Tuesday
Economics class room
Sometimes I
have this feeling that I am a total psycho case. And no I am not saying this in
a spur of moment like some people do, for example my dad, who after every
inconclusive fight with my mom says that he is an indeed psycho person. And I
totally agree with him, after all any person who starts a fight with his wife
just because there wasn't enough dahi in dahi-vada has to be a psycho
person. But the thing is that his psychotic behavior is just occasion bound,
unlike mine which seems to be set in
concrete like my self-talks or soliloquies. Now many people say that they also
talk to themselves time and again like 'beta something you have messed up today
and you are total goner' or munni something aj to teri lagegi''sorts. But my
case is totally different and I mean it. My self-talks are not manufactured by some
I-am-so-dead or I-am-so-great situations. My self-talks are PURE. They are not
hindered by such lowly situations, infact they are not situation bound at all.
I can talk to myself anytime anywhere (alone of course) like when I am walking
on a road or when am not able to sleep or when in loo or when am getting
dressed '..You get the picture right''
'GEET'!!!!
"GEEEEEEEET"
Shit do I
hear my name???!!!
'Geet handa
stand up'!
'Yes sir'.
I say standing up. It seems that when i was busy penning down my psycho story
in my journal Mr. Ravindra pahuja, my eco teacher was taking great interest in
my activities.
'Where is
your attention geet???? I have been shouting your name for a while' he roared
again.
'Ummm'' why
sir'? I ask quite naively as rest of the class devolved into a fit of laughter.
Yes sometimes I am just stupid like that. And so now he is looking at me with
this unfathomable expression which might read 'what do I do with you'? Or
'don't you get tired of your idiocy'? Or maybe, 'how would like me paying a
trip to your father'?
' I gather
that as usual you haven't been paying attention in the
class'.which by every mean is fine to me'.but not to your father, so just to
save ourselves the bother of paying a trip to your father I would like you to
pay attention. And obviously I don't have to remind me that your father has
given me a free hand to do whatever it takes to make you study economics and
pass it with some decent marks in your boards, sparing the disgrace which you
have been causing till now', he finished all in one breathe, finally done with
his sermon, proving my third assumption right, that he indeed was planning a
trip to my father's.
I bowed my
head a little in pretence of shame (which is must of if you don't want another
round of lecture concerning your conduct) and nodded my head in positive
conveying that I understood every piece of his sacred truth. He acknowledged my
apology with a curt nod and motioned me to sit.
Feeling euphoric at my escape I was finally sat down. But, giving all
the due credit to my rotten luck, the
next thing he asked for was our homework copies which I had very conveniently left
at home. And so again I was back to my standing position while he shot daggers
at me with an exasperated look. Moreover during all this ordeal , my best friends:
meera and pinky were busy chatting away
with their boyfriends, instead of joining me because, they unlike me had finished their homework and had also accomplished
in bringing it to school, to hand it over to the greedy hands of our teacher,
while I kept standing for three days in a row.
Muttering profanities
at all of them I waited for the period to get over so that I could attend the
one class and teacher I like the most, psychology taught by Mrs. Reema nath.
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Its official
today is the worst day of my entire life '.. actually no, that was when I first
got admission in this school or, wait no, it was when the old principal of this
school has resigned and the current one has joined. So, yea today is officially
the third worst day of my entire life ever. Just when I had thought the day
could not get worse after the encounter with my eco teacher, little trip to the
principal's office, big row with my two best friends regarding their love for
me and for their boyfriends, and the strange discovery of aloo matar in my
lunch box (matar being the culprit whom I hate the most), I get the horrible
news of reema mam resigning
(kill me please oh dear lord). And I don't exactly blame her from resigning
from this good-for-nothing overrated school. However to my extreme disappointment,
the reason she was resigning from this school was not because she was tired of
this school like me, but because she pregnant (husband being the culprit here)
and her husband wanted her to take rest. So, today was her last day in the
school (how I wished same was the case with me *a big sigh*)and from tomorrow a
new teacher was going to take over, which she had assured me I would like(not
to mention with a teasing smile on her round face) , though I don't feel
assured even the least bit. You see, I have these loyalties issues, so once I like
something I or someone I can never give the same love or respect that comes in
its place, which means I am going to hate that teacher. argh!!!!
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PART 2
so this was the first part, now please let me know if you liked it or not....as the writing style is quite different from my other ff
and please do comment.....and hit the like button if you like it...😆
and yea sorry for no maan in this update....but he will be there in the next one i hope...(actually i am not sure myself)
...........maan teacher and geet student..........waiting to know more abt the love psychology
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