The Varun - Story 4

It was a nice, average morning school period.  When suddenly, the kinda ‘geek’ of our class, Aadipta went in fits of laughter. Obviously, some of the guys needed to comment. So, they did.

Most of the faces in the class spelt the same question, “What happened?” Aadipta spoke with a weird broken voice, mixed with smirks, grins, smiles and whatnot, “Varun.  Just see Varun. His pants are torn. And even his shirt. Such a big hole. Whoa! Seems like leopard spots.”

By the time, I concluded that the ‘leopard spots’ joke was lame, the whole class was laughing including the teacher.

Finally, the teacher intervened and restored silence in the class with ultra-loud bangs of the duster on somebody’s desk (it was Pritam’s desk and as per his character he still kept laughing). So, this gala period is to be remembered by me, atleast for some days – after all this rocks.   

Oh! Damn it, my nose - Story 3

It was a fine, nice morning. Must be the second period or so. Ma’am had not yet arrived, so as usual, everyone was playing, chatting and doing whatever they liked. I was sitting and chatting with my friends. Suddenly, my concentration shifted to Pritam. He was playing all alone with a ball. I wanted to play so I politely asked him if I could and he agreed without hesitation. Suddenly, after about 5 minutes of play, I don’t know what struck him, he threw a pencil at me. And there it hit me – right on the nose, beside my left eye.

Instantly, the wound started bleeding (anyway, that’s what was expected).

The next part went pretty fast. First of all, my nose looked revolting. Secondly, the expert comments which was being passed around. Although, they weren’t disgusting, they were irritating. Third of all, my nose was paining so much (that’s usual, isn’t it?)

“Pritam’s gone. What punishment will he get?” somebody said.

“Ankit’s day is only bad,” said another.

“What happened to Ankit?”

“Was the pencil sharp or blunt?”

All these comments flooded my ears. But as usual, Pritam’s voice was the loudest in the buzz talk, “I didn’t do it purposely. It was an accident. I did it mistakenly.”

I was rushed to the infirmary with two of my friends by my side. So, I went there and the two nurses treated me commenting that I was so lucky to escape my eye and finally after 10 minutes of bandaging and stuff, I returned to class. By the end of the day, the topic of the buzz talks shifted from my nose to the consequences which Pritam received.

Alas! The Charts - Story 1

The day starts with a bang. I enter the class with a lot of enthusiasm but no sooner my face becomes a scowl (a really big one). I sadly looked at the torn charts. It was the 3rd time we made those charts and somebody happily comes and destroys it all in some minutes. 1 weeks' effort destroyed in minutes. I was completely hopeless. Why does that heck of a person come every time and destroy all our efforts. We are back to square one, what's the use of making it (afterall we can't do it for eternity)?

It was also our class teacher's birthday today. I wondered if she would like the birthday gift presented by some anonymous Mr. Who.

"Happy Birthday, Madhumita Ma'am", we wished but was it a happy moment. Our whole class was in gloom except some faces which expertly hid their gloominess. "Nice present", I thought. I went up to Rounak and asked him about his comments on this incident. But then he was bent on studying our classmates' body language. We had our conversation in installments and after the end of each session he remembered about his mother's book on body language. I went about the desks and as I reached for my place, my face went completely blank - somebody had written on my bag, ' I' m an IDIOT '. Again I was hopeless. I finally headed for the dining hall for breakfast with a completely blank mind.

Walking for a nearly 200m and then climbing 4 flights of stairs I approached my class with extreme exhaustion. Then, the consequences of the theft and attack started to show up. We went through repeated enquiries of various teachers and by the time it was lunch, my throat was sore. And I seemed if I was dead meat. I just hoped that all this stops soon and the damn thief (and vandal, after-all he stole and also destroyed property) is caught. So, I am still waiting for it..............

N.B. Its hopelessness which gives me more hope.