Prologue:
Well well well... Who do we have here. It's Vinod, with yet another page from his diary of unforgettable memories. Where do you want me to start? I started a Dumb Charades team with two of my friends.. For those of you who don't know what that is - one person has to mime a word that is given to him to the other two and the team has to guess it correctly. So Thanga, Rajesh and me (Dumb Charades Team 'Triacs') always keep an eye on our college notice board because that is where to inter collegiate symposium posters would be pasted. We almost always win cash prizes in dumb c.
The fateful sight:
One day as we walked by the norice board, we saw a poster. It was 'Arupadai Veedu College of Engineering'
They are conducting symposium.. The good news is there was dumb c in it!!!! and also Ad zap as well in which we excel most of the times. Now the college is situated a good 60 Km from the heart of the city so we calculated that there will not be much crowd in the college and we can win easily.
The fateful day:
That morning I woke up at 5. I got ready by 6 and I skipped breakfast so that I could catch the first bus. The following are the details of my 60 KM journey.
1) 6:15 a bus from my home to Simpsons. (1 KM)
2) 6:20 a bus from simpsons to Mylapore (4 KM) [Thanga and Rajesh joined me here]
3) 7:00 a bus from Mylapore to Adyar (9 KM)
4) 7:45 a bus from Adyar to Kelambakkam (30 KM)
5) 9:00 a cab from Kelambakkam to Tiruporur (2 KM)
6) 9:15 a bus from Tiruporur to the College (10 KM)
Phew!! Easier said than done. We reached the college entrance at around 10:00 in the morning. Let me describe the place. There was not even a sign of human life. The sun was baking us. The college building was the only sign that humans ever set foot on that barren land. Now, when we were travelling in the 9:15 bus, we were talking about the symposium and a guy of my age kept staring at us. I came to know why later. We went to the college security and asked him where we have to register for the symposium. The security guy was perplexed. The guy who was staring at us was a student of that college. We asked him where the registrations are going on. He gave a blank stare. He said, "What registration? What symposium?" We said, "Your college symposium". He said, "We postponed it. Did you not see it in our website?".
The eccentric Vinod:
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, I felt a big lightning coming down on my head. My head was reeling. I started....... Laughing out loud!!!!!!!!!!! I had gone mad!!! Rajesh and Thanga were flabbergasted. They kept on asking him and he only confirmed the bad news. This is definitely not my day. But I had no idea of what was in store for me. We walked towards the bus stop.
The second Tragedy!!
When we reached the bus stop. I asked Thanga to buy tickets when the bus comes. He looked at Rajesh and Rajesh looked at me. We had no money!!!!! We emptied our pockets and we managed to collect 27 rupees. That is definitely not enough for three people to travel 60 KMs. We were stranded, our cellphones had no signal in that 'desert'. We finally managed to get signal and we got an information that there was another college (MNM College of Engineering) towards home (so we have to travel backwards) that had a symposium. We decided to go there. We boarded the bus and bought tickets. Each ticket costs 9 rupees. 27 rupees gone.
The consolation:
We reached the college finally. There was no dumb c but we were happy to register there because if you register, lunch will be provided to you free of cost. Wow. Lunch - taken care of. We had lunch. Sat in the college whole day and around 5:00 PM. Then we got into the buses that the college plies to different parts of the city. I got into a different bus because I live far from Rajesh and Thanga. I sat in the bus with the satisfaction that I was going home finally. That was the last I knew.
The third tragedy!!!
I had accidentally slept in the bus. When I woke up I found out that the bus had crossed my house just ten minutes ago. I got down from the bus at The Park Railway Station and decided to walk back home. I am already dead tired by now. I walked through the station to save a few meters of walk. As I was about to exit the station, a man confronted me and asked, "Ticket?". I was doomed. The guy was checking tickets. I said I did not travel by train. He threatened me that he will take me to the police if I dont give money. I was determined. Take a rupee from me if you can. Ha. He detained me for about an hour and left me at around 7:30 in the night.
The fourth tragedy!!!
I was walking along the railway track and suddenly i slipped and fell on to the gravel that was laid there. I had badly bruised my elbows and forehead. I was walking so pathetically. Then I mustered all the strength that was inside me and I walked back home.
Epilogue:
No Symposium. No Dumb C. Just wastage of my own money and mental tension. I swore that I will never attend symposiums in my life but soon enough I found myself participating in another college symposium and we won the first prize for Dumb C only two days later!!!!!! All was well.
Hope you like it.!!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
The worst sports accident happened to me!!!!!!
Hi,
Good to be back after a long time. I shall tell you the story of the wound on my palm that serves as a mark of my valour. Pratheep (My accomplice in almost everything) and I planned to go attend a party that an old school mate is going to give. So Pratheep took his dad's Kinetic Honda (For those of you who don't know, its a scooter) and came to my house. We started towards Pudupet (The place where the 'treat giver' lives) and we saw everyone gathered there at his house. It was good to see old faces after a long time. We planned to go to Central (A bar) to drink. Pratheep wanted to return his bike soon to his dad and we decided to go to his house and then go to the bar by bus.
But suddenly his mind changed and since we were going to stop with beers, he thought it wont take long. So we went to Central by bike and joined our friends at the bar. But alas! No beers there. So we decided to go for Whisky. And we started drinking slowly. I am not a regular drinker of 'hot' drinks so I stopped with two helpings. Everyone else was drinking like hell. Pratheep was already on his high. The time was 6 in the evening. Everyone tried to stop him saying that he has to ride a bike, but he didn't listen. I had full faith in him though. Because he has been driving that thing for five or six years.
Then finally we finished all the bottles. We planned to go to Pudupet to sit and talk for a while.
When we started we thought it would get too late if we go there. So we split away from them and went to a friend's house very near to my house. Pratheep drove well but a bit harsh. When we reached our area, I thought we escaped without injuries. The other friend Dinesh came out of his house and we were talking on the streets. Pratheep said that he needed to go to the beach. Dinesh also had a bike so we started. But Dinesh had to come in his bike without a pillion rider. So we called another friend Balaji and he came in bike with Dinesh. We reached the beach. Pratheep and I went to the water and washed our faces. We came back. Pratheep was feeling fresh. So we decided to go home.
The time now is 8 in the night. We took a short cut to our house and the road was completely empty, the day being sunday, everyone was at home watching TV. So Dinesh sped off. Pratheep also gave his bike the full throttle. There was a slight 'S' curve we had to make. Dinesh slowed down a bit to turn. Pratheep didn't. He tilted the bike as if to turn like race bikes. The road was full of loose sand. "WHOOOOOOOSHHH.... BANGGGGG......THUDDDDDD" The bike skidded off and I remember Pratheep flying off on one side and I was skidding across the road trying to protect my face and stop my skid with my bare left hand on that tar road. It all happened in a fraction of a second. But it looked as if everything was on slow motion... I got up fearing for the worst because there was a car coming right behind us. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Pratheep get up from under the mangled bike. By this time Dinesh and Balaji stopped for us and came for help. Passersby helped us to our feet.
Pratheep was bleeding from his eyebrow and nose. His elbows and knees were skinned. I looked at myself. My left palm was mising a large patch of skin and the flesh was a crimson red. My pants were torn below the knee. Knees were skinned. No major injuries... Dinesh rushed to some pharmacy and got some bandages to wrap the wounds.
Now comes the real terror. We decided to go to a hospital nearby. But who would drive the damaged Honda of Pratheep. I don't know how to ride a bike. And neither does Balaji. But we had to make the decision. Balaji opted to drive the bike and I decided to be his pillion. The bike's front wheel was a bit bent. But he managed to drive it. We made it till the signal. The lights went green. Balaji gave the bike the full throttle and it started vibrating. He would have controlled it if it weren't for me. I shook him hard shouting, "Stop the bike!!!!!". He lost control. "WHOOOOOOOSHHH.... BANGGGGG......THUDDDDDD". We fell on the middle of the road. Balaji had his elbow skinned. But I wasn't shaken this time. The flesh of my left palm just got even more bruised because I tried to oppose the skid with the same hand again.
We tried to lift the bike but both of us were injured. Dinesh stopped his bike and they came for help. Phew... This is definitely not my day. Pratheep rode his bike and we went to the hospital. Pratheep had stitches. I had bandages to my knees and palm. We went home by autorickshaw... My mom felt really bad. I ate and lied down on my bed with the thought that today could very well have been my last day on earth......
The mark on my left palm reminds me of that incident. It will never fade i guess....
Pratheep, Balaji, Dinesh and I always laugh at this incident when we talk about it even today...
Good to be back after a long time. I shall tell you the story of the wound on my palm that serves as a mark of my valour. Pratheep (My accomplice in almost everything) and I planned to go attend a party that an old school mate is going to give. So Pratheep took his dad's Kinetic Honda (For those of you who don't know, its a scooter) and came to my house. We started towards Pudupet (The place where the 'treat giver' lives) and we saw everyone gathered there at his house. It was good to see old faces after a long time. We planned to go to Central (A bar) to drink. Pratheep wanted to return his bike soon to his dad and we decided to go to his house and then go to the bar by bus.
But suddenly his mind changed and since we were going to stop with beers, he thought it wont take long. So we went to Central by bike and joined our friends at the bar. But alas! No beers there. So we decided to go for Whisky. And we started drinking slowly. I am not a regular drinker of 'hot' drinks so I stopped with two helpings. Everyone else was drinking like hell. Pratheep was already on his high. The time was 6 in the evening. Everyone tried to stop him saying that he has to ride a bike, but he didn't listen. I had full faith in him though. Because he has been driving that thing for five or six years.
Then finally we finished all the bottles. We planned to go to Pudupet to sit and talk for a while.
When we started we thought it would get too late if we go there. So we split away from them and went to a friend's house very near to my house. Pratheep drove well but a bit harsh. When we reached our area, I thought we escaped without injuries. The other friend Dinesh came out of his house and we were talking on the streets. Pratheep said that he needed to go to the beach. Dinesh also had a bike so we started. But Dinesh had to come in his bike without a pillion rider. So we called another friend Balaji and he came in bike with Dinesh. We reached the beach. Pratheep and I went to the water and washed our faces. We came back. Pratheep was feeling fresh. So we decided to go home.
The time now is 8 in the night. We took a short cut to our house and the road was completely empty, the day being sunday, everyone was at home watching TV. So Dinesh sped off. Pratheep also gave his bike the full throttle. There was a slight 'S' curve we had to make. Dinesh slowed down a bit to turn. Pratheep didn't. He tilted the bike as if to turn like race bikes. The road was full of loose sand. "WHOOOOOOOSHHH.... BANGGGGG......THUDDDDDD" The bike skidded off and I remember Pratheep flying off on one side and I was skidding across the road trying to protect my face and stop my skid with my bare left hand on that tar road. It all happened in a fraction of a second. But it looked as if everything was on slow motion... I got up fearing for the worst because there was a car coming right behind us. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Pratheep get up from under the mangled bike. By this time Dinesh and Balaji stopped for us and came for help. Passersby helped us to our feet.
Pratheep was bleeding from his eyebrow and nose. His elbows and knees were skinned. I looked at myself. My left palm was mising a large patch of skin and the flesh was a crimson red. My pants were torn below the knee. Knees were skinned. No major injuries... Dinesh rushed to some pharmacy and got some bandages to wrap the wounds.
Now comes the real terror. We decided to go to a hospital nearby. But who would drive the damaged Honda of Pratheep. I don't know how to ride a bike. And neither does Balaji. But we had to make the decision. Balaji opted to drive the bike and I decided to be his pillion. The bike's front wheel was a bit bent. But he managed to drive it. We made it till the signal. The lights went green. Balaji gave the bike the full throttle and it started vibrating. He would have controlled it if it weren't for me. I shook him hard shouting, "Stop the bike!!!!!". He lost control. "WHOOOOOOOSHHH.... BANGGGGG......THUDDDDDD". We fell on the middle of the road. Balaji had his elbow skinned. But I wasn't shaken this time. The flesh of my left palm just got even more bruised because I tried to oppose the skid with the same hand again.
We tried to lift the bike but both of us were injured. Dinesh stopped his bike and they came for help. Phew... This is definitely not my day. Pratheep rode his bike and we went to the hospital. Pratheep had stitches. I had bandages to my knees and palm. We went home by autorickshaw... My mom felt really bad. I ate and lied down on my bed with the thought that today could very well have been my last day on earth......
The mark on my left palm reminds me of that incident. It will never fade i guess....
Pratheep, Balaji, Dinesh and I always laugh at this incident when we talk about it even today...
Saturday, November 24, 2007
My school experience. Part 2 (The slap!!!)
Hi,
Welcome once again to my blog. This time i am going to share another experience in the same school when we were in the ninth standard. There was a teacher called Kumar. He was teaching us maths. He had a very bad habit. If we talk among ourselves when he is taking class, he takes a steel ruler (used to measure lengths actually!!!) and throw it at the person who is talking. One day I was talking to my friend Riaz when he was taking class. Just as Kumar turned around to see who was talking i became quiet and he actually saw Riaz talking to me. He took the steel ruler and without warning, flung it across the classroom towards Riaz. It all happened in a split second. Riaz recieved a small cut in his forehead and a huge dose of scolding. He had decided to take him out the next day with a hitman!!
Let me introduce you to one more character. His name is Shankar. He is from a nearby school and a good friend to all my classmates. He has a huge frame and is a rough boy. Even though he is my friend, i too sometimes fear to go close to him. We meet him daily at the museum entrance just opposite to the school and talk with him before going to class.
That day Riaz was so angry with the teacher that he told Shankar to rough him up a bit. We were telling Shankar what had happened and suddenly I saw the teacher making his way to the school. At the very next second all my friends went into hiding. Kumar saw me standing with Shankar. I was afraid. I walked away quietly without turning back. My friends who were in hiding had seen what happened. Shankar walked up to Kumar and walked right into him!! He bumped him. Kumar asked him, "Don't you have eyes?". 'SSSSSLLLLAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!' Kmar had recieved a thunderous slap from Shankar and did not protest due to the fact that he was no match to this guy. The classes started as usual. Math was the last period. I didn't know what i was going to do.
During break, a small boy came up to me and said, "Kumar wants to meet you."
The thing i feared most had come to life. Riaz told me before going, "He will ask you about Shankar. Tell him you don't know him." But i was sure he was not going to believe it. He saw us talking to each other. I went up to him. He was sitting at his desk with one hand on his cheek as if he was supporting his head on the desk. I could clearly see red fingerprints on his cheek. The conversation is as follows:
Teacher: Vinod, who was that guy you were talking to in the morning?
Me: Who sir, I don't remember.
T: The guy from the nearby school. Him.
M: Oh, that guy. I don't know him sir. He came up to me and asked me who was Kumar. I said he is my math teacher. And yu came along. I showed you to him. He told me that he had news from his girlfriend that you are following her. He came there to teach you a lesson. This is what he told. He threatened me sir. Is there any problem.
T: No, go.
I had made it one more time!!!!!! I escaped!!!! More blogs are yet to come. Keep watching this area!! Thanks a lot for supporting my first blog.!!! I suppose this will also entertain you just as the first one..
Welcome once again to my blog. This time i am going to share another experience in the same school when we were in the ninth standard. There was a teacher called Kumar. He was teaching us maths. He had a very bad habit. If we talk among ourselves when he is taking class, he takes a steel ruler (used to measure lengths actually!!!) and throw it at the person who is talking. One day I was talking to my friend Riaz when he was taking class. Just as Kumar turned around to see who was talking i became quiet and he actually saw Riaz talking to me. He took the steel ruler and without warning, flung it across the classroom towards Riaz. It all happened in a split second. Riaz recieved a small cut in his forehead and a huge dose of scolding. He had decided to take him out the next day with a hitman!!
Let me introduce you to one more character. His name is Shankar. He is from a nearby school and a good friend to all my classmates. He has a huge frame and is a rough boy. Even though he is my friend, i too sometimes fear to go close to him. We meet him daily at the museum entrance just opposite to the school and talk with him before going to class.
That day Riaz was so angry with the teacher that he told Shankar to rough him up a bit. We were telling Shankar what had happened and suddenly I saw the teacher making his way to the school. At the very next second all my friends went into hiding. Kumar saw me standing with Shankar. I was afraid. I walked away quietly without turning back. My friends who were in hiding had seen what happened. Shankar walked up to Kumar and walked right into him!! He bumped him. Kumar asked him, "Don't you have eyes?". 'SSSSSLLLLAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!' Kmar had recieved a thunderous slap from Shankar and did not protest due to the fact that he was no match to this guy. The classes started as usual. Math was the last period. I didn't know what i was going to do.
During break, a small boy came up to me and said, "Kumar wants to meet you."
The thing i feared most had come to life. Riaz told me before going, "He will ask you about Shankar. Tell him you don't know him." But i was sure he was not going to believe it. He saw us talking to each other. I went up to him. He was sitting at his desk with one hand on his cheek as if he was supporting his head on the desk. I could clearly see red fingerprints on his cheek. The conversation is as follows:
Teacher: Vinod, who was that guy you were talking to in the morning?
Me: Who sir, I don't remember.
T: The guy from the nearby school. Him.
M: Oh, that guy. I don't know him sir. He came up to me and asked me who was Kumar. I said he is my math teacher. And yu came along. I showed you to him. He told me that he had news from his girlfriend that you are following her. He came there to teach you a lesson. This is what he told. He threatened me sir. Is there any problem.
T: No, go.
I had made it one more time!!!!!! I escaped!!!! More blogs are yet to come. Keep watching this area!! Thanks a lot for supporting my first blog.!!! I suppose this will also entertain you just as the first one..
Saturday, November 17, 2007
My school experience!!!! edge-of-the-seat matter!!!
Hi,
I am vinod. This is my first blog. Let me tell you about what happened to me in school. My school is a not-so-popular but good school in egmore. It was demolished last year. We were ten boys and six girls in my batch. This happened when i was in the eighth standard. We were (not so) eagerly waiting for the results of the revision exams we wrote a week ago. And there it was!! The bunch of report cards in my principal's hand as we stood in the morning prayer assembly. She had her chin up and was walking up and down the line in which we were standing as if she was measuring each one of us up. Then she cleared her throat and started reading the names of the people in my batch and handed them the report cards with an ugly stare in front of the whole school. All the boys had gone to the dias except me and all have failed. My name was called, i went up to the dias and i got the card. 76%......... I made it. One more boy had cleared the exam with me and all the girls (true to their nature) cleared the exams without any difficulty.. The principal announced : " There will be re-exams for those who have failed, and they have to bring their parents". Every one was shocked!! Bringing your parents to school meant life time humiliation!!. Then the assembly dispersed and we all went to our classes. The re-exam was the hot talk of the day. Little did i know that it was going to get even hotter in the evening. Our 7th hour was physical training, so we ran to the playground and played cricket with the branches from coconut trees. Then we went to class for the 8th hour. One girl shouted "my report card is missing!!!!". So many others exclaimed "miine too!!!!" and i looked into my bag and my card was also not there. Our teacher questioned each and every one of us. We all didn't know where it vanished.
The bell rang and we all left for home. I usually wander around in the school for half an hour before going home. My friend Pratheep would be with me then. Then we saw another friend Sudharshan sitting in the ground with a sad-stricken face. We went up and asked "what happened da, why are you sad?" He looked at us with blood-shot eyes and said " I took the report cards from your bags and i hid them there". He showed us a bench in the ground and he took the cards out. I asked him " why did you do this?". He said, " My dad will kill me if he comes to know that i failed in the exams. I was afraid and i dont know what i am doing. Help me please!". We wanted to help the poor guy so we got the cards from him and sent him home assuring him with an 'I-will-handle-it' look. Now Pratheep and I were the ones that were having the report cards. We could have returned it to the teacher but it didn't strike our minds. We decided to dispose off the cards in the Government museum's abandoned swimming pool which was just opposite to our school. The pool or should i say 'pond' was covered with murky water, weeds, algae and snakes. It was the perfect place. We went to the pond and started tearing up the report cards before disposing them off and we chanted the typical "swaha!! swaha!!" while tossing the bits into the pond. All went well.
The next day re-exams were starting so the failures were asked to come to school earlier than usual to attend extra classes. I was walking toward school at 8:30 and when i reached the school entrance, horror struck me. My head was going in circles. It seemed like i was standing there for ages and wondering what i have to do now. I was about to pass out. I thought to myself, " this is the last day of my school life"
The pieces of report cards we tore and disposed off yesterday were laying strewn all over the road and that too in plain sight of the teachers that would walk by. I wondered what could have happened. I saw a huge pipe that was spitting out dirty water and heard the deafening noise of generators inside the museum. Then i realised, the Government was renovating the pond and was getting rid of the dirty water and our report cards washed up on the road. I started sweating and i walked into the school. One of my classmates saw me and told me "The teacher has found out that you tore the report cards". I wondered " how could these people know this so soon". I shrugged away the thought by saying to myself, " he is just joking". But i found out he was right. None of the teachers i wished that morning wished me back. All i got was stares from them.
I met up with my classmates and asked them what happened. They told that Sudharshan had been caught and he accepted that he stole the report cards, and that he has given away Pratheep and myself in the process. My teacher came up to me and said "We need to talk to your dad". I did not say anything and i walked away. I thought,' How mean people are. I tried to help him and this is what i get in return' .
Then came the holidays and i went to my aunt's place. The others had to attend to special classes in school. I did not take my dad to school nor did i inform him about this melodrama. After vacations i went to school and found out that Sudharshan had been expelled from school and Pratheep was questioned and threatened a lot. My teacher came to me and asked, " where is your dad? If he doesn't come with you tomorrow, dont come to school at all!!!!".
I sat down and wondered what to do. Then i got a wave. I went to my teacher with red eyes. She asked "what???" The following is the conversation between myself and the teacher.
Me: "I need to tell you something."
Teacher: "what is it? it better be worth my time, else you will be sorry"
M: "I did not tear the report cards and dispose them off"
T: "Ha. And you expect me to believe that?"
M: " I can explain everything"
T: "Go ahead"
M: " I was walking home through the museum when i saw Sudharshan at the pond. He was tearing up the report cards. I told him this is wrong and i will complain to the teacher. He said that if i tell the teacher he will also tell the teacher that i was his accomplice in this crime. I was afraid of this and i did not tell yoou. But now that he has been caught he thinks that i am the one that betrayed him so he wanted me to go down with him"
By this time tears were starting to ooze from both my eyes. This is what you call 'real acting'. The teacher looked up at me and said " I am going to leave you out of this just because you have been so obedient all these years, YOU MAY GO"
This is all i needed and i walked out of the office room with freat satisfaction. Pratheep is still my friend to this day and I never heard from Sudharshan since then. All was well.
I am vinod. This is my first blog. Let me tell you about what happened to me in school. My school is a not-so-popular but good school in egmore. It was demolished last year. We were ten boys and six girls in my batch. This happened when i was in the eighth standard. We were (not so) eagerly waiting for the results of the revision exams we wrote a week ago. And there it was!! The bunch of report cards in my principal's hand as we stood in the morning prayer assembly. She had her chin up and was walking up and down the line in which we were standing as if she was measuring each one of us up. Then she cleared her throat and started reading the names of the people in my batch and handed them the report cards with an ugly stare in front of the whole school. All the boys had gone to the dias except me and all have failed. My name was called, i went up to the dias and i got the card. 76%......... I made it. One more boy had cleared the exam with me and all the girls (true to their nature) cleared the exams without any difficulty.. The principal announced : " There will be re-exams for those who have failed, and they have to bring their parents". Every one was shocked!! Bringing your parents to school meant life time humiliation!!. Then the assembly dispersed and we all went to our classes. The re-exam was the hot talk of the day. Little did i know that it was going to get even hotter in the evening. Our 7th hour was physical training, so we ran to the playground and played cricket with the branches from coconut trees. Then we went to class for the 8th hour. One girl shouted "my report card is missing!!!!". So many others exclaimed "miine too!!!!" and i looked into my bag and my card was also not there. Our teacher questioned each and every one of us. We all didn't know where it vanished.
The bell rang and we all left for home. I usually wander around in the school for half an hour before going home. My friend Pratheep would be with me then. Then we saw another friend Sudharshan sitting in the ground with a sad-stricken face. We went up and asked "what happened da, why are you sad?" He looked at us with blood-shot eyes and said " I took the report cards from your bags and i hid them there". He showed us a bench in the ground and he took the cards out. I asked him " why did you do this?". He said, " My dad will kill me if he comes to know that i failed in the exams. I was afraid and i dont know what i am doing. Help me please!". We wanted to help the poor guy so we got the cards from him and sent him home assuring him with an 'I-will-handle-it' look. Now Pratheep and I were the ones that were having the report cards. We could have returned it to the teacher but it didn't strike our minds. We decided to dispose off the cards in the Government museum's abandoned swimming pool which was just opposite to our school. The pool or should i say 'pond' was covered with murky water, weeds, algae and snakes. It was the perfect place. We went to the pond and started tearing up the report cards before disposing them off and we chanted the typical "swaha!! swaha!!" while tossing the bits into the pond. All went well.
The next day re-exams were starting so the failures were asked to come to school earlier than usual to attend extra classes. I was walking toward school at 8:30 and when i reached the school entrance, horror struck me. My head was going in circles. It seemed like i was standing there for ages and wondering what i have to do now. I was about to pass out. I thought to myself, " this is the last day of my school life"
The pieces of report cards we tore and disposed off yesterday were laying strewn all over the road and that too in plain sight of the teachers that would walk by. I wondered what could have happened. I saw a huge pipe that was spitting out dirty water and heard the deafening noise of generators inside the museum. Then i realised, the Government was renovating the pond and was getting rid of the dirty water and our report cards washed up on the road. I started sweating and i walked into the school. One of my classmates saw me and told me "The teacher has found out that you tore the report cards". I wondered " how could these people know this so soon". I shrugged away the thought by saying to myself, " he is just joking". But i found out he was right. None of the teachers i wished that morning wished me back. All i got was stares from them.
I met up with my classmates and asked them what happened. They told that Sudharshan had been caught and he accepted that he stole the report cards, and that he has given away Pratheep and myself in the process. My teacher came up to me and said "We need to talk to your dad". I did not say anything and i walked away. I thought,' How mean people are. I tried to help him and this is what i get in return' .
Then came the holidays and i went to my aunt's place. The others had to attend to special classes in school. I did not take my dad to school nor did i inform him about this melodrama. After vacations i went to school and found out that Sudharshan had been expelled from school and Pratheep was questioned and threatened a lot. My teacher came to me and asked, " where is your dad? If he doesn't come with you tomorrow, dont come to school at all!!!!".
I sat down and wondered what to do. Then i got a wave. I went to my teacher with red eyes. She asked "what???" The following is the conversation between myself and the teacher.
Me: "I need to tell you something."
Teacher: "what is it? it better be worth my time, else you will be sorry"
M: "I did not tear the report cards and dispose them off"
T: "Ha. And you expect me to believe that?"
M: " I can explain everything"
T: "Go ahead"
M: " I was walking home through the museum when i saw Sudharshan at the pond. He was tearing up the report cards. I told him this is wrong and i will complain to the teacher. He said that if i tell the teacher he will also tell the teacher that i was his accomplice in this crime. I was afraid of this and i did not tell yoou. But now that he has been caught he thinks that i am the one that betrayed him so he wanted me to go down with him"
By this time tears were starting to ooze from both my eyes. This is what you call 'real acting'. The teacher looked up at me and said " I am going to leave you out of this just because you have been so obedient all these years, YOU MAY GO"
This is all i needed and i walked out of the office room with freat satisfaction. Pratheep is still my friend to this day and I never heard from Sudharshan since then. All was well.
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