Laughter club

A Story by Abhilasha Jain

Best days were school days.

TOO BORING
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What is the one thing that we all love?
Sleep?
And yet the alarm won't let us sleep. Why? Schoooool and I am that one person who hated going to school the most. The one having the lowest attendance every year. The one desperately waiting for vacations. All the endless classes, tests and extra classes here are such a torture. Not just schooling but this whole education system sucks but let's keep it for some other day.
Usually people find 10th class their best class because of stream separation afterwards but as for me 12th was the most amazing for the simple reason that I had my whole survival kit with me.
Isn't it rightly said that you understand the value of something only when its gone? Somethings become an integral part of you and when they go about missing it starts hurting a lot.
The same happened with me in case of school.
I used to wonder what I really miss.. is it the school or friends?
But I think it's like a system. They go together.
You start having a whole new meaning for words when you're at school. Like what is happiness ? Test getting cancelled.
What is getting cheated? Friends not coming without telling.
What is hardest ? Controlling laughs in physics class.

So here like everyone I had this squad of mine. We were commonly different.. Unity in diversity types. Each one of us being one of a kind. I used to remain confined to my group because each time you look around you only find some depressed kids studying (who've probably been told bs ek saal padhle fir toh life set) and we couldn't care less about our careers (idk if we were right or wrong)

Our day would start with giving duty during assembly irrespective of the house on duty.
We would do anything to not attend the classes and one shouldn't get surprised to see all of us getting sick at the same time.
We couldn't even study and stop laughing in English class and it wasn't our fault, read memories of childhood (Hindi translation specifically)
Sometimes even we would doubt if we've got PBA condition.
From our last period cuts to endless talks and the way we would all sit and talk about anything (literally anything) And that Kati patang game with colour of sir's shirt to be touched 😂😂 We did had a great mimicry artist with us and also some great story tellers (who had some real experiences with ghosts)
The common hobby we always had was to mock others (wish could take names xD)
If you are in 12th B and get hit by some paper ball or chalk.. don't worry because you will not be able to find who it was because with all our determination, we've finally mastered the art of controlling laughs.
Excited defines us well. We started planning for teacher's day just 6 months before.
The way enemy of one would be enemy to all.
A worth mention over here would be of the love stories that each one of us had. Talking of which would never fail to put a smile on our faces.
If you would've been in our group and you ever feel like keeping a secret, I bet that you yourself will tell everyone about it by the end of the day.
And if any one of you by any chance like us.. let me tell you one thing very clearly that we hate you and we have certainly bitched a lot about you.

And now comes the time around mid semester. Which was sufficient to scare the hell outta us. So we planned of doing over night studies (to be precise, only on nights before the exam)
The study part was indeed funny. The first step is always to make a new WhatsApp group with all the interested people (if you ask me till the date we have got no less than 100 groups) Now let's assume that you began at 10. You won't mind sparing first 4 hours in gossips, strategy making etc. Right?
Now you are left with 4 hours. Did you study? (Think think)
No matter how our exam went, we would go to this all time fav park of ours to annoy kids there.
One more quality we possessed was good planning skills. But in the end our plans would go nowhere beyond Keventers and Crm (because Abba nahi maanenge yaar)

The last phase of our 12th class was amazing . At that time it seemed torturing but now as I think of it even it was beautiful in it's own way. We were tensed all the time. We didn't even know from where to start and solution to all our problems would be night study cum talk all night. Still next day those tired and red eyes would laugh all day.
Then we had our scribble day and deep down each one of us knew that end of school was close but we were all just ignoring that thought.
I won't say we were perfect. But we surely were perfect together.
We used to have fights (a lot of them)
But we also knew how to get things right.
Now that it's all done and school is over unfortunately some of us hardly talk to each other and now it seems so insane that we had plans to live in the same house in the next 10 years :')
Anyways no matter where we are all the memories of Drug Gang will always remain with us.

**No one's name has been taken for the safety purposes**