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To the slippery desk of 
Mr. Princi
B.J.B. Junior College 
Bhubaneswar 
Khurdha 

Have a nice afternoon, Mr. Princi. Happy new year belated. In fact, I could have wished you on the 1st day itself, but I forgot. Today somehow I manged to remember that you still exist in this universe. So have a nice (year-11days) ahead. 

I don't think you have forgotten me, your well wisher student, in your words a nightmare, so soon. You can ask me again, like you did last time when I was wishing you 'HAPPIE HOLI' repeatedly for 3 days, that " Do we have aquintance?". I would like to say yes and remind you that you had recognised my voice in your high office just after my exams were over. 

I give you the liberty, in fact you do not deserve but I am kind enough to give, to call me and blame me in your hitherto jovially cold voice for wishing you happie new year. 

And if you do not like a good wish from me on this new year, i know you do not like it, please inform me that you do not want a good wish from me. I would be very glad to wish you the worst year ahead. 

Regards 
your student, whose name is still unknown to you. 

PS:: see you again next year. May the almighty give me a chance to wish you new year again, in simple words may the god keep you in existence for another year.


PS:: Let me tell you how I managed to remember about your existence. Well from Facebook I came to know that you are still shitting and pissing students off. And fortunately your students have got Facebook to piss on you there, unlike you.
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