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…..