Chapter VI Judgement Day

The results were out of the ninth, I hate the system in our school. On the result day we have to go with our parents to get the results. In the school class teachers would be waiting in the respected classes like the judge in the court who has accepted the bribe from our parents to give us the life imprisonment and death. From the night before the result itself we won’t sleep and will be thinking about the results and comments of the teachers tomorrow. Everyone in the class like Sneha, a tall slim figure whose lips has been altered after an operation, belongs to a Brahmin caste, Dhanya, a short slim figure who wear dresses that guys die to see on girls with, these two are top rankers in the class, there are lot more but I don’t want to bore you people off after all it is about our school life. The Top rankers are always given the position of the god in the school by our teachers and the great principal, a tall fat figure in dark beard that covers almost every inch of his face and wears the history suits and a bold looking who always talk rules and discipline and we being his main eatables like to screw us for silly and small stuff.
The top rankers do not sleep in the previous day thinking about how much high they score but we low pointers get worried as if we will pass or not. That’s the main difference between the gods and goddesses of our school and us guys.
So that day, on morning say like 9 I called up vasu.
“Hey man it’s me Ijas, when you going to collect the result man? You go with your parents?” I asked him as I and my dad would be going to collect the results.
“Yes bro, I will be going to the school after my dad gets here from the meeting” He said and kept the phone after us hi fived.
Vasu’s dad is in politics and he is in a good position at his place. So, my ass friend can do whatever he wants there. So after I called up vasu, I go and took a shower as my father was ready, I need to dress up soon, I felt like running nude to school and collect the stuff as I am really tensed about the results.
“You going to come or what, I am leaving ok?” Dad yelled as he has a gas trouble after a heavy meal.
“Dad…just a se….” When I tried to say something, “Ok! Go and change soon, it’s getting late” he interrupted and told me.
I hurried and changed out, I wore a black full shirt and blue jeans. From the way of his speaking itself I know he was really tensed as well as my mom, I have noticed her hands were shivering when she was handing over my ironed dress, because both of them know about their great son’s knowledge.
We reached the hell by 11 am and I really didn’t have the guts to go into the class. I came to know that our results were handing over from class 12th on the ground floor.
When I and my father entered the class there our class teacher were sitting, Shoba Rani teacher, an average fairish dark with perfect shapes and cuts which honestly sometimes made us to stare at her, she was our biology teacher and they way she put her dress really troubled us.
“Come in Mr. Bava and how are you Ijas?” she investigated as if she was handling some serious rape case.
‘Please teacher spit it out, Am I passed or am I failed? Tell me now’
I was sitting there as my ass was on fire. Finally dad asked me whether I have done it or I have flushed the toilet without the water.
“Well, He is passed; His results are not too bad too. Ijas, you should concentrate more next year ok? , it is the year that decides your destiny and fate” She Growled as if she was acting like a heroine in a sub actress role.
My dad has a habit, whenever he comes to the school, he want to screw himself by seeing the principal. That day too we went there and that man has told my dad about my character and friendship is the main thing I am getting diverted from studies and stuff like that, I really that him and once if I get a chance I surely will pee on his head and I am sure each student is thinking like that, he is the one who destroys the family’s happiness and he is the one who divert a child’s mind from his talents. Fuck him, obviously fuck him.
After the meeting with the principal, my dad bought books, ordered uniforms and bought socks and such stuff from the store. It is our principal’s idea that if the store is kept inside the school, he can suck all parents’ blood by digging their safe box to the maximum. ...

Chapter V Sharja Mess

BEFORE I START THIS SESSION, Let me tell you about my friend who came from Saudi and joined here for 9th when half of the year was over, a tall over weighed figure with highly curled hair with grandpa style on back and bright face with always a cute chubby smile, he was called by Shafeeq, The day he landed in our school were still fresh in my mind like it just happened yesterday.
It was a Thursday and a humid climate outside and as usual I was really lazy to show up to the school. When I entered I saw a crowd covered a huge figure, he even could be seen from the crowd.
“Hey guys, what is so special today? Why everyone is screwing up there?” I asked my friend sumesh, a tall fair figure with bold moustache and a bold voice who get screwed up when he sings shan’s voice.
Actually according to me when I enter in the class, I need my friends to be gathered around me like I am a hero and accepting me and wanting me, well that all won’t happen but a guy like me can dream right, who the hell has to pay for such dreams.
“Well… man he is from Saudi!, he just joined and we were just ice breaking!” Sumesh replied to me.
I met shaffu and we became friends and later only like when a month passed, I literally jumped into him, he is much interested in the films that the guys of his age die to see and I don’t think I have to mention the films, even everyone in this age would like to see, even girls only that they don’t show outside like we guys do, they are bad and vulgar than guys just that they take some time to get a flow.
“Hey dude, I heard shafeeq is doing a research on such type of films man?” I was talking to dharvesh.
“Well I had a doubt about that the next moment I saw him” Dharvesh blabbered like he is a god and all.
After that day we all came to know and since then any doubt about Sex, shafeeq was our guide and he knows each and every stuff about it. Seriously I really owe him and I had a feeling so called jealous on him that how come he knows all the stuff and I don’t know anything.
On vacation I became more close to Shaffu and got to know everything about him, he mainly wanted to lose his weight where he felt like he is king of the world and every girl is dying for him. Well obviously that was all just a fucking dream he carry with as before I said no one need to pay his ass off for the dreams right…

Chapter IV Explosion - The 9th

Ninth Standard was our turning point. We started becoming more serious and failed in most of the subjects. Vikram, yes, that’s the name of that atom bomb, a small figure, specs eyed and a slim guy with square face. He became our friends when we passed out to 9th. That year was the biggest year of all that shouldn’t be missed and that is the year where we gave importance only-only to friends and not studies and flirting.
The First day itself we two brats introduced the day with a tiny mischief, yes, It could be justified as a tiny one. It was the first period of the year which was to be taken by a fresh teacher, Athira, who teaches maths, a perfect attractive figure that made our maths days a horrible restless one. I and dharu were sitting on the last bench with vikram and akhil.
“Good Morning children” Teacher wished us and entered to the class room.
“Good Morning Teacher” we all stood up and wished the teacher.
“Wow man look at the teacher, she is so hot” Akhil yelled.
Akhil, he came from abroad, a medium figure with big eyes and lightly curled hair, fairly white, he is Hadiq’s best friend and they two has rocked the year with full of booms in the class and they been teachers’ so called dooms day.
“Yes bro, look at her figure!!!” vikram woke up suddently.
I had a plain transparent cover which I brought for keeping books. Dharu blew it that it looks like a balloon. I have seen him doing that and I was listening to the speech of the teacher and suddenly some pressure made me to hit that cover and it exploded like some big fat ass farted.
“What the fuck you just did man!” Dharu surprised and yelled like he just passed out to hell.
“That boy on the last bench, Stand Up!!!” teacher ordered dharu.
I did not stand up; I thought dharu alone will manage the teacher by blaming himself. But that asshole whispered “Get the hell up, Iju!”
What else to do, I stood up and teacher’s face turned into red as she has bitten a red chilly knowingly.
“What did you two just do? You guys going to pay for this!” teacher showed her anger.
We apologized to the teacher to the extent that she would get convinced.
“Teacher, you are looking so cute and hot today” I added.
The very next second after that she has fallen. Every girl in this world has a dynamic character that make them convinced when they are praised or when they are commented good on their beauty, Even though they don’t show it outside.
“Hey Bro, A new girl has just arrived from Muskat, she is called by Ramya” Vasu just told me in an interval.
Ramya Ravikumar, a short fair figure with teeth clips in her mouth and specs eyed with Loads of Iron on her head.
Vasu has split from us in 9th, He is in the other division and that’s where she studied and she was accompanied by Aarathi, Yamini.
Aarathi Menon, a medium average figure, fair girl , unfairly hot, some guys has said words about her to me that she is that, she is this, well I don’t know about her much, just I know she is kind of hot, yes, an average guy cannot afford her for sure. Yamini is another girl, a slim Dark figure, eyes covered with specs. I don’t actually know about her but she used to talk to me a lot and from her words I can understand that she wants to guys’ night dream but, according to she was guys’ night mare.
Well, it’s the time of our midterm test and as usual it was our dooms day and of course we have dooms days every exam season.
I, Vasu and dharu were talking at the campus. It was our judgement day, the day of our results.
“Bro, I am sure I will fail in Maths and Hindi!” Vasu said.
“Well I will be out in English and Maths as always” Dharu Commented.
“Hmmm well for me it’s with god who decide my marks and I owe you, God!” I exclaimed.
And the first period started and the results were out. I as usual failed in three subjects, Dharu in Two and vasu in one.
“Vasu, you got highest among us man, congrats!” I joked
“Yes! Need a treat man” Dharu took it seriously
“Hmmm Come to my toilet, I will give anything you guys want”
Well we understood what he meant and just disappeared as if we were not even there in the conversation.
“Hey Ramya, You just landed right, How is your marks?” Vasu loaded the gun
“May I know the reason?” Ramya; that smart bitch unloaded his bullet and vasu just look beside and here and there and just vanished.
“Oh man, that girl is so stiff, she just insulted me bro” Vasu yelled over me and as obvious just to be bright and to be a hero among other girls I went over her.
“What the fuck did you just asked my buddy? You just don’t know the real us ok, you are just spared because you are new, now get the hell out of here!” I acted as if I am screaming.
Luckily she just got away even though there were many girls or else, I will be nose broken and would have sat in the corner. So the exam season is over, and days started flourishing as usual. 9th was my turning point, I started taking over a keen interest in girls and I got into this so called girl and boy relationships and the adult movie stuff, as I was at the right age of that.
Every weekend we use to meet somewhere, either in anyone’s house or somewhere in hotel or kalpathy ‘kaalaan’ shop. Some of my friends have studied in a tuition centre at kalpathy for Hindi. They have joined there in 8th standard. Those days can’t ever be forgotten. It was our funny days where I joined the tuition when 9th half has gone. Teacher, a tall fair and slim figure, specs eyed with light voice only when it is heard.
We have tuition on every Thursday evening and Sunday morning. After every Thursday, we guys used to gather near the kalpathy ‘kaalaan’ shop or milma booth near the tuition where the delicious iced and aged samoosaas and vada would kill our passion towards food.
“Hey guys lets go to the kaalaan shop today, I am getting fucking pissed off with this booth” Deepak told us when we just started walking to the milma booth.
Deepak is one of my best friends too, we bet our shoulders when we were studying in 7th. Sohail was the link that made us together.
“Hey which creature comes first?” I just put out a question to dharu.
“That rat is going to take the damn class man” Dharu yelled back.
From his look itself I understood the class is going to be spared out by that physics germ, Miss.Cinu madam.
We had a test last day and the results are to be out today. I, dharu and vik were sure that we going to pass but, our papers were like the Photostats of each others.
“Good Morning” She bowled her mouth off to us.
After wishing back; the very next second she called three of us.
“What is this?” She asked as if she got promoted to the head mistress position.
“Teacher, this is my new pen, dad has bought it to me very dearly” I promoted, that was a joke.
“Hmmm Ijas, so you are good at your humour right! I need an explanation for the papers of you brats, who copied from whom and who showed it whom?” She demanded as vik started peeing in his pants.
“Teacher, actually....” Dharu was starting.
“No shut up! I know what I have to do, you guys going to pay for this” She just exploded.
Nothing much happened after that, she warned us and we acted as if we were feeling really guilty for what we did. Like actually we cared.
This is how the 9th season went off and my friends there is no teacher who left the class without crying, we really were rocking and changing the history of the so called trinitians. The time for our annual exam has come and it is the time for us to open the book which was closed inside the shelf and being the bate for rat and lizards.
“Dude if we go like this, we surely going to fail!” I can understand dharu was worried.
“Well don’t worry man; we will pass at least in one subject right?” Vik demanded
We really you know were a great students who really hate books and I am telling after all the exams, we felt like we been black ticketed to heaven. After adding all the bit marks in the paper we just passed to 10th....
Dharu went to mettupalayam where his mom and her family stay. I went to Calicut and Vasu stayed in his house itself and about others I really don’t remember.

Chapter III Deepak Speaks

“I am not in the story or what??...Do present me well......Just kidding bro!!” Deepak was indirectly joking at me in my blog comments after when two episodes were over.
The poor chap doesn’t know that he is the main concept in the upcoming chapters.
Deepak Hariharan, a short fair figure, deliberately spikes up and who listens weird music. He is the man I met when I entered into the real life of school that is forming gangs and teams. We trinitians had a behaviour upon which we act like stupid children and playing child games, sharing secrets which are not meant to be shared among others and if it happened, we are out of the team. And now I am going to tell a deep dark secret which my team have mistaken.
“Dude...I don’t think we can trust him!” Vasu was whispering to Deepak.
“Well...I don’t know man; he is always behind us and trying to be close with us! I don’t know how to avoid him!” Deepak was looking at me sitting at the side of the bench and talking to vasu.
“Bro! We’ll ask Abi, that’s better!” Vasu told.
“Yea!” Deepak yelled.
Abi or Abhijith.K.Prakash,a kind of tall fair figure with tidy hair style and involved seeds of love, was the man of good times who was too keen in repeating years like vasu, the grandpas. So now it’s clear the size and strength of the team.
“Man...Fuck! don’t trust him! Keep him away!” that was abi’s response
So, I always wanted to join their group and play with them and to be noticeable among them but I couldn’t and I did not know how to get them attracted.
“Man! Somehow I want her! She is cute and hot!” Vasu’s another story.
Well he was of course talking about Dhrishya, the girl or one of the girls of Vasu’s dreams. The reason is cleared in the upcoming chapters.
Dhrisya, a short slim medium-fair figure who’s so excited every time and kind of a leader among girls, that’s what she thinks. She is of course threatened by many boys and she had many proposals either but Vasu was a typical guy who doesn’t open up quickly and spontaneously.
“Dude...Roll No 7 right? I know I know” I just put up a prank to let them know that I too knew some of their secrets. I was doubted of Vasu and Roll No 7 or 17, I was confused but was sure it was a girl they are talking about and acted smart enough to get into their list.
“Man....I think Ijas got it!” Deepak told Abhi and Vasu.
“Fuck you!” I told them smiling and ran into the toilet.
They followed me and locked me up in their hands!
“Tell me what were you talking about like some 7 or 17 shit?” Vasu was looking at me desperate enough to get a negative concept out of my answer.
“17!” I told.
“uuughhhhh!!! Thank god!!” Deepak was laughing at me.
“Ehh!! I meant...not 17 its 7!” I recaptured.
“What the fuck???” Abhi was looking at Vasu.
“Man he found out my girl!” That’s when Vasu and the rest shook hands with me and put me in their list.
The main theory behind this conversation is clear that I don’t know who they were talking about and who Vasu was looking unless and until the answer came out from those idiots itself that Dhrisya is roll no 7 and Vasu was looking her when we were sitting in a sports day at our school after like three weeks later the bathroom conversation. This incident put me in their gang and they started sharing secrets to me and I officially declared as one among them. They don’t know yet about this deep down secret until and unless their eyes come across this story. I still remember those days were our precious and naughty moments before parting as a gang when we put our feet to the high school becoming more serious.

The story of Vasu as usual after a month he obviously changed his so called bride and it went on and on......

Chapter II The Nut Shell

AFTER THE SPROUTING OF THIS FRIENDSHIP Flower, The days start becoming brighter in our school, everything was perfect except the main thing, $tudies. 7th was actually the starting of the golden era where we started our days.
“Bro can you come for breaking the fasting??” dharu personally invited me
“Oh sure but I don’t know your house man, How can I get there?” I protested
“Well my dad is not a prime minister or something that you should get a damn appointment or something, if you want to come, come otherwise go to hell”
Hmmm I did not think he will take this personally
“No dude we just became friends right, so I never been to your house before that’s why!!!” I claimed
The invitation included me, vasu, sohail, hadiq. I went to his home with my dad’s priceless car, the ambassador. Everyone was there when I reached his house. Dharu’s house was like a palace with beautiful art work inside, green-green stuff on the wall, chairs and house of the early man and it was really a nice place to hang out with.
“When will this fasting get over???? I am hungry man!!!” Vasu Yelled
“Just 15 minutes” Hadiq answered
“Hmmm what movie is running in priya bro??” sohail whispered
“Hmmm of course an adult one??? Want to see??” I joked
“May be he can go with Rinsi, his dream girl right, Iju!!!!” Vasu interrupted
Dharu’s house is like a huge storey, two families occupy and his and his dad’s one of the brothers. There is a huge ground outside like a ‘maidaan’, his dad has given the other two buildings there for rent, for the cement companies, there would be lots of hustle and bustle due to the Lorries and trucks coming and going.
So after the breaking of fast, we all split and I dropped sohail in his home and that’s the first so called visit to my best friend’s house. That nut always used to invite me there and every time I go and go and gradually I started to stay there from morning to evening all the days.
My first visit to vasu’s house was on onam I believe, a festival that hindu cast use to celebrate, It is cool where lots of flowers and foods play an important role. Gorgeous girls wear so called “Pattupaavaada(a traditional wear that girls wear on special occasions especially Hindus)” and go to the temple and pray and all.
So everything went on naughtily and happily, like just we passed to 8th and then 9th.

Chapter I The Beginning

Before the beginning, If this was happened to be read by those nuts, they are surely going to kick my butt and Of course I don’t give a fuck!!..

Honestly speaking I don’t know where to start with, I joined the school in 5th standard. The Motta ass was all alone for couple of days since he met some junks.

Damn! This could be the exact word which can be used to describe the school I studied. All nerds surrounding a fat boy, all he could be heard was books, non-fictions, lectures, revisions. I am not mentally retarded but I had an aversion towards books when I landed over there. My Only kind of Satisfaction was football war. There were two battle geeks, ‘The Tamil Pulis’ and ‘The Ribals’. I joined the rebels which was led by Raneesh Kamar, an heavy thick curled hair who loves to study and of course study, that time me and vasu were not friends but we played in the same team, Dharvesh belonged to the other which was led by ‘The Bass’, Karthik.R, A nerd of Brahmin cast, Milk white, specs eyed, thin straight hair.

It was Battle era, the two warrior gang always wait for the Friday, The Games Period, we were always the champions, that doesn’t include me, Oh come on man! what do you expect from a fat ass like me to do in the game. I and razack (dharu) were rebels, we always fight unless we hugged each other in 7th, Vasu and I shook our hands in 6th itself.

Actually when I optimistically born in this school, I found each and everything so strange and weird, I happened to think why it was all the time and a year passed, and then I understood, I was actually not right, things were strange because I was illiterate. I only used to fail in 4 subjects regularly but it was out of 5 subjects we had, as I came from highly developed school St. Raphael I was expert in Malayalam, even I got ‘ZERO’ in side languages – computer and health education. The bond of me and Dharu’s chemical friendship started when we each other came to know that we two scores equally and been blessed by god. But my friend dharu, he even fails in Malayalam too, poor guy he was. Vasu was gifted as due to his good studies he was requested to study a year more in 5th. So he is a grandpa.

I think I have made my disclaimers and it is time for me to commence.

Well I have to start somewhere and what better than the day we three became friends. Vasu studies in the other division and I and dharu in 7th A. I was hooked with sohail, a dark huge figure, spiky hair and he came to the class after failed in a subject, it was the first day of VII.

“Teacher, may I get in”, Sohail screamed as if his ass is on fire.

“Come in, what happened son”, Geetha teacher who takes hindi for us asked kindly in her trembling voice which made the whole class a dinosaur effect.

“Teacher, I am sentenced to study in this class as I got failed in hindi”,

“Ok Go and sit on that last bench and meet your juniors”, teacher kind of teased but ok, he managed I hope so.

The last bench was the kings’ ‘simhasanam’, well what I meant is, I am sitting there.

“Can I sit here?” he questioned

“Ok sure bro”, I replied

I and sachin are sitting there, about sachin, he was the first guy I met in the school from bus, and we two were new, a tall fat figure, porcupines’ hair with round balloon specs.

“Hmmm so you got a lot of pens and a beautiful box”, sachin flirted sohail and sohail obviously fall for that.

Sohail is a type of guy who always opens his heart for a small thing.

“I will give you for writing for the exams but not to you Ijas”, he replied.

Alas! Why the hell everyone always ignore me, this is what I always think when I am alone in the house. Well later I understood they are not ignoring me but I am thinking like that and I acted accordingly and that’s when I met Hadiq, fair and thin born shaped skin, dark straight hair and a funny character. Actually hadiq, sohail and sachin was my best friends even though I met the real nuts, 5th to 8th were a hell for me in that institution, everything went wrong, I was below below-average, Home works were my night mares, I was teachers’ Christmas grandpa who always get remarks and my diary, rather diaries were full of remarks, no home works, not sitting properly, not a good character, always laughing, those were the small comments that been put over me…..