School

Some things you learn early in life. Like how to avoid the cow's horn. The distance between my residence and school used to be lined with bullock carts and horse carts, mainly to cater to the timber shops at Lakda Bazar (Victoria Road became Lakda Bazar) These bullocks have a habit of tossing their heads from time to time. It could be to chase away a fly sitting on the other side, but when the head goes that side the horn comes this side, and some of them have really long horns. So if you are not quick enough to side step, that horn is going to get you. The same goes with their tails while chasing away flies. So if you don't want to get yourself painted with (you know what) you better keep that distance.

Had been to my school lately and took some photographs. That's my fourth std class room. Brings back memories. I find that the class room has shrunk, and so is the ground. (wonder if everyone has the same experience)

It was sad to see that the ground has been tarred. I wonder how the kids play football now. I mean, to play football after school hrs in the rains with a roll in the mud is a totally different experience. The best thing I liked about that school are the Jesuit priests, who used to fold up their cassock and join you in a game of football.

Talking of mud and slush, what is life if you have not experienced squishing mud inbetween your toes on a rainly day.