Class 10, Section F. Last bench.
F for Fail. First.
They wrote us off in one letter. We kept the letter and changed the meaning.
We were the back bench of 10-F. The ones who were told, often and loudly, that nothing much would come of us. We heard it so many times that it stopped stinging and started sounding like a dare.
Tum sahi section mein ho. F for Fail.
Ma'am, F for First bhi hota hai.
The whole bench shouted it back together. It was a joke in that classroom. Years later it turned out to be the plan. Deep down we always knew, kuch toh ukhaad hi lenge zindagi mein.
Today the same kids who were written off are doing well, each in their own field. That is the whole idea behind F-Section: the road from failure to first, worn on your chest.
Roll call, years later
Same bench, different scoreboard. Edit these cards and put your own crew in.
Last bench, third desk
The one who never did homework
Write what this friend is doing today. Replace this card with your own crew.
Last bench, third desk
The one who never did homework
Write what this friend is doing today. Replace this card with your own crew.
Last bench, third desk
The one who never did homework
Write what this friend is doing today. Replace this card with your own crew.
Last bench, third desk
The one who never did homework
Write what this friend is doing today. Replace this card with your own crew.
The cloth has to hold up too
100% cotton
Pure cotton, soft and breathable, made to be worn every single day.
Oversized fit
Cut roomy through the body and shoulders, the way the back bench always sat.
Built to last
A shirt that fades on wash number three would be a poor way to tell this story.