala in the desk, playing
the harmonium of copy,
singing nepali adds ‘hulas
ko gurans chaap’, teasing
Tara saying ‘oyee’ in even
small things, staying out in
the sun to visit Thailand
via telescope, collecting
urine for lab test, catching
insects for lab, submitting
empty papers in class test,
exchanging papers in English
class, converting English
lines straight into Nepali,
speaking the also broken
English and founding a nick
name for every teachers, for
every frens and I was called
R.J. Khattam, Dr. Bindass…
We were bindass but never
doctors.
Arjun was the luckiest...coz
the xeiest grl called is
name loud"ARJUNEE !!"....He
always arrived late...(with
HER sometimes) and we guys
shouted.."oiee...!!".
“Man, what are you doing
after +2?”
“Going to every country
whose name starts with A?”
“Arab?”
Hell, we were so noisy,
noisy in the ground, lab,
canteen and even at exams.
The boys who submitted
papers the first 0of all
were considered the
brilliants. Every boy dreamt
to be a Bindass, submitted
the paper and came out
proudly, smiling half-moon
smile and when they saw me
standing outside before
them, they put their hand on
their forehead “Oh, no, I
could have solved more.”
Test results were never
expected to be pasted on the
board but always expected to
be published out.
“Hey, it’s me 19 again”-said
the 1st.
“That’s good, 19 out of 50.
I got 16.” told 2nd.
“Hell, you told you would
fail but you are a
betrayer”- added a boy in
the group and other boys
cheered and supported-“You
are a girl-sided boy. Girl.
Girl!!”
Anjali miss always took
tests but never gave back
papers. Bijay sir always
gave back papers but never
took tests.
“Hey, they are maths group
students’ paper sir.”
“Oh, I thought you ppl did
better this time but…”
Totti always asked
questions:
“U stand up. What is
cellular...” and before he
concluded boys cheered
together “totipotency.”
And I being asked told “Sir,
it’s 12 class now. Same
question?” because I didn’t
know the answer. Xylem was a
big issue over a small over
a small issue. “Then tell me
what’s xylem?”
“You know... I mean... sth.
Like latex, milky liquid… I
mean...” and the guys opened
their copies to show me the
answer…”Which page?”
“1st.”
“Which paragraph?”
“2nd.”
“Which line?”
“Third.”
And when I was about to
answer, “Ummhmm… xylem...”
he said “Sit down, I’ll ask
the same question tomorrow”…
he smiled “as usual.”
Chemistry was my safe
period. I was never asked a
question because they knew I
wouldn’t answer anyway.
Zoology? I was asked to draw
figure on the board and I
did a mess, the labeling
lines intercrossed the
cobwebs and I was never
asked to draw again since
then, “I am a genius.’
Nepali period was best
period. It was the last
period. Our energy was in
zero level but we were
always noisy. Five of us
stayed in a single bench
designed for 3 ppls.
“Hey you two get to the next
bench.”
“Guru, it’s cold.”
“I am sweating and you call
it’s cold?”
“Guru, we had a Coca-Cola na.”
It would be strange for guru
if we didn’t behave
strangely.
If we didn’t make noise, he
would ask “What’s wrong? Are
you bored ppl?”
“Guru, story!!!”
He always started with
“once, me and my frens in
India, in Bombay…”
“What? OMG!!! Guru, you went
Bombay??”
And he stopped the story.
We missed A.D. in +2. He was
bindass. “More story more
confusion, no story no
confusion.”
And missed Daya “Man, you
have been having common cold
for 2 months. What symptom?”
And, L.K. “Molecular bonding
is the property of”
“Sir, again, didn’t hear the
last two words” we smiled
and added “as usual”
Didn’t miss maths. Really!
And, zoology sir was also
bindass.
“Jal Shah, Rajesh Hamal, Alu
chehura…did Bijay bring the
chart?”
“No, it was supposed to be
brought by Hari”.-Bijay told
and boys supported.
“What me?”-Hari pointed
towards his afraid face”
“No sir, it was Arjun”-and
boys supported.
“No, sir, it was Sanjog”-and
boys supported.
“No, sir it was Aashish”-and
girls too supported.
“Well, I drew and gave it to
Dipendra”- no one
supported!!
Well there’s one thing
that’s unanimously
supported. We were bindass.
Our group really
rocks!!!
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