I’m also going to assume that even if you are woefully ignorant (Gasp. Oh, the horror of it!), you’ve read this, so that you’ve at least got a hazy idea as to what I’m talking about.
Now after all that assuming, I will go ahead with my post.
My first experience of trucking was when I was a little mite with cropped hair in Grade 4. I honestly thought that we were all going to be kidnapped by these ‘big aiyas’ and tossed my lunch box in the air and ran screaming as though my life depended on it. 11 years on however, I am wiser than that.
Big match time is when a horde of energetic boys put on their gladdest rags, dig out the hair dye they hid from their mum, pull out last years flags and jump into girls schools around Colombo. (And of late, international schools as well. I mean I knew a few Thomians were gay but… ) 🙂
It is the time when girls in their early teens discover their hormones. (Life will never be the same again)
And when the ‘experienced’ seniors remain composed and nonchalant as the guy’s storm their classes, make wisecrack remarks, chat up the teacher and beg for water.
It is one of those rare occasions when the masters who are shut up in their classrooms get a chance to display their.. err.. prowess and manliness. So they hitch up their trousers and roll up their sleeves and attempt to drive the mass of testosterone-charged boys away.
It also a chance for the guys to demonstrate their competency in dodging batons, their propensity to scale walls and to run their asses off when the cops come.
And no.. I know what you’re thinking. Contrary to general opinion, the girls do not sit on the edge of their chairs excitedly awaiting the arrival of the mob of boys. Their over-zealous eagerness is extremely over rated.
A recent trend, which seems to have cropped up, is to jump into international schools. The teachers there, never having witnessed anything like this below were extremely alarmed at first. A friend at CIS told me that the football coach, who recently came from England, under the impression that the school was under attack of some sorts, had pinned down and attempted to squeeze the life out of an unsuspecting Royalist.
The trucking’s been remarkably low-key this year. From the masses of guys who swarm the school, it has gradually decreased to a slow of trickle of scraggly boys with too loose pants who run at the sight of an umbrella brandishing (female mind you) teacher. (Hah. Cowards.)
And so the big match fever has come and gone. But the fact of the matter remains that its not as good as it used to be. Not just the trucking, but everything else as well. The feel is just not there.
The pavilion is and always will be packed with overdressed, underfed giggly girls and beer soaked guys (and a few girls). You will bump into a too drunk old codger who will try and make a pass at you.
But somehow its not the same as it used to be.
I think that pretty much sums it all up.
Ps- As, you’ve probably guessed this post has been in draft mode for quite some time. Oh well.. Better late than never.
Pps – Thank you for the previous comments. I’m sorry I haven’t replied to them. Been disturbingly busy. Was going to do them tonight but I’m dropping off in front of the computer. I promise I will.. soon.