Bunking School

Jan 12, 2010

Bunking school was one of the best things I've ever done in my life. The thrill of showing off to chics that you are cutting class, and the suspense that hinges on till you meet your friends in bus stop if you got caught by the teacher and the looming fear that you experience as you approach your house and take your shoes off, thinking what will happen if your folks did find out about the bunk, and the relief that follows during dinner that you have successfully negotiated a bunk. There's no bigger joy than that, anywhere.

Things don't usually end there. There's normally an unexpected third party player, the enemy of the movies,  like the long lost sister of the heroine who arrives in the climax of a tamil movie. This guy is either your father's friend or your mom's colleague's husband or some Tom, Dick or Harry. This guy usually knows what he's upto. He knows that he's going to put you in trouble by asking difficult questions before your father.

But that will not stop him. He'll quietly slip in the fact that he accidentally saw you before Kaveri theater 3 days before when you are with your father. If you notice carefully, you can even catch the smug half smile on his face and a glean in his eyes which twinkle with the expectation of you getting caught and thrashed by your father.

Which you eventually will. There will be a full two day period when your old man walks around in a huff knowing his son is wasting his hard earned money in theaters. There's a period when you even resolve never to go to theaters (or at least never go to a theater where the enemies of the movies may pop up)

All that resolve stays strong for the next 2 weeks before the next English movie gets screened in Sippi theater on the Thursday evening. When the temptation again resurfaces, and you decide all the trouble is worth going to the movie again, First show.

Was it all worth it? Hell, Yeah.

Plans for tomorrow

Bunk office and go for a movie. Work otherwise.

Youtube link of the day

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PS Remixes are terrible. Afreen is so much better original