Monday, September 12, 2011

I never wanted to do..part 2

How many times have you been caught under such circumstances? Doing something a moment, and start regretting right away the next moment.

In a class, everybody has something to boast about. Some boast of their dad's money, some for their crooked joks, some about the marks and some about the punishments. Isn't it cool that while whole class was crying after being punished by the class teacher, i stood like a rock never perturbed or hurt. These teachers can't even hurt me even in my dreams. If teacher asks you to get out of the class; some will stand and walk as if going to receive the award and some as if will be shot with a gun. If you are thinking is it about me walking across the class with shame in eyes and heart, there's nothing like it.

My class teacher in fifth grade was impressed with me. And i enjoyed every bit of attention which i got. Just like everyone else, I have some friends good in studies and some good in sports too. Some studying in my class, some seniors, a bunch of juniors. In whole, those were the good times of my school life. We used to talk about bad teachers, bursting into laughter over the silly jokes. Sometimes it was about sharing the moment of sorrows of failing in an exam or celebrating the success of it, we were together in all those times. Life was running smooth enjoying the attention of teachers and company of good friends during lunch-time. One day just before the lecture was going to end, my class teacher came into our class and asked me to accompany her to 8th class. On the previous day only, i got the highest marks in a test taken by that teacher. So while walking down the corridor, I was sure it was going to be something good for me in-store. I saw some familiar faces standing outside the 8th class with arms up into the sky. The seniors with whom i play cricket under those shady trees during recess. I tried to ignore them to lessen their embarrassment of standing outside the class. I kept walking passed them with eyes concentrating on the cemented floor. The teacher leading me turned right into the door of 8th class and without saying a word, I did exactly the same. The queue standing outside were asked to come into the room and here it started the real trauma. The teacher started it with a heavy pat on back and continued, " You should learn from this kid who's attentive in class with all homework done, but you guys will never understand unless you're given a real lesson by this kid. Aseem, Hit everyone of them two tight slaps on their faces." Totally shocked my legs froze there only. Next few moments were challenging and most embarrasing for them who were standing in front of me.

[Some tight slaps for the few unlucky ones and a reason of laughter for the rest of class]

Next few days were little hard. Those seniors were little embarrassed while i was struggling with a fear of revenge. But none was to blame except that strict teacher and we all realized it soon. We were back to routine soon. Same game of cricket was played in recess (lunch-time) everyday. I was happy that those seniors were really stubborn and did learn nothing from those tight slaps. The life was good there-after too.