Vacations!!!...I would have yelled out in joy…but alas, this year’s summer holidays came nowhere near my idea of a perfect one. I badly wanted a long and pleasant (+ all those adjectives you could associate a perfect holiday with) one. Unfortunately what I got was a mere twenty days off, and that too after all that shit in X1th. Despite the fact that mine and my friends’ heads were churned up by the unnecessary* speculations over the reintroduced DETAINING scheme at school, we did try to enjoy it. We had our moments, of course, like the occasional weekend inter-school football match victory, trips to the Cinema and the dinners at Zamzam . Still, thoughts about the oncoming RESULTS haunted us like a recurring nightmare time and time again.
During the last week of the hols, even a glimpse of the telephone would set our hearts beating at 150 b p m. All of us were pretty scared of the fact that any moment that damn thing would suddenly begin ringing…the inevitable call would come…from the Principal’s office. Calls did come. Fortunately, I was spared (something had gone wrong…HOW COULD I POSSIBLY PASS FOR EVERYTHING???). But unfortunately most of my friends had their phones ringing, and they weren’t particularly happy about the silence of mine. The victims (the unhappy souls who had failed to score more than 40 % for a single subject) were called in, with their parents, for a forced rendezvous in the principal’s office. A lecture on the essentialities of education followed.
But that was all.
God was merciful. Fr. Principal, though hesitantly announced an ALL-PASS. It was party time. But “time” wasn’t on our side and we were already in the middle of the devil and the sea…more precisely tuitions and extra classes. If there is one inevitable thing in the life of a student in +2 , it is “tuition”. But this is nothing new, as we are all too familiar with this process as we have been forcefully introduced into its realm almost three years ago. The Oscar winning HURT LOCKER winds up with a frame displaying "365 Bomb-filled days to go(or something like that)" , the Hero is actually lucky! He only has 365 to go. We already had twice as many and are waiting for another 365, with the inevitability of another 5x or so still looming in front of us. If I had a choice I would have chosen defusing bombs over this…WHO WOULDN’T???
But this is the year. It’s like the Singularity, where all future possibilities are wrapped up into a single focal point. Only problem, like I said, it stretches for another 365 days. For us this year is the present and the future(past is a non existent entity).But why remain pessimistic? Thinking of all the past success us Loyolites had had, (the most recent being my friend Nabeel’s triumph, to say one) there is no reason to be so. Yeah, I accept it, one advantage of this whole process over Bomb defusing is that no one would die here (at least not from an explosion). Here, you only decide whether you are gonna make the big break or end up broke, big time.
Still, all these aren’t our primary concern, not yet. Our immediate concern would certainly be LAfest ’10. Then there would be another Colosseum, another Nymph and the like. Certainly, another eventful year to look forward to…(and then the farewell, the boards, the entrance…OMG...). A whole lot of thing in store for the “twelthie”…And maybe, after all that I could take a quick glance at the PAST(before it becomes non existent) and hum …Hey I’m something man…check me out!!!(-switchfoot).
