School time - by vishal Saxena
December came slightly. It just languished and teetered before digging in at exam time. The exams didnt bother me, because I didnt have any, yuck, yuck. I sneezed a few times when I had a cold. I sneezed at other times as well, when certain chemicals irritated my nose. Do you see where I am going with this? No? Well, that makes two of us. However, now I know where I am going, so bear with me.
The year is 19.. something. I am in grade 5. I dont remember the specifics but I found myself standing in the principals office. The conclusion of the whole episode came with the following words tumbling out of the principals mouth: "carry on". I found myself thinking nothing. I mean, what do you say at such ambiguity? I just stood there and then sort of wished I hadnt been there. "Um, okay, cool. Are you trying to be funny?" I didnt say, but felt a strong urge to say. I said nothing. Next, I found myself outside the office. Good grief, that was the most ambiguous conversation I had had (in your life, not mine) so far.
I bumped into my friend in the hall, who by the way shall remain nameless (the friend, not the hall. The hall in fact did have a name. It was called the chamcha hall, no kidding). Outside, snow wasnt falling, even though it was December. "What did he say?" asked my friend.
"Hmm what does that mean?".
"I am still in contemplation on that. Things like that make you think about life and all that is ugly about it." "Did you know," I said, "that I noticed a drop of a watery fluid sitting on the tip of the principals nose?"
"Hmm, what did you do about it?"
"The watery thing, what else."
"Well, I took a fly swatter, and swatted it like a fly. What kind of a dumb question is that? What do you think I should have done with the drop of watery fluid protruding from the principals nose? And whats with the constant hmms? Are you some kind of a humming bird?"
This statement conjured up in my mind the image of my friend, who by the way has a generous belly in the front and back parts of his bodywhere was I? Oh yeah, I was conjuring up an image. I found myself contemplating my friend as a humming bird, the wings almost gasping from the belly load.
In class the next day, half the class was dozing. The instructor's mouth opened and closed intermittently with various twirping sounds escaping it. There was a knock at the door. The instructor must have seen the episode that was to occur in his crystal ball, because he ignored the knock. The student walked in. The instructor not only didn't turn, but continued to twitter.
"ahem" said the student.
This was going to be fun, I thought.
"ahem" said the student again. This time knocking on the desk behind the instructor at the same time.
"Get out of my class," yelled the instructor, giving the student a good excuse not to hear the lecture, and breaking the other students' mid-noon siesta.
Notice that the student didn't say a word. Now that is respect, don't you think?