JNV Days – The Love Stories

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The Common Story (of all boys)

For a lot of boys in JNV, ‘love’ was more of an excitement of falling in love with someone instead of actually falling in love. It is really difficult to notice the difference – especially when you’re in school and again, if you don’t want to notice the difference.

The boy sees a pretty girl, and a story starts. The concept is sometimes as simple as that. Before the boy has any idea of what’s happening, his friends pitch in and explain that he’s met the love of his life and from that point his only aim should be to talk with her. The boy wants that to be true. You know, you’re sometimes the best person to convince yourself of something.

JNV is a residential school. From the perspective of the boy, there is a lot of opportunities for him to get a glimpse of the girl. If you’re in the same class, you have at least 6 hours of subjects together everyday. Even if you’re not in the same class, there are lot of other activities – the girls’ queue to the dining hall, to the administrative building, to the evening prayer, and some boys even followed girls to highly restricted places too (I’m not going to go into the details).

Even after a lot of effort, which mainly consisted of shy glimpses, most of the boys failed to even start a conversation with the girl, let alone professing love.

But not all.
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JNV Days – The Slap Stories

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With all due respect for all my teachers in school, I must point here out that hitting a 11-12 year old is hardly ever an act of a grown up. In JNV, those 11-12 year olds stay away from their parents and are in the phase of learning a hell lot of things to do on their own. Those kids look up to the teachers in search of love and care they were used to from their parents. Having said that, I must also add that I have witnessed some very devilish minds in my school who could only be tamed with a slap in the correct cheek. 🙂

I wasn’t exactly a ‘Devil’. In fact I was one of the good students in the school (at least officially ;)), but I have got some slaps registered on my cheeks too. Here are few I remember:

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