So,there i was,sitting on the pews of the church of my alma mater.Trying to urge those stupid,cherubic memories to come back to life in a sequential manner;trying to avoid a possible bottleneck in this already messed up head of mine.There are so many times when you feel like going back and living life all over again.For me,this is the ONLY moment.

My school.How do i forget that Titanic building,still standing tall,looking all the more resplendent!!!Those were the times....Still remember each and every bit of that heavenly Life,still cherish those moments.And my apologies if i evoke some memories!!!! So,this is me,projecting a virtual hologram of all the things that went through my head.......

To begin with,I remember those pushpak lectures of Mr. Vincent Lolo(P.S. :May his soul rest in peace)who had a problem with his throat,resulting to which he never uttered a word.Instead he would write whatever he had to say. Then there were those enchanting,scary yet hilarious periods of Mathew Sir...those senseless acts which John sir performed....the nickname specialist Salvi teacher(who btw called me Devegowda,am still wondering "why?")...How can i forget the scariest of the lott,the one person whom we could call "Hitler Of Fatima",Mrs Norma...those torturous and childish(yes,in 7th std we children felt they were childish)routines of Father Pakya(err...Prakash).....how do i forget those brainstorming sessions with Mrs Ciciliy,the only teacher i had a good impression on(thats surprising,isnt it?).........i remember Rita teacher,who for some wierd reason had sort of a "Fast,Faster,Fastest" motto..i mean everytime she opened her mouth,the words would come out at break-neck speed.....And i'll always remember Mrs. Bridget,who is one of the two women(the other being mommy dearest)calling me handsome...Finally those periods of Bergis sir,who wouldnt miss a single chance to have a go at Mathew sir(the match reminded me somewhat of a wrestling match between The Undertaker(Mathew sir) & Funaki(Mr. Bergis))

How do i forget those Open Sessions,which had a dubious record of making atleast one female member of the ruling party mewl(and we loved every single bit of it....sorry girls).I can never forget those long,gruelling and intense sessions of penfights with my partners(Kishore Shetty in 8th,Pratik Sanghrajka & Manish Bhagtani in 9th,Sanjay Badani in 10th)God Bless them all for loosing to me

Those cricket matches we played during scouts period.Most of us remember one such time when Aashish Shetty(we call him "daadhi",credit this to his beard)had single handedly won us the match....we celebrated as if the World Cup was ours.But the one match i'll never forget is the one when we played RUGBY,even though it was raining mercilessly..that was the time when Saleel "goliath" Pai (the real name is Saleel and not Sandy)had ripped off the shirt pocket of a particular Abhishek "midget" Raghunath,ma'an the look on abhishek's face was that of "such a helpless guy".

I was there when a shahrukh-like Amit Bamb(Vice President) had pulled a rabbit out of the hat...err actually it was a pornbook from some guy's lunch bag.And i was definitely there(although i would have given anything to be absent)when Mathew Sir had knocked the living daylight out of me,for reasons known only to him.

I am beginning to wonder,what caused me to open-up this pandora's box????? Oh yes! that visit to my school on Children's Day.I miss those senseless,stupid days...so much!!!And i know am gonna miss them forever.

In closing, a few of my friends made me realize something that a guy like me never wants to accept...the fact that eventually,people GROW-UP....every single one of them...am damn sure a few did... As for me,Well!!!lets just say:

am still waiting.....