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HIGH @ IBIZA>>>>>

The 9 th of December was that day when all of 11B conglomerated to visit the MERLIN GREEN ,beach Resort…IBIZA……..To be short and sweet It was one of the most happening days of life…Inspite Of our class teacher not being present due to some mishap in his family ..it was a real gala picnic…

The mood which was not only off but to be truthful down and out for the first time took a upward bend…

The place was great …with large lawns…clean pool and boating facilities..

The morning began with the breakfast of Hot "Kachuris" and then it was cricket time(BONGS vs MARUS)….Irrespective of the fact that I was stumped quite early in my innings bongs did win the Game…

The pool was cold a bit too cold for comfort but when friends are splashing all around well we can just shrug it off…

The news of Sourav's Double ton instigated into another mad spree where not only did we get virtually crazy in the pool but also ventured in the bar to seek a glimpse of DADA……

With sips of Vodka ….some friends ….were already on the high and after a sumptuous lunch it was time to get on with DARD E DISCO….

Ya already high on food and drink for others we went into the dark floors of the disco not only to light it up with spots but with the move into the music theme…..

I am quite sure that Coke my friend Debdeep offered had a bit too much C2H5OH..in it for comfort…

This was the third time I was on a Disco floor and inspite of not being a gifted mover I danced my heart out..

And a half hours of toil in the disco had taken the punch from everybody and we were on our way back…..Not to forget the molestation of Dolly and the Volleyball match that the bongs lost…IT was a great day …My sad and bad mood was lifted quite well…

Photos shall be published shortly……….

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