I was sitting with my sister in her class, 2nd standard d-section. Even after spending a year in school, I showed as if I was still homesick. My class tutor dropped in, as usual, to drag my back to the class. That was a regular scene, once in such a struggle I tore her sari. Today she was powered with a maid servant, so I had no other go, other than, biting her hand to run off from them. My parent had enough of my pranks, both in and out of school, hence I was send to a boarding school from my 1st standard.
(Till the end of my schoolings I didn’t got a “Amir Khan” like teacher, so I made my own strategies to rescue me out of situations)
Once, in my earlier days in hostel, with a plan of going home, I acted as if I was suffering from a unbearable stomach ache. In front of my principal, I crumbled down clutching my stomach and cried at my maximum pitch, but she was unmoved on watching it, as if she is stone hearted. Then on, till end of her tenure she made me, to represent my school in any “Mono-acting” competition.
Chandru was my best pal. He was more loyal than a friend, since my grandpa use to call chandru to share the lunch with me, that he brings from home, on every Sunday. On those days, we considered sunday lunch to be a life saver, being forced and bored with our hostel mess food. We even start fasting from Friday eve with sunday lunch in mind. Most of the time Chandra’s parents fails to visit him on Sunday.
Chandru, even though he doesn’t like, use to back me in local gang war, between fans of “Shakthimaan” and “Superman”
Our science teacher is the only person for whom I feared of, because he is the only person who use “Pencil drill between fingers” to punish. Other teachers will just make me to kneel down out of the class (which I loved, because from there I can look at my first crush, subha ka sitting in 4b).
I was always irregular in completing any of the homework or class work,( I prefer eating in our hostel mass than writing) and often got punished. In class, when ever my science teacher check homework, I’ll keep changing my place. When he checks left side row I‘ll move to right side and vice versa, if he comes to the front I’ll go to back and vice versa. He will show as if he is unaware of my moments, and at the end of the class, he’ll make a special call to me, check my homework which use to be incomplete, and ‘ll go on with “Pencil drill between fingers”.
On a particular Sunday eve, chandru took pity on me and offered to complete my science homework. Since the volume work was high and to get my work done with chandru, when he was writing I kept telling ,sardonically, it’ll be impossible for him to finish the work (boosted his ego, to make him writ fast). At a point, he understood my intension and stopped writing. I brought him back to write after a long hours of begging for pardon. To my satisfaction the work was finished.
To give my science teacher a nose cut, I acted in a regular way. At the end of the class, with a usual pride he had on his judgment, he called me and checked my homework. I thought “Ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s done dear science monkey”. He grunted, when he read my thought from my face. When I was about to leave to my desk, a light flashed above his head, his face brightened, and he told “this handwriting is too good to be yours…………….come on little punk, tell me who did it for you” and he took out the pencil……..to be continued
cheers,
deepak p
Send me a reply, attached with ur smile and few commenting words if I entertained u , but if bored you, don’t hesitate to attach kiks and slaps.
No comments:
Post a Comment