Oys ba,you reminded of my own school days. The tiffin carrier, the schools bus, the sticks and the unimaginable humiliation when I dared to eat my 10 am khaja while a teaher was teaching. The principal was a very short man with a very big stick and spoke in his badly mangled English. The schoold is a defunct school now. Amar Adarsha. I must have been in JKG. What the hell do you study in Jkg ayways?