Good Morning!

I've been awake exactly one hour and I'm bored.
The ennui that envelops my life,wraps its arms around my neck, slowly squeezing away every last breath and pushing me into its abyss of boredom.

The sixth standard was the year when we were finally allowed to join the senior girls for assembly every morning.We were thrilled to stand in line as the captains walked up and down,flaunting their seniority and superiority by carrying on with their menial tasks of checking our nails,ribbons and if our bloomers were on.Bloomers were these ridiculous green shorts that 'bloomed out' and had many many many metres of elastic leaving 'bloomer' marks on your stomach and thighs for days afterwords.A teacher has extolled the virtues of these bloomers saying
"Its to protect your buttocks, darlings.From being bitten by ants in the sports field of course."
Some girls would coyly show their bloomers through their belt holes while the enthusiastic ones would lift their pinafores up to their noses.

The eighth standard was the year when we were upgraded to a new level of assemblies.The prayer assembly.The most boring of its kind.Just when we thought we were done praying, there would be the 'special' prayer assembly.And the humdrum continued......
When we reached the eighth,our class was selected to organize the entire assembly.My coterie(Remember those smart,goodlooking,intelligent girls) were very VERY eager to do a play.And our cheesy topic was

'Friendship'

Docta...the clever one immediately knighted herself 'Narrator'. The narrators job is simple.All she has to do is read out the story here and there and stop herself from smirking loudly into the mike as she watches her friends make fools out of themselves on stage.

Parvathi...the biggest idiot of them all decided to get bossy and announced she would be the director and lead actress.

Vaishnavi...the poor helpless waif was pushed into being Parvathi's co-lead.

The story was simple.Parvathi was an athletic tomboy(Yes..I was going through a phase) and Vaishnavi was an artist and they were the best of friends.Parvathi steals Vaishnavi's paintings for a major art exhibition and passes it off as her own.Vaishnavi finds out and forgives and there ended the suckiest storyline in the history of Church Park.

The opening scene had Parvathi.Why did I shift to third person?Anyway..it had Parvathi walking onto stage dribbling the ball and throwing it to her less enthusiastic artist friend.Now over a game of catch and throw, they discuss the exhibition and the whole thing was supposed to add a 'natural feel' to the play.

On the day of the play,the entire coterie was very nervous and excited.We were putting up plays in front of the entire senior population.Parvathi looked throw the curtains of the stage and there sat all the eleventh and twelfth standard girls looking restless,nervous and fidgety.

Parvathi walked onto stage dribbling the ball hoping to look her uber cool best.She threw the ball to Vaishnavi who threw it back to her.

The ball wasn't coming to her.The ball was coming on her....

And that's when the big orange basketball fell right on top of her head and bounced off into the audience.

The audience first broke into giggles and then into loud guffaws when they realised that that was not a part of the play.

Needless to say, the rest of the play went off very badly,turning out to be the MOST embarrassing moment of my life.

There...I'm done with my blog for the rest of the week..

And the ennui continues...