Class 11th

Class 11th

Yesterday, I was sitting, and doing my assignments, and believe me, no one loves doing that. I remember a joke here. A few years ago a group of terrorist collected all the teachers across the world. They asked the students to pay a big ransom for the release of their teachers else the teachers would all be burnt alive. After a day the terrorists received 1000 Ltrs of petrol. Of course, this did not come as a surprise to realise that the wrong set of people were kidnapped.

Recalling my days when I studied in standard 11th it gives a sense of notoriety as I believed that though God blessed me with the cute and innocent face, I was a bit mischievous at heart. At that time Sister Sheela, and if she was using Instagram in her day's the lady Mogambo, was nothing but a perfect name for her. And then there was a teacher called Mr Shankar who used maths and physics in the next class and flirting seems to be a cup of tea to him. 

Once someone told me that he took a half day leave from school and I mocked by cooking up a story that his mother had died. Within no time, the story was in the air. But there was a stupid guy called Dev in our class, even Oxford Indian Dictionary used him as an example for dumb those days. This statement is enough for you to understand his reputations in those days. 

Apparently, most of the people believed the story. Few of them didn't, those few who were my best friends. A simple statement for them ''jo Kabhi Kabhi  hume, humse bhi jada jan lete hai''. Of course, this was a piece of bad news for them, but the happiness that the next day would be a holiday surely overwhelmed their sadness. But things were not so perfect those days. ''Humari class me GADHA Chadda jo padta tha.''

As we were done with our college. He went straight to our Sister and asked her the residential address of Shankar Sir. Not just this, he was crying bathetically, Jase unhi ké god me khel kar bada hua ho''. When Sister enquired about the reason for his crying, he told her the same words, 'Shankar Sir ki maa mar gai!'. Now Sister was in a shock. She asked him the source of this information.

As soon he replied 'Deepak'. Sister was on fire. You guys must have seen Ghost Rider. Looking at the situation it's an exact metaphor for her because she knew me well, the whole plot was very clear to her. She asked him to leave. 

The very next day I was all happy in my jolly mood sitting on the last bench with my friends. Not knowing Sister is waiting for me with kerosene and a matchbox. Later she took me to an empty class(We were used to that). And then she started asking me what I did the previous day and eventually ended up screaming at me. During that whole time, I was just thinking about Chadda. Though I wasn't that astonished hearing that, now I was waiting to see him.

Later on when I told my friends about the incident. This incident ended up, and we all were giggling about the incident.

This taught me that one should know a person well before you speak to him. Maybe because not everyone can compile your information easily.