Excerpts from bygone times.......I remember....and love to.....1.1
“I always knew I will be given responsibilities again and again, doesn’t matter how boring it might be, doesn’t matter if I will be interested even or not, they just will be pinned on me. And I will always try to match their expectations. The expectations will keep going high, no matter how I perform. I will go on working selflessly, like a donkey after the carrot attached to his own hood, right in front of him.” I knew I will be a good employee someday. Because that’s what a good employee is; I have finally learnt.
Let’s go ahead with the life after joining my new ‘Upgraded’, ’Reputed’ school. I had hopes here. Hope to do better. Hope to learn better. Hope to make better contacts. Better communication skills. To my perception, anything simple in a big school is a “major thing” in a small school. And I was a small school lad. Uneducated to customs. Unexposed to style.
I had NO HOPE I was going to have a school time crush there. And that part of my life then started getting interesting.
It still is, and now I have one reason to cherish. I remember the day second-by-second.
It was the day I saw her. And things changed. Back to story. So what is a class monitor in class 11th supposed to do? Nobody takes him seriously. Not even his class teacher. Not even his friends. Not even him.
Let me tell you. A class monitor is supposed to get black board writing chalks from Staff Room when the box goes empty. He is supposed to call a teacher when there is a free class. He is expected to get classes free for “sports” period. He is expected to open the classroom locker and close it after classes, so he is expected to reach school first and leave last. In a nutshell, EXPECTIONS.
So I was the new class monitor of my new class XI ‘E’ and as am supposed to; I knew nobody. I just knew my first cousin in another section ’F’ who was remotely aware of my existence. So I had a list of things to do. I had to make new friends. I had to find new Tuition teachers. I had to learn how to justify that “maths-ED” is better than “maths-comps” combo. I had to learn how to convince my ex classmates on phone, that how DPS Ranchi was way better than any other school in Ranchi. Or maybe planet Earth. I had to learn that there is something actually called style. I must modernize. And it actually matters. Ya, one more thing. I must learn to talk to the opposite sex. Most important task. If possible, even befriend one or two. Come on, that’s what a DPS dude is supposed to do. That’s his KRA. He can talk smoothly to any chick he pleases to. After all, he is a DPS dude!!(that’s a strong perception from a small school guy, please ignore that.) I had to learn how to evolve into a extrovert, from a small school Introvert. In a nutshell, MY EXPECTATIONS.
Back to story again. Morning 7:35. 25 minutes after classes commence. Class teacher, Mr. Sunil Ghosh, the Bong, has just entered the class, and by his outlandish looks, you can make out he hasn’t brought chalks. So he presses a switch imperceptibly, and a zombie rises from his desk, and rushes towards the staff room, emotionlessly. Actually, he was thinking about the bare number of less-than-average (that’s putting it mildly, read UGLY) looking girls in the class. Not even a single matchstick worth a strike. He was planning how he would be spending the rest of two years in high school with these bookworm-looking creeps, hanging around everywhere habitable in campus.
In class XI, you can broadly divide boys into three groups.
Group 2 are boys who have topped their respected institutions and with honour, took admission here. Maths science cut-off marks more than 92 percent. Their dream in life is to top again in class XII. They are born to give mid semester and final exams. And more. And more. So they start studying a month before classes have started. Day 1 in school they identify similar humans, and after half an hour they are busy discussing organic chemistry and trigonometry. “No other issue in life is more important than hydrocarbons” – is their mantra in life.
Now, you scored sharp 92 in Maths Science. Just managed to grab a seat and sit with them in class. You are a small school guy. And you didn’t even top there. How can they befriend you? They hate you because you too are here; sitting with them. With all due respect Piyush, You are just an AVERAGEr , so keep yourself away. You are more like a sucker. And that’s potentially dangerous again. So keep yourself, away from us, Monitor.
Group 3 boys are actually humans. Commoners. Genuine homo sapien. They think like me. Their wish-list matches mine. They are rare to find. But, yes; I am sure, they exist. I just needed some time to find them out.
For girls, similar rules or whatever applies. I will broadly classify them into HOT (without intelligence) or UGLY(only intelligence).My class had the latter group. All of them.
So, back to story again.
Sushmita, unaware of this mishap, say unaware of shahrukh’s existence, mumbles “May I come in Sir?”