Milind as I first saw him:

I had joined BHS from Bombay(nay not mumbai) via Vidya Kunj. Not wearing a uniform on the first day but nonetheless extremely respectably attired in short pants white shirt tucked in. Classes had just begun & in walks a boy - blue shorts with white shirt, buttons having lost their fight with the holes; black belt cinched tight enough for the shorts to go tokyo & the shirt london with the half way tie going back to russia. Grubby shoes with socks thru which a tinge of white was visible, hair flying across the country like a dust cropper plane AND a peti under his left arm dragging the shirt out of the shorts - May I come in Mam - Contractor says - Put your bag & stand outside - The day for Milind Nene had begun - His crush eminently visible on his face & thru the various nudges amongst the young girls & boys, he does so & requests - Can I take my book & listen from outside - Gales of laughter follow this - YES - merrily our man steps outside - this class was probably the last or 2nd last on the right side when you face the canteen - the next 25 odd minutes was my induction into how popular our man was with teachers, students,peons & the little birds, butterflies etc moving around. Read the rest of this entry »