OOL..Owl or Lark

Folks baptized me “ullu ka patha”(owls sycophant). At that time I just used to grumble at them but just few days back I came to know that owl is the “Bird Of Wisdom” All my 20 years of experience in the globe I thought it to be “Bird Of Night” , common sense isn’t it?

The audacious owl who surveys the world spreading the light of wisdom and strikingly polar is the melodious Lark, “the Bird of Songs” who wakes catching the first light of the biggest Star. The owl urges the people to gather knowledge and wisdom while the lark urges the people to arouse early, spread blithe and be carefree.
People often associate homo sapiens with the attributes similar to the animals. People who work better at night are considered Owls and people who work better in the early sunlight are considered as Larks. The owls prefer solitude while the larks are gregarious.
People who do better during moonshine generally live their life in problems and are usually busy finding solutions as they are intelligent .Dawn people are very blissful, carefree and live their life in present as they believe “Life is all about living in the moment”(Hrithik’s favorite liner).
I might be incorrect in judging the owls and larks but I reckon as there are two flip of a coin (polar) so there are two kind people ……….owl and lark.

I belong to the owls ………where do you belong??

Thomas Days..

Caesar’s destiny was linked with conspiracy but mine had something else in store. I was pretty much obsessive to get into commerce but a thought (AB ad- an idea can change your life…..its true its explicitly true in my case) provoked which made me cross the Rubicon and took science at the eleventh hour of my application letter to principal Mirza.
My school life can be depicted in two phases the Aloysius phase and Thomas phase. The first phase was very much conducive in my intellectual pursuits and the coming elevated my spiritual experience, enriched my mind, cultivated my body, nourished my soul (mind and body heart and soul tujme shakti hai anmol……… love you Shankar, Ehsaan ).I ventured the cocoon of ordinary and began to explore the realm of extraordinary.
I was very anxious….. as an adolescent who is ready for his fresh face first shave about marching into science stream. My first year evanesced analyzing the teachers. Here are some..

Bhadhuri!!!!! can I ever forget this globe shaped phantom, a Schadenfreude, man in black , with black hair incandescent from 3 table spoon of coconut oil , used to oil his moustache too, his bum bigger than the chair. He was the physics teacher, always came with chalks in his hand like an array of bullets completing two to three chapters in probably 35 minutes (chapters even which were not interrelated to each other like rotational motion, optics, semi conductors) .

Monica De!!!!! anyone in our batch will ever forget her……her statement “let the air open and let the window come”. Caution :-That remark is copyright protected so never try to use. Her lectures were so soporific that even a horse would creep.

Rupreka……oh sorry Ruprekha..huh Rooprekha..err the rajdhani express, chemistry teacher she was so fast that sometimes skipped her own notes which she always brought with her to ctrl+c and ctrl +v in the board. She seldom smiled and when she did (sardonically) it was contravening her “12 pound mass between her shoulders” (cynic people I am referring to her face).whenever I heard the word chemistry all my God gifted soaked natures intelligence came to my toes…...i never understood the difference between flask and a beaker while both are meant for keeping solutions :(

Mr.Pandey..a superannuated, jaded,effete creature resembling a toothpick..any thomasite worth his salt please do the honours for him.

I gave a center shock to all (even to me) by coming 9th in class (although it was not my lone effort, classroom was too small and the invigilators were indulgent yet it was a good debut). Here I met the “green mango more” (translate it to hindi and keep to yourself) of our class , Rajwant Singh Chauhan (certainly a stellar in coming years, amazing personality and his name says it all, mind you not Vijay Dinanath..).My soul was mesmerized by his idiosyncrasy , personality, flirting nature, his everest ( 8848m yes still I remember it) like aplomb, his powerful communication, his zen like focus (I m not talking about Tiwari’s car)and his King-kong style of ramp walking at farewell day. With his reference I came in contact with fidel achates(I can keep on adding myriad attributes for days) Ankit Chowdhary aka Karan (and me Arjun as called by VJ bhaiya).Actually we are birds of same feather who always flocks together. In his closure I comprehended the authentic meaning of friendship and today we share an unassailable bond (thank god nobody calls us Jai–Veeru, that’s sounds too tacky).

Thomas days will be incomplete without mentioning the 3 symonds (crap man..I have to revise my Hanuman chalisa ) of the class, Hritwik, Pankaj and Saurav. They were called the 3 triumvirate with little territory to show. If by chance they attended any classes then snowing in Siberia was inevitable. They were the peons of class oops the prefects, use to loiter like an empty kicked cans of cokes. They were often found in junior class(11) which was called the fairyland because the likes of Sonams, Rachnas, Mamtas (their muma bathed gazillion times in milk before giving them birth) dwelt there. Your dark grey cells will reckon I know these because they were my mates ..sorry I was the fourth australian.
I know I refered myself an Australian but they are also human being oops sorry living being (i am going to ramsethu to commit..) Its time to rest my fingers..will come back soon (mind you I m not gangulified :)