Life in the Homes was a taste of heaven on Earth ....... Where some some of the mothers gave birth ........ As little boys we were seen in kakki ...... That often mislead us to look makki...........
Yeah as boys /girls of the Homes it was the trend to wack the pantry ... But always got cought when we landed up in Hospi with dicentry..... There was Doc Roa ( Teddybear) who looked at you with his big eyes..... And then later you getting the wrong medicine becoz of his lies.....
Yeah it was Scottish Canadain and thajey Hughes ..... Who in his free time only cared for his shoes...... His drum set was shinny and sparkling ...... Where Dharey always mistook herself to be the king.....
The C.K grub was not bad with bulga in the morning ...... Where Howrey Framjee hated we guys from the 80s pop to sing ..... The dal at lunch was like coloured water from festival holi ..... where you drop a coin in the bowl and see it doing roli poli .....
The school office building was in the correct location with a tree and a round thing hanging that we called gong ...... Man it was Hari who always got hit when the timing was wrong...... Poor Mr Manuck shouted at Hari ...... But did Hari care ? Nah he didnt worry .....
Lunch time was a site to see at the end of the big field ,with most of the class 8 boys doin the break and the moves ...... And the chicks peeping from the windows and practising flashdance and trying to get into the grove ..... back in the days it was the hit dance ...... With practically every class student ( 84.85.86.) in a dance trance...
After school was good with sports ...... with half of us limping back to cottage in our dirty shorts ...... some were in cottages playing games at the field ...... Knowing how dangesrous it gets and no protective gaurd or shield ....
Night study was the best ....... esp with a lazy teacher who loves to sleep and rest ...... The boys are at play out in the bhutta fileds raiding the corn ..... In the dark cant see a thing ,and there goes a cry someone mistook and cought a cows horn ..... Man you should see them running like mad men who have just seen a ghost ...... any more of that and my nuts would have been toast <....( dgh slang)
When lights go out at 9pm ,dont think of going to do number 1 .... coz by the time you get there ,it will be already out in your pants as number 11.... hehehehhehe.... So just open the window and do it free.... boy dont let the choukidar see ......
Going Homes day was something we looked forward too ..... with all the anglos hoping to be in the 2nd batch passing the cemetry throughh..... on the train we stuck our heads out and catapulted the guys going for a crap ( lottar) How we dongged them and it was fun ...... But belive me if they ever catch us we would have to be on the run ....
Life in the Homes is a never ending story ,what Ive written is a fraction or a drop of water in the ocean .....
