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I Love My School…..

ME WITH AGNIDA'S LITTLE BRO.....
ME....SWAMI VIVEKANANDA STYLE...LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION...
THE TEAM....THE MAIN GROUP PHOTO IS UNDER PROCESSING...
THE BOY TURNED GIRL...MUAH..RITAM..WITH THE SCIENTIST TANVEER..AND MAHARAJ KABIR ISLAM...
ANSIH KAR...THE LEGENDARY SINGER XAVIER'S HAS EVER HAD...ROCK ON!!
MAMA!SOURJA BASU WTH HIS ON STAGE WIFE....INTIMATE..HE!HE!
THE MAHARAJ WITH THE JHARUWALA..DEBASHISH..JODI SALAMAT RAHE!!
ARINDAM, THE BIDUSHOK...TRYING A DHUTI...OR IS HE??

THANKS TO ARINDAM A FEW PICS OF THE DAY..THE BEST ARE YET TO COME!!!

There I am back once again speaking about the things that happened, and things that might take place…

But this time is different…The last of school has made me learn a lot many more things and it was this year that I enjoyed the joy and somewhere spot light a bit too much…

The Rabindra Jayanti celebrations like every year happened this year too amidst lots of galore and hype…Being in class 12 it's a legacy that we perform a play and every year it's a success…And hoping to carry the PARAMPARA on I with the help my friends started off to do something worth while….

From transforming on of the legendary pieces of Tagore into a play, my friend Kabir and Shounak were always there beside me…Contributing with ideas and plots and script…

The practice sessions were too good to explain as we seniors had the best time of our lives with the "Bhasan" jig after every session…

This year unfortunately for the audience I was also the MC and sadly they had to bear with throughout the entire show…

In spite of my voice betraying me in the last moment by breaking into something huskier than that of Bono J…With the lines of "Nirjhorer Sopnobhinge "I began proceedings followed by Anindya Majumdar and his group of singers.

The last Rabindra Jayanti in Xavier's for my life will be etched forever in my heart for it was also the first time that the official directorial debut of this wimp called "Me" was a grand success…

Nostalgia is the only word that can best describe my feelings now as all has ended…and 2008-09 Rabindra Jayanti is history…

"Ashshe Bochor abar hobe bolte parchi na" but will never forget this day…It's a different feeling altogether to get the house at your disposal….Not that it's the first time but somewhere it was special , very special….

I thank all the teachers, all my friends…and all the students who made the show a success…

The show must go on…so my presence is quite insignificant but still we know that Xavier's will miss us all….But we would miss much more….All those pranks…those cases...those sweet words of flattery...and those heart felt appreciation will never be forgotten…never be lost…

Thank You for All That You Have Given Me…..

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?

I
SEE
S X C

NIHIL ULTRA NOTHING BEYOND

Comments

Butterfly said…
Cool post! Loved the pictures!I hate to think about the day when I'll have to leave school forever...Anyway, I still have two years left and you have some months left. So, enjoy those months as much as possible amidst all those exam worries...
Which play did you direct?
May 7, 2008 at 5:57 PM
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