Secret Diary of Student Life!

Student life is the life one cannot roll back. Those are the golden days of our life. I am sure a lot of us will have some atrocious yet very hilarious experience of few infamous incidents. Even today at this age those incidents will leave us clueless. With this article, I have tried to bring out some hidden facets our student life. These incidents even today brings a sense of jesting within me at the same time keeps my mouth shut on some of the characters involved in these stories. Although at a hypothetical level we discuss these incidents whenever we meet in a common forum but these are never shared openly. Many times these facts are twisted and turned and then become a new version of the story.  Let us pick some of them as we go through this article.

The Ghost Hunt

Lets flash back to 1988 when we started our journey into Navodaya Vidyalaya Shettigeri. We were bunch of kids left in the woods away from our parents and from our family. Shettigeri was a place, which was unique in the sense that it was named after our freedom fighters. The vegetation of Saihadri hill surrounding the school gave a different perspective of life. As the dusk settled in, the place used to get more silent and innocent. If we take the students and our staff from the equation, it literally made the School as an old ancient structure with no life to it. Some of our friends seriously believed in the fact that there were few ghosts roaming around in the dark.

It was a short recess after a heavily toiled out Hindi madam’s class. My buddy and me were releasing our pressure next to a tree and my buddy suddenly came up with this conversation. “Le Bhatta illi bootha ideyallo…  have you ever seen the flying and singing ghosts in the night?” The statement took me by complete surprise. I laughed at him and said, “Come on boy, nothing here, you must be kidding dude”. But my buddy replied back “Tere ko dikhadoonga Bhatta”. My buddy refused to accept the reality instead he challenged me to be awake in the night and insisted me to accompany him in this act of ghost hunting. Initially, I was not keen to buy his idea but later somehow he convinced me to be a part of his plan to encounter the ghost. It was one of those days where we forgot what was happening around us and we kept dreaming only about the ghosts. There was an awful lot of excitement built up till the mid night to encounter the ghost.

We finished our regular classes followed by our PET session and the mandatory study after the dusk. Daily dose of Hammanna’s dinner had already settled in our tummy. But inside us there was a kind of excitement running deep beneath. School leader was ready in the presence of Mr TKK Tatacharya to go through the daily rituals of final head counting. We both had other ideas. We were only thinking about the ghost encounter and everything going around us was inconsequential. The night arrived at last and it was our time to spot the ghost. We somehow sneaked through the side of Shakthi house dormitory.  There was a small passage between the Shakti house dormitory and the classroom where most of the boys used to hang out during the class intervals. We thought that was best route to go into the side by woods to    gain access to the ghost. Tentatively bit shaken but yet with the confidence of encountering the ghosts, we proceeded towards the side fence of Shettigeri School. As we climbed through the fence, to our horror, we spotted a flashlight from far ahead distance. As soon as we spotted the flashlight, my friend yelled loudly, “Ye Bhatta bhoothale”. With a single breath, we just ran from that spot and we were off enclosed in our duvet within a flash. Did you think that was a ghost? Hold on…

Next day morning, Bhairappa told me that he spotted two ghosts near the fence when he went to release his overdue food after a heavy toll of Hammanna’s famous Pulav. I was laughing within myself yet could not tell him that it was both of us who were near the fence that night!! 

Jailbreak

I am sure a handful of us know the meaning of Jailbreak, don’t we? Jailbreak is a term used mainly by the Apple crazy gadget gurus, which is the process of removing the limitations imposed by Apple on the device running iOS operating system. I must say that the word existed since the beginning of our JNV school life. Though the limitations imposed was different in this instance. 

“Boys and girls, wake up early in the morning and ready for Bournvita. Boost is the secret of your energy. Make sure those who are selected for the cluster level competition, have a daily dose of “koli motte”. Get ready and finish five rounds of running before you head onto play kho kho, kabaddi, aatya paatya or practice disk throw, and javelin through. Make sure you shine your shoe before the prayer time. It doesn’t matter how dirty the socks may be” Discipline, discipline and discipline. If someone gets late for the prayer, crawling punishment until our principal says stop. This was indeed fun to many of us, at the same time it was indigestible to many.  Basya, Parkya, Manjya and Yellya were bit too stronger to digest these sorts of punishment but there were few handful creatures who would struggle to cope with the pace in which things were moving in the Vidyalaya.

On that day back in Shettigeri, like the usual custom, we all gathered for the night assembly for our regular head count. Different house leaders counted their respective heads and reported back to the school leader. The school leader took the count and reported back to the teacher who was on the duty. On few occasions we used to have our principal TKK Tatacharya wandering around actively monitoring the progress. When our principal is around we always used to tuck ours tails and maintain a pin drop silence. We always used to have couple of mute spectators mainly Gajanan and Bairappa. Bairappa always used to stand in a “Vishram” position with a battery (torch) in his hand and both of his feet stuck to the ground always unmoved. On this day, we had our Principal TKK taking in charge of the night assembly proceedings. Unfortunately to his horror, TKK was up for a major shocker. There was one less head in the final counting figure. Can anyone guess who was that boy?

We had this boy who was strongly built yet shorter in height. For some reason he started to believe that our school was like a Jail and our teachers were like jail superintendents. This may be the influence of watching some Hindi movies like Deewar or Don. We used to watch movies every 15 days normally on a Sunday in the presence of Hindi Madam. Our Art sir normally supplied VCR cassettes. Hindi Madam always used to have non-negotiable very strict rules when it comes to speaking Hindi. As per Hindi madam’s selection, on a given day everyone should speak only in Hindi. Although I must point out that whenever we had this rule, it used to be a celebration day for one of our Hindi speaking friend who basically hailed from the north west part of India but settled somewhere near Dandeli with a broken Kannada and a peculiar accent. Although I must admire his confidence in refusing to accept that he was weak in Kannada.

Coming back to this Jail breaker, the small big boy thought he could easily jump the Navodaya wall and escape into the woods thereby safely reach his home. I think his house was few 100 Kilo Meters away from Shettigeri.  The intention was very clear in his mind. The small big boy had slipped out in the dark and escaped through the gate. This was a major and successfully executed jailbreak. The intention was brave, execution was great but covering that distance without any public transport was definitely not worth considering the effort he took to escape. Gajanana and Bairappa were immediately in action with a battery in their hand and the cycle peddles in their leg to search for this small big boy. Later we found out that the boy was located nearby village next day morning. I still remember what TKK spoke in his typical unique Kannada accent during the next day night assembly “Yawanara tappisikanda hodara, avana chamadi tegiteeni mattha koli koorstheena”

Appana Angi (Daddy’s Shirt)

There were many trends existed during our school days. To name few, we had “baggi” pants, dogale chaddis and pleated shirts. One trend that was outside the norm was “Appana Angi”. The concept was simple. It was all about getting your favourite dad’s long sleeve shirt, no matter how big or what size but make sure you neatly wear them during the out-of-class and after PET hours. This trend was spotted by some of our boys. The trend was mainly predominant from our girl students simply because one could hardly spot a boy wearing “appana angi” but when a girl wears, this could be easily spotted due to its freestyle nature. One of our junior girls was very often spotted wearing “Appana Angi”. This was the term coined by some of our impeccably genius yet notorious boys and the whole talk about this trend was limited within a small group of boys for a very short period of time. Not to forget, these boys were highly skilled in throwing some interesting banters at each other.

On a fine late evening after our dinner, once again it was time for our routine head count.  The girl was leading the proceedings as the school leader. I was responsible for providing the head count for my class. The same bunch of impeccably genius yet notorious guys started shouting “Appana Angi” from the backside of the queue. Since I was an expressive character, I could not control my laugh, I went behind the queue and tried to pacify those boys but in the process I uttered loudly “Ye Yakrappa Appana Angi antha heltideera”. The school leader overheard this and the matter was reported to the highest authority, the Principal. I was asked to see our principal Joseph Mundiankal to explain my version and to give my apology. Although, I categorically denied my involvement, at the end it was a mixed feeling of getting caught for no mistake of mine.

Very few may term this as banter but I still feel there is a room for “Appana Angi” and by all means it’s a cool trend to be embraced. These impeccably genius yet notorious folks will always come up with a new jargon even if you wear your own “Lungi”.

The Doors –Break On Through (to the other side) 

This is not about the American rock band and their debut alum but I must say it was the most miscalculated door breakage happened in the history of JNV Uttara Kannada. Not only this was miscalculated mischief, but also in some sense it was completely mishandled until the teachers and the Principal came to know about the real perpetrator. The act was perceived as infamous. The damage was definitely evident but consequence of it made everyone pondering and more importantly there were some uneasy tensions caused between the staff and the students.

The whole door-breaking act was bit too physical in nature and tricky to perform. Imagine some of the Bollywood and Sandalwood movies. Imagine you got a corridor passage with a door in front of you and a plain wall behind you. The act was to run like Ussaign Bolt, kick the door and back on to your position within a flash. While performing this act near our famous gymnasium place, one of our boys broke the door and guess what, the door was shattered into pieces and to the guys horror it was one of our teacher’s room door.  There was no way to break on through the other side but what he found was a trunk which came all the way from UP and few sets of trousers, shirts, banyans and some “lungis”.

This act was performed during the dusk end of the day hence hardly any spotted this stunt. There was one person from our batch involved in this act but he was a mute spectator, some even said he was the protector. The boy was unhurt but he went underground for couple of days. An elite panel of teachers and Principal himself identified a list of possible suspects. Suspension letters were typed and kept ready. The letter was sent to parents to come and meet the Principal immediately.  I was shocked, disappointed and I was in completely miserable state when I heard from Harihar that a letter was sent to my home address asking my parents to come and meet the Principal. Thankfully, that letter did not reach my dad as he used to work far away in Dharwad during the week. Two days after the incident, my brother with my uncle arrived at the school gate asking what has happened and why the school has sent a letter to meet the Principal. Fortunately, the matter was settled by then and the real culprit was found. I was happy that I had my second life to continue in the JNV, obviously for no fault of mine but more than that I felt sad about the fact that an innocent act of someone has cost his valuable two years into the JNV School.

The Darkstone

For those who are not aware of this, Darkstone is an action role-playing game created by a French developer in the year 1999. I think we had already invented this game while we were in class XII in the year 1992. The actual computer game can be played as a single player or in a multiplayer mode. In this case, it had come to my notice that a few of our classmates who were very noble and yet adventurous chose to play a multiplayer game. In the actual computer game, the Multiplayer games may be cooperative or competitive. In our case, the bunch of boys chose to play in a cooperative mode. Unlike the actual computer game, there were no massive destructive weapons or armours involved but these guys chose to make use of low cost natural resources mainly few small stones. The nature of the game was so complex that there were no real target to choose but a couple of lampposts moving in the ground. These lampposts had no fixed location; one could imagine a moving lamppost in the dark, which keeps changing position from one place to another. This game was bit risky in its entireness. When the stones thrown by the players hit the lampposts, there was every possibility that the moving lampposts could take a picture of these folks, and to add to the complexity, these lampposts could make whistle noises when they sense the stones coming at them.  The key strategy for this game was to throw the stone and disappear in the dark. I was told that this game was played very professionally during the end of our JNV time. Although there was no real damage done to the lamppost(s), I was told that due to risky nature of the game, the game was played very safely as a secret mission. This is hard to visualise but few of my classmates talk about this game even today in a closed huddle.

I would not recommend this game for anyone but you may feel free to try the computer version of the game under a very strict parental supervision.

Note: Excluding few others and me, some characters and the story sequence appearing in this article are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or pretending to be sleeping or dead, is purely coincidental

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