From holding the paper cuttings of actresses as hostages in our books to stashing the adult books that we read in turns under the bed- adulthood had hit every one of us in different frequencies. Sooner or later we all did it. No matter how disgusting some things were, it’s all just pure fun when we look back. Most of these things happened after we entered the senior house in 2007.
Back then when the internet was still a story we read in books. Asiq banaya apne video song was a popular talk. It took a life full of effort to watch that in my friend’s PC; who was a staff-child. After all what good is a staff child if he didn’t help you to access some explicit stuff like that?
Somewhere around that time, we heard for the first about the blue films aka BF. Yeah! Suck it up… aptly.. I know it, you know it... between calling it BF and porn, we all grew up.
One day, some of the B-section guys started talking about a porno. The migrated guys had managed to pull off a show in the computer lab that morning as they had a CD. One guy narrated the incident to me. He said, “After we settled down in the computer lab, I felt a vacuum around me and when I saw through it; all eyes were fixated on it. And when I laid my eyes on it, the screen literally poked my eyes. It was disgusting, yet irresistible. There was a kind of warmth and quiver in the body. Next period was Jodaddi sir’s. His one-minute silent prayer before the start of the class was a horror. It was like someone had put a mirror inside us to reflect our own guilt. I shivered through the minute. And it was not just me.”
Though the computer lab was one place, the usual magic happened elsewhere. Different batches had accessed the stuff in different ways. Usually, the first time happened because of the legacy of senior batches. Our senior’s legacy was the maths lab. It had become a porno adda ever since it was newly established and a PC was put in it. It was an ideal spot because it was like an outhouse. Totally isolated from the school building and no one paid a regular visit there.
A rod from the window was removed. It was wide enough to slide through it. It was engaged all the time. Things were done so surreptitiously that I suppose for about a year at least; no one had a clue. Most of we A-section boys watched one at the end of 10th class. February 5, 2009. Weird; I remember that date.
Two guys were inside the lab, operating the PC. Group of we peeped through the window. It was a Tarzan porno. When everything was heating up; a guy beside me who was bit sensitive; started to make weird noise subconsciously. The sight of the clip was so disgusting that it was difficult to watch it continuously. Yet, there was the irresponsible grasp that conditioned the mind. Aftermath, of course, the guilt was there. But we all get used to it, ain't we?
Standing at that last window of maths lab; the first time is memorable as hell. Last week when we had gone to the school after a marriage. Some of we took a moment to peep through the last window. The ten years challenge was practically complete. Also, literally. The date was February 10.
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