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IBIZA'08, The Last Picnic

You know what, they say that somethings in life always remain... certain pictures etched so deep that its almost impossible to erase them. It will be a common point of agreement of almost all and sundry, that school life, would surely fall in that category of indelible memoirs...
In the month of November, the Journey through school, seems to be almost over... The fights, the tears, the friends and of course last but not the least in love Rivals will be soon History...
The Last Class Picnic, would surely be the last reins of memory which we would all clutch very very tightly. Now to be more dramatic , it would surely be the last time, that would actually have a blast with people whom we know for the last Twelve years... The 13th in spite of its omens, would surely be one of my most cherished and remembrance...Surely, this year the fun was marred a lot, owing to the presence of another corporate house at the place, and we never had the opportunity to have the fullest of the commodities available, the Pool Party , the Eight A Side Football tournament( I never got to play owing to my commitments in a Rival Gang Cricket Match and turning up late) and the Teacher Student Eleven v/s Twelve, Volley ball session...

Now some special Mentions:

Solomon Kalou- Soham Ghost was at his scintillating best, with both soccer and Volley Ball alike

Mongrel(There's No worse Breed I know of)- Rohit Bansal- Barked all day, about his amazing skills , in Volley Ball, but nevertheless lived up to his reputation of Being A Faithful Animal alright.HE was just good at fetching...

Shounak DuttaGupta- The Palsy who is actually a genius, showed that cricket runs in his blood...(do they have a choice...No I guess)

Adrit Singh-He spent more time on the phone, than in the picnic...Some people are so very loyal..

Anirban- This freak, who was afraid to jump in the pool...(owing to his Not so Cool Body) spend the longest time in the Pool...

The List runs long.. And am really tired...So the rest shall be continued as and when i get time to re vent out my feelings once again.. till then..." chal bye" as one of good friend says always...




Fuck Off!
Thats the Four Corporate Heads Sitting, for a AGM...
.Now they Are Joined By A Bigger Fish In The Corporate World...
Cold Play....

Comments

Ritayan said…
damn u made me nostalgic......

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