Do
you remember the day when Rafi took a few of us to the zoo? Well, he tried
to. His idea seemed brilliant. He apparently knew a longer
route which we could take to get in the zoo to avoid the 5 taka entrance
fee. "Yes Boss", we said and followed our leader. Those who
were there know the tragic ending of the story. After walking for
almost 3 miles and a hour and a half we found an entrance and guess what
? Each of us paid 5 taka to get in. So much for Rafi's
brilliant idea.
Memories.....by
Asif
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have many many memories of St. Joseph years. One of the funniest of them
was the day Harashit Sir's wife gave birth to a son. We were in class 9
Jets and our class had a bad reputation of being notorious. We heard the
good news of Harashit Sir in the morning from somewhere. We decided to
give him a little surprise. When he entered the class in the 4th period,
in stead of the regular "good morniiiiing, Sir", we greeted him with a
thunderous clap with a broad smile on our face. However, sir did not find
it funny. He kept us all standing and started a mass "smash-the-head" campaigne.
Everybidy got a piece of him that day. The funniest of us was Imran Mamun
who had a fractured skull already and a had big bandage in his head. Even
he was not spared. Poor guy, I still remember that startled look in his
face. Anyway, till this date I don't know whether sir knew the actual cause
of our celebration.
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Memories.....by
Utsha
| Asif
is right.... those days of St. joseph...can we forget those? no way..at
least not me. Those can be called "my golden days." We all should remember
our beloved Benjamin Sir (He lives pretty close to me now in NJ) and at
the name comes with "famous duisho bar." I was the class captain of notorious
9 Jets ... so I had to write down the names (never actually wrote any)
of those who used to get "duisho bar" from Benji. One day Rafi was doing
some shit (as usual) and he got caught by him and he asked me to write
down his name for "duisho". I asked benji to give rafi "charsho". and he
said .."ok rafi..tui charsho bar ar naurose..tui duishobar..".... ar-o
erokom onek mojar shriti acche amader shobar.... let's share it after ten
years once again...
Memories.....by
Rafi
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Rafi's comments on Sarkar Sir's "gear" & St Joseph
I
still remember Sarkar in class: bellowing out "Uttor kona daran" when he
came in to class in order to single out some one to read out the class
work of the day, leaving all the students in the class dazed and confused
in our attempts to figure out _which_ "uttor kona": Northeast, or Northwest.
And the times when he used to get really upset: "You may be the son of
a business magnet [sic], but I say, 'Damn Care!'" And then the inevitable
"gear." Ahh. memories.... Mathar chul khamche dhore garir gear change korar
moto kore chul dhore matha jhakiye diten. shathe gota koyek anguler git
diye guta-s thrown in for good effect. matha-r ordhek chul uthai felten.
ekhono onek josephite with receding hairlines trace their dearth of hair
to him. =)
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On Abdul Bari Mridha (A.B.M)
Tahole
Abdul Bari Mridha had atleast some effect on somebody! I thought he was
living out a totally pointless existence. Hm. BTW, speaking of Bari Sir,
I remember an interesting anecdote. You were done with your SSC at the
time (I'm pretty sure, but I could be wrong) and were judging in the Youth
Fair (or whatever it was called) Quiz Competition. I was in the finals
for class VII Panthers against VIII Comets. One of the questions was 'what
does "A.B.M." stand for?' I was so tempted to reply "Abdul Bari Mridha"
that I jumped out of my seat in excitement. But some Class VIII-er beat
me to the bell, and I couldn't say anything. But you looked at me with
eyes full of vehement disapproval at my unrestrained display of unsportsmanly
enthusiasm. =) (addressed to Naeem)
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Memories....
.by Adnan (class of 96)
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