Back To School

My school reopened lately and everything has been crazy since then. Just plain absolute 'crazy'. And I don't mean the fun and happy 'crazy', in which you have too much alcohol and try to become Shaktimaan by rotating furiously. I mean the kind of crazy that your mom gets when she finds about the alcohol.

And crazy reaches new heights in Delhi, where the temperature is so high that you can't make out whether the stench smothering you is someone else's or your own.  So yeah, I have witnessed a lot of 'crazy' in the past few days. Mostly because my parents believe in the system of education and send me to a school which, apparently is considered one of the best schools in Delhi . But my school, much like everyone else's, fanatically tries to screw with the students. It chose the following ways-

1) It kept extra classes during half of the summer vacations; despite of CBSE declaring holidays. (But who listens to CBSE anyway?) The classes were only for the seniors as the school believes that we are immune to heat. In fact, I doubt that they have a theory which says that us seniors can photosynthesize the heat and use the energy to fill our registers. Or maybe, that's just me going crazy.

On a serious note, i think the motive behind the extra classes was not to teach students, that hardly happened. The real motive was to get students accustomed to the idea of following order's even if they make no sense. They are preparing us for the real corporate world, where our boss will mess with us, just for the kicks of it.

2) It asked us to wear the same white uniform for a week. Although my regular uniform makes me resemble the doorkeeper of a mall, but I can live with that. What I can't live with, is wearing the same white uniform, which has been drenched in sweat and has been used by me as a napkin, over and over again. Why not wash it you say? Try saying that to my mother. She made me take the week off.

3) It kept morning assemblies in the scorching heat, for a time period that appears like an hour or so. The assembly mainly involves students pushing each other and trying to figure out the Principal's accent. And then there are the lame choir songs; all to Jesus. The fact that only 3% of the students are Christians doesn't matter; what matters is that our Chairman is Christian and somehow Christians,down the ages, have had a knack for converting people. Personally, I guess it's really awesome how our chairman makes 3000 Hindu kids pray to Jesus everyday, on the same ground, at the same time and mint money out of it. Pure genius. Anyway, after a bunch of kids show their talent by passing off poems ripped from the internet as their own, 5-6 get drenched out of energy and faint while singing the prayer songs( Jesus chooses not to revive them) and rest of the students get tanned and start stinking; the Principal declares that the students can go back to their classes after a practice session of singing for another 20 minutes. Why does she make us do that? Because she can.

'My school, I'll not reveal the name in order to avoid the humiliation'

Pic credits: AYJe

                                 

So if you have managed to stick on till now , then you'll understand how crazy I am.

But you know what?

Any of it doesn't matter when the monsoon comes and the gentle cascade makes you think that life is worth living.

Also, you can always see some random people slip and fall.

Bliss.