Contrast’s 95!
The title itself may sow lot of doubts in the readers mind, but let me clear it straight away. CONTRAST’S 95 was the name of the Farewell party that we (11th standard students) to our Immediate and the only seniors in our school for their last year at the school. (They were just outgoing students, not outstanding by any means).
I remember, when we the students were asked rather ordered to contribute more than 100 Rs per head for the occasion, I was one of the four revolutionaries who went against the idea but then I was convinced to pay 50 Rs after 2 days of my unsuccessful agitation. The best thing about this whole issue was that my friend Mr. K Vijay ragavan. Was the title creator so to speak? Now I’ve to remind everyone that this is the 10 anniversary of that occasion.
During our videogame playing days we played this unbelievably great adventure game called “CONTRA”. Which in a couple of minutes became the name of the party with the year of the occasion becoming the suffix and just an addition of “st’s” we got ourselves a “Hi- Fi” name. Vijay himself was the master of ceremonies with his carefully written out statements and vote of thanks and the fake acknowledgement s to the teachers. The best thing about this was that the students who took the initiative for this big bash had to take back seat because of certain “English Factor”.
The party itself was along the lines of a college culturals with its shining name board in a thermocol courtesy Mr.Karthik (for which he was awarded a pen-set by his favourite teacher Sri.Rajkumar which karthik rates as highly as a “Nobel prize”). The hanging decorations and the artistic paper works and of course students in their neatly pressed clothes as if they are at the Oscars. Thank god finally we were out of our uniforms for at least 3 hours. Well every thing has to have some exceptions (Sundar AKA periappa if you are listening please come out of the uniform you are 26 now).
The lip smacking snacks were of the highest quality, Couple of Samosas and the ever-sour coke. 50 Rs for 2 samosas and coke is just 40 too many. To top that I had a ripped palm as I ventured in to the hand opening technique to show off my machismo. (Oh I hate Shoba).
Finally the fashion show, my god the day rather the night belonged to Somesh who was crowned the Mr.Model of the show and G.G.L.Priya the Miss. Model. (It was pre –planned). Somesh’s clincher was the phrase that he copied from Santh.” I am a bad Guy”, which inturn was stolen by Santh from the T.V show WWF.
After everything was said and done the show was a tremendous success for it’s conceptualisation and it’s glossy image. The day had a lot of tears, love, and respect, and warmth, discipline and in my case blood and a glance from Shoba, which made me feel like I was 6’10.
I remember, when we the students were asked rather ordered to contribute more than 100 Rs per head for the occasion, I was one of the four revolutionaries who went against the idea but then I was convinced to pay 50 Rs after 2 days of my unsuccessful agitation. The best thing about this whole issue was that my friend Mr. K Vijay ragavan. Was the title creator so to speak? Now I’ve to remind everyone that this is the 10 anniversary of that occasion.
During our videogame playing days we played this unbelievably great adventure game called “CONTRA”. Which in a couple of minutes became the name of the party with the year of the occasion becoming the suffix and just an addition of “st’s” we got ourselves a “Hi- Fi” name. Vijay himself was the master of ceremonies with his carefully written out statements and vote of thanks and the fake acknowledgement s to the teachers. The best thing about this was that the students who took the initiative for this big bash had to take back seat because of certain “English Factor”.
The party itself was along the lines of a college culturals with its shining name board in a thermocol courtesy Mr.Karthik (for which he was awarded a pen-set by his favourite teacher Sri.Rajkumar which karthik rates as highly as a “Nobel prize”). The hanging decorations and the artistic paper works and of course students in their neatly pressed clothes as if they are at the Oscars. Thank god finally we were out of our uniforms for at least 3 hours. Well every thing has to have some exceptions (Sundar AKA periappa if you are listening please come out of the uniform you are 26 now).
The lip smacking snacks were of the highest quality, Couple of Samosas and the ever-sour coke. 50 Rs for 2 samosas and coke is just 40 too many. To top that I had a ripped palm as I ventured in to the hand opening technique to show off my machismo. (Oh I hate Shoba).
Finally the fashion show, my god the day rather the night belonged to Somesh who was crowned the Mr.Model of the show and G.G.L.Priya the Miss. Model. (It was pre –planned). Somesh’s clincher was the phrase that he copied from Santh.” I am a bad Guy”, which inturn was stolen by Santh from the T.V show WWF.
After everything was said and done the show was a tremendous success for it’s conceptualisation and it’s glossy image. The day had a lot of tears, love, and respect, and warmth, discipline and in my case blood and a glance from Shoba, which made me feel like I was 6’10.
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