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Oh him :')

Ross: [Ross just found out that Joey and Rachel were together and is now drunk] Ah, love. L-O-V-E love. 'L' is for life. I mean what is life without love?

[long pause]

Rachel: [to Joey] Oh my god, are we supposed to answer?

Ross: 'O' is for OH WOW! 'V' is for this very surprising turn of events which i am *still* fine with by the way. 'EEE'

[squeals]

Ross: is for how extreeemeely normal I find it that you two are together and that one day you might get married... and have children of your own...

http://www.telegraphindia.com/1130913/jsp/frontpage/story_17344687.jsp#.UjNClsamj-W

Helen Sircar. She was my class teacher during the first half of class IX and English teacher in class X. A wonderful teacher, a nice and fun person, someone I have admired all my school years for the excellent command over the language. I remember how she explained the Adam Eve story with new depth and dimension to it one day. And of course. Daffodils!

The reason why I want to be a teacher somewhere someday is partly because Mrs.Nandi told me so once and partly because I was filled with respect for Mrs.Helen Sircar on 23^rd June 2006 and I wanted the same from many. The St. John’s Day is celebrated in the St.Pauls Cathedral every year on the 24^th of June. Helen Sircar always guided the school choir with the hymns and songs and entry and exit sequences. On 22^nd June 2006 it was announced over the speakers during the morning assembly that Mrs. Sircar’s father expired. That happened to be the first day of stage rehearsal and without Mrs. Sircar, the choir girls did not know what to do and where to stand and how to move. Nothing much happened on that day. On 23^rd morning, we were shocked to see Mrs.Sircar on the school grounds, just a day after her father passed away, with her customary list of students, her plan of action and stuff. She knew without her the programme would lead nowhere. She conducted the entire programme wonderfully. Tremendous hit that choir was. Later I got a glimpse of Mrs.Sircar crying her eyes out at the staff room. That was then. And I knew that being a teacher is fun and an extremely wonderful job with a lot of responsibilities. I was filled with respect for this woman.

The same woman was arrested yesterday. Helen Sircar resigned from school and joined the Christ Church School during 2011. A student of class V died and she was arrested. Reason? The principal is supposed to know about every time any student has loose motion and hiccup. I mean seriously? The child’s death is unfortunate and everything I understand. But the near and dear ones should be held equally responsible for not understanding and reacting to the medical and psychological needs of the child. They say that Helen Sircar had strict rules, devised tough syllabus, did not allow mobile phones in campus, did not meet parents randomly, and had specific dates for the parents of every class. Parents!? What is wrong with you all? Please take your child to some Pathshala where the Principal would chew paan and talk to you all in person and Bangla. Why a convent school? The photographs that came out of the senior students rejoicing at the resignation and arrest of the principal are disgraceful. There is no principal who is loved. This is a general rule. But that does not take away the respect that the principal deserves. If people had complains, they could have done something earlier rather than taking advantage of the death.

And as for Helen Sircar, no matter what the media and fools say, I am neither ashamed nor afraid to say that the child who died had careless people around who should blame themselves for improper environment and lack in medical care of the child rather than blaming a single, strong and independent woman who looks after her child, mother and the entire school efficiently.  Shame on you all for the false accusation.  

I ABSOLUTELY LIFTED ONE LINE FROM THE LAST PARAGRAPH FROM A PIECE BY S.K.BANERJEE.

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When I turned back, I saw this hot girl dancing. I could not take my eyes off her and suddenly our eyes met. Embarrassed, I looked away. But how could I? She was burning the dance floor. So I looked again and caught her smiling. She signalled me to come. Yes! Me! With gentle steps, trying to match the class of my dancing queen I reached her. She came closer and started swaying like breeze. The aroma that she exhibited set me up to a level higher. Already high from a couple of tequila shots, I closed my eyes to take in the moment and before I knew, my one hand was guided up to her bare back. She was too close. Discomfort.  All over me. I pacified myself thinking this is what I have forever wanted. I hoped to fix a date at the end of the evening. She was just the sexy girl I could flaunt to the world. Yes. Within a moment I found her mouth close to mine. Hopeful that I was, I began to decrease the few micro meters that existed. But she took her lips to my ears and with seductive voice murmured, “Room 404”. She handed me a card and walked away to a new friend for another comfortable dance. I looked at the card. The details.

Driving down I saw this beautiful girl waving for taxi from distance. I stopped to ask if she wants a lift and moments later she was sitting beside me, blabbered her story of lost love and how she came to this city to find a job and be independent. I stopped the car by the coffee junction and tried the famous all-boys-are-not-the-same dialogues. She sipped the coffee. Her pink glossy lips! Her dark kohl lined eyes twinkled while she used the end of her yellow bandhni dupatta to hold the cup. I hoped to help her settle down and ask her out. She was just the sober girl I could take to Mumma. Yes. I dropped her to her cousin’s. We got down from the car, she came closer and I could only admire her perfection. She was tall and fair, well spoken, sensible. She was just perfect. Now was my turn to ask for the next date. ‘Pizza at 7? Pizza at 7!’ I was rehearsing in my mind when she said ‘Thank you! It felt so nice to meet such a wonderful brother figure so far away from home.’ Well. Right.

I opened the apartment door with my spare keys and there you were. Sitting on the couch with baggy shorts and my t-shirt which was definitely not your size. Without shifting your eyes from the TV screen you said ‘So no luck today again my speed dating sweet?’

'What the hell. How did she know?'

I nodded and sat beside her. She got up, brought me a cheese sandwich. I was so hungry, exhausted and comforted at the same time that I had to kiss her on the forehead. I smiled and said ‘Good company, good food and a good movie. In any order’ and she brought us a big sundae, settled on the couch, looked at the TV, and then me, and said, ‘I know’.