Back to Loyola School

I was very happy to see my school again. Happier, because I will be studying there again.

We are into the 11th std.Thikurishi sir is waiting for us in the classroom.
Students enter the class with folded umbrellas from which water is dripping.
Its the monsoon time in Kerala.

As each guy enters the class, Binu Ninan who is sitting in the front row greets them
in his own way.

I am seated there in 3rd row with a seat next to me lying vacant.
I am expecting Shyam Mohan who had shared the 2-seater with me when we had been here b4
7 years. Its a long time...7 long years...

Before Shyam comes Sanjay enters and sits next to me; but I don’t object.
Then Shyam comes in. He isn’t excited. He gazes all around; might be searching for me.
But on seeing that the seat next to me isn’t vacant he sits elsewhere and tries to make himself comfortable, but doesn’t quite succeed. There is some thought in him that's lamenting him.

Next comes Bebin Abraham. I just wonder why he is here.
He was in London getting trained for flying the Hawk. How come he's here?
I wanted to talk to him. I am excited as I had talked to him over phone in London but hadn’t met him.

Jeevan J Arackal is coming and Abhilash T K is getting ready to bash him up.
Jeevan has worked in some NGO's; it’s going to be nice to be with him for the next 2 years. That was what flashed across my mind as I saw him.

The classroom is almost filled and the students are all talking amongst themselves what they had done in the past 7 years. Oh god they might have some good big stories
as many of them had already completed their management, some others had spent some time abroad. It’s going to take the next 2 years to listen to all those stories.

I am expecting Kushti who was with me in Mumbai. We had a good time in Mumbai.
He's not there. Well he might be busy in his home; in fact in his bathroom with a signboard outside saying "Man at work"...

Suddenly a girl enters the classroom.
She's fair and beautiful. But the first thing about her, which caught my eye, was her nose ring. I realized that Loyola was now a co-ed school.
Everybody was looking at her.
Suddenly Joseph Mathew who seemed to know her b4 suddenly turned to me and said
"She's a Brahmin; she's yours...."

T k who is sitting behind me cries..."No I want her"..
Shyam Mohan who has had his days of romance in college and office is still hungry
as a lover. He shouts" Come on man TK u r married...How can u say that"...

The bell rings. It isnt the school bell; It is alarm bell.
I wake up to realize that I am late for office.

Science says that a dream lasts for 1/nth of sec...
but i guess it was much more than that..