As a child I have done many mundane yet sophisticated things which I don't get opportunity to do now a day. I have spent seven formative years in a boarding school in a nondescript town of deoghar. I went there as a kid of eight years and passed out of the school in the middle of my teenage. Anyone who has been to this small pilgrimage town must have guessed by now the name of my school. Its Rama Krishna Mission Vidyapith.
Before leaving for the school my mom had taught me the nuances of small arts which I think one would never do if one doesn’t go to a boarding school. Sewing was one of them, holding a needle and learning the trick. It’s quite simple but repetitive and requires patience. Once I had reached the school I had to shorn my fancy clothes and adorn school uniform. There were two sets of school uniform. One was school dress which we had to wear during the time classes were held. It was blue shirt and white pant. We had to wear half pants till class nine. Sounds crazyy! Some relaxations were given in winter days. The other set was dham (dormitory) dress. It was cream shirt and chocolate pant.
Most of the uniforms given to us were pre tailored to avoid deluge of new comers and only in case of extreme unfit a new pair according to size would be tailored. I remember all the new comers were given three sets of each uniform. The amazing fact was that there was a single tailor sewing clothes of roughly 350 students with additional load of 50 new comers in the month of March. hmmmm.... As a part of this process of only extremely unfit getting the fittest, I too had a brown pant which was not extremely unfit but quite unfit for me. It was enough unfit for thread sewed on two halves of the pants to plough into my ass. I could have got a pant which would have been a loose fit for me, but destiny always has a part in funny sequences.
I don’t remember when and where thread had unbungled from the pressure of my back to expose my ass, but I don’t think it was a public place else I would have remembered it. It was time to put my learning of sewing to practical use. The maverick was ready to yield his needle and use white thread to sew a chocolate pant. Doing rounds and rounds of painful motion of hands, concentrating hard to sew it in a straight trajectory, the pant was ready to wear. The time was in evening after classes were over and i was going to ground for evening football match. A step forward conjuring ball like no one else i could sense a problem. All the players behind me were laughing. The white thread has loosened to make it look like a zigzag of white tilak smeared on my chocolate ass.............. Next I remember I had to immediately rush to dormitory for an ass lifting.
ahhahahahahha.... How this particular incident did suddenly crop up in my mind.... A few days back, may be after a gap of fifteen years, i had again used needle to sew a tee-shirt and the journey down the memory lane.
Before leaving for the school my mom had taught me the nuances of small arts which I think one would never do if one doesn’t go to a boarding school. Sewing was one of them, holding a needle and learning the trick. It’s quite simple but repetitive and requires patience. Once I had reached the school I had to shorn my fancy clothes and adorn school uniform. There were two sets of school uniform. One was school dress which we had to wear during the time classes were held. It was blue shirt and white pant. We had to wear half pants till class nine. Sounds crazyy! Some relaxations were given in winter days. The other set was dham (dormitory) dress. It was cream shirt and chocolate pant.
Most of the uniforms given to us were pre tailored to avoid deluge of new comers and only in case of extreme unfit a new pair according to size would be tailored. I remember all the new comers were given three sets of each uniform. The amazing fact was that there was a single tailor sewing clothes of roughly 350 students with additional load of 50 new comers in the month of March. hmmmm.... As a part of this process of only extremely unfit getting the fittest, I too had a brown pant which was not extremely unfit but quite unfit for me. It was enough unfit for thread sewed on two halves of the pants to plough into my ass. I could have got a pant which would have been a loose fit for me, but destiny always has a part in funny sequences.
I don’t remember when and where thread had unbungled from the pressure of my back to expose my ass, but I don’t think it was a public place else I would have remembered it. It was time to put my learning of sewing to practical use. The maverick was ready to yield his needle and use white thread to sew a chocolate pant. Doing rounds and rounds of painful motion of hands, concentrating hard to sew it in a straight trajectory, the pant was ready to wear. The time was in evening after classes were over and i was going to ground for evening football match. A step forward conjuring ball like no one else i could sense a problem. All the players behind me were laughing. The white thread has loosened to make it look like a zigzag of white tilak smeared on my chocolate ass.............. Next I remember I had to immediately rush to dormitory for an ass lifting.
ahhahahahahha.... How this particular incident did suddenly crop up in my mind.... A few days back, may be after a gap of fifteen years, i had again used needle to sew a tee-shirt and the journey down the memory lane.
6 comments:
U shud write more of such incidents..I was into a laughter riot while reading it and still laughing imagining your plight....
wow, well written but it brings more nostalgia to me. I too had spent equivalent time in hostel during schooldays. I used to wonder why some of the guys didn't know things like sewing(it is just push and pull :D), folding clothes (progressive learning), ironing clothes (again learn by trial and error).
The trip down the memory lane was, well, nostalgic. Learning a few tricks with needle is really not expected from a hostelier like you. You should be proud of this skill set dude. And yes, ROFL on "rush to dormitory for an ass lifting."
And yes, blogrolled you.
haha! very funny and nostalgic.
nice read :)
Aha!.. Wonderful.
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