Blast From Past

Two Memories from my School-life that make me Laugh Out Loud, always.

Memory No. 1     
When I was in standard 6, we got a question in our S.St. final examinations:

Who takes care of household chores in your house and what can you do to help them?

Ofcourse, non of us understood what chores meant. Plus, it was a question of HOTS section which means it carried 5 marks. So we had to answer it anyway. (Students can do anything for marks, you already know.)

I went for a clever answer and wrote–my parents. Others wrote similar answers, too. But one of my classmate was successful in making a masterpiece out of this question.

And this is what he wrote:

The Gurkha Troop takes care of household chores in my house. I cannot help them as Gurkha’s are scattered all over the world.

Memory no. 2

This question was asked in first formative test of standard eight :

Why absolute rest is not possible? (Physics, Chapter: Rest and Motion, 2 marks.)

And here is the most brilliant answer that you can ever imagine by my classmate: 

Absolute rest is not possible because even when we are resting, blood flows inside our body and it is in motion.

I tell you, I was laughing all over after reading this answer. Obviously, the student had misinterpreted the question.
But I appreciated him for his deepest thinking.

Seriously, School life and the memories it creates are the best things to cherish.


Einstein called the universe “Finite” and Yet “Unbounded”. I think even  our human life is more or less like that. It’s a complex cycle where at a point of time we are spectators, the other moment  actors. Today it was my ACTOR day.

There is a school nearby my home (approximately 15 meter away) which also serves as a SLC examination center. So, from many years I had seen crowd of  students giving SLC exams and dozen of police patrolling around. And maybe it was because of this I was very much excited about the exam, reading each and every news-article and blogpost mentioning SLC in it.

I had formed certain perceptions in my mind. Like SLC is so strict that you are not even allowed to bend your neck and teachers snatch your paper at your slightest attempt to cheat. By now, I well know SLC is not at all like that. It is yet another normal exam just the difference is your papers will not be checked by your schoolteacher but someone else.

First-of-all what I think is by far the most unthinkable part of my SLC exam is that my center was the same neighbourhood school.  I came home and joked mummma you can see me giving SLC from our balcony!  (My room is on the ground floor so it is not visible but my other classmates who are on the first floor can be spotted from  balcony.)

                                                     20 March: The SLC Day
   My classmates had arrived at the center at 7:10 a.m.  The doors would not open before 7:30 so most of them were wandering here and there. My home served as the ‘schoolbag deposit center’ for all my classmates. All of them came and kept their bag on the chair in the first room. I gave them chocolate. Some of them went to balcony and were taking a look of the school.

At 7:30 together we went into the school. You have to pass through a ckecking before you enter the exam hall. Girls were being checked by female teachers and police whereas boys by male teachers and police. (Seriously, many of my friends and even I felt embarassed by the way they were checking. We all were laughing.)

And finally we reached our rooms. Let me tell you something: the benches were too dirty. A pile of dirt had accumulated on each of them. From back one of my classmate asked innocently- Yaar SLC me 3set question paper nhi hote hai n? And we all broke into laughter. (We have 3set questions in CBSE boards.)

Question papers were distributed and exams went peacefully. Honestly,  our CBSE exams are much more strict than the SLC. Our invigilator was a Nepali lady. She was very kind and polite adressing each of us as chhori, nanu , babu etc. All rooms had got the same type of invigilator. SLC only has outward strictness, something else happens inside the classrooms. (I cannot say everything openly. I hope this statement makes you understand everything.)

At last what I can conclude is SLC is just like any other board exam.  People have just overrated it. There is nothing like the paper is very hard or anything similar.  Just read nicely and write nicely and you are sure to get good marks. That’s all. ALL THE BEST EVERYONE!

"Our coaching is the best." "Our Bridge Course  is the best."

“Our coaching is the best.”
“Our Bridge Course is the best.”

The crowed road- all because of SLC.

The crowed road- all because of SLC.

This is my SLC Center.

This is my SLC Center.

Girls wait outside the school.

Girls wait outside the school.

Last but not the least. My school bus.

Last but not the least. My school bus.

Semi-Schooldays i.e. Extra Classes

I enter inside the school premises carrying a wide smile on my face. My eyeballs are moving here and there,inside the eye socket, to catch a glimpse of any of my classmates. I see two of them standing in the corridor which makes my hands move reflexly making a 180 degree arch.

‘Hello guys’ I yell.

They also move their hands in a way which immediately reminds me of car wipers. Giggling, I advance towards the yellow, two storeyed building where the standard ten students are going to assemble for the next ten days for having extra classes.

I am not sure about others, but I was really happy when I received phone call from my friend confirming the news that we are going to have extra classes. Having spent my vacation doing nothing remarkable except reading three novels (Jane Eyre, 2 states and 14 hours:An Insider’s
Account of the 26/11 Taj Attack), I desperately waited for the day when our extra-classes would start. And 21st october was that be-expected day.

Since we are having the classes in the junior section of our school, so we weren’t taken aback when we saw the room we were going to be taught in. The whole room is full of brightly coloured pictures of birds and animals.I wonder if there are more number of seats or pictures of birds and animals in the room! In the middle of the frontal wall, there is a board. To the right of the board there hangs a picture saying ‘Make Efforts rather than Excuses’. Below the picture there is a poster giving information about good habits. And the list does not end here. Each wall has something hanging on it. (The place where I sit has a tiger.)

Sitting in such a room on the red,yellow,green seats which look so childish is whole lot of fun. You can re-live your childhood. But on the contrary I see my friends have become more mature. Girls(including me too :p) are gossiping more than ever, and boys have started to make much more noise than they did earlier. Still in holiday mood, I guess. And they have all right to be, afterall, extra classes are not just about extra studies but they are about extra fun too. lol.


I will forever remember August ’13 as the month of regeneration. Living the first two week was like walking on rope. However cautiously you (try to) walk, there is always a chance of overbalance. Anyways, those days are water under the bridge now. So I don’t feel like writing about them in detail. Instead, let me tell you something amusing that happened recently.

Because of thursday’s overexercise, I had pain in my shoulder. So, I didn’t go to School on friday. Later, I found that PSSA(my 4 besties) were also absent. Anyone would think we became absent deliberately, but all of us had a personal reason why we were absent.

Thank god, I used the day wisely. Math was allowed to eat my brain as much at it likes. What to do, it has so many unsolved problem ! I feel so sorry for it. 😉 All I can say is- Maths, accept what you have got in your life. No problem if it is only problem what your life is full of ! I am always there for you, eager to solve your problems. Have a bright future. No subject can ever be like you.

So friends, I am going to help maths because that in turn is going to help me tomorrow in FA2. ‘Hard work is the key to success.’ Happy weekend. 🙂

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