It’s N.Velmurugan of 5th Std B section who turned to be my savior one day. A leaf in my life history.
This happened a day in my grammar class, where I missed to complete my homework in week ends. Miserable Monday has come. Before the start of the session, the karate master had given a call for students, who were incomplete in their work.
Got Confused??
The karate master was our principal, who handled the English class, and he is popular for his violence.
The victims are sentenced for kneeling down in centre of the campus. But I didn’t go with them and sat in the class. I never wanted to give a flash news to my parents through my satellite sister, who studied in the same school. I also had a thought that my master won’t check home works as usual.
For my tragedy, he started discussing about the answers for the Questions. He asked everyone to answer one. Velmurugan who sat near me can’t help in this situation, so seriously concentrated on his notes. But I don’t want to unveil to my master that time, as he will turn furious. Questions rolled to the third bench.
I bit my nails in 4th bench.
In this pathetic situation, a voice excused the session. Deadly I turned back. God came with vegetable briyani;
Yes it is Velu’s father who carried a Tiffin box for him, as he dint take lunch that day for expressing his anger. My Princi permitted Velu for his lunch. So I played a forgery with his note.
Finally the ball came to my court. Its 11th question for me. I started reading the answer with his note. I stumbled at a point, as velu has shown his anger in his note book too. This time I can’t understand what he has written.
Master plucked velu’s notebook. I was dead.
I had a thought of running out of the class, But I Paused for a while for his reaction.
Starring at the notebook, he just read the complete answer of it. He also commented me that “U urself cant read yours? Shame on you!!!”
I Honestly accepted the comment and said that he can find improvements in future assignments.
The day after I made a decision to avoid this circumstance..
S am habituated for Kneeling down.
The End..
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4 comments:
cool blog da... i can feel the scenes by the way you have expressed...good start mate... also you could have added some smileys here and there... nice reading it.. keep rocking..
With Smiles,
Asruf :-)
whenever you came up with those vivid comedy scenes from the present to the past...I have been wondering as to how a person can remember and recollect these with such ease.But, having read one of the pages from your pleasnt past..it clearly justifies your skill in remembering and cherishing those fond memeories even now as they were then ...great start man..welcome to the world of blogs...
Cool, you know what? you can be a good story writer. I can visualize the seen that you described and the ultimate words were satallite sister, karathae principal - wow, what a combination.
I liked the ending too which was the begining of your kneeldown era.
wooooo..... Cooollll... The most difficult of all writings is to write in a way which would make the readers laugh.... You have done it. It is really good.. Y don't you come up with much more of this sort!! Keep us posted!!
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