Khatarnaak Bachha ;)

So we started in K.G… time to grow up but you have to clear exams to move into the next class. As far I can remember, I used to be pretty ok in studies but for some reason I didn’t prepare for the exams and exactly knew what to do when the time would come.

So here I am finding myself writing the exam. I remember that it was basic mathematics and English exam. The papers were given and we were writing the answers in our notebooks. Every one dedicatedly writing out the answers and in between all this we can find your truly searching for something below the desk. Was it the question paper? Was it the answer sheet? Was it the bag or something?? No it was a white and small eraser that I was searching. As and when I would go down the table I always come up with something! Two things to be exact! First one the eraser that fell down and the second! answer of the next question. The more the eraser fell down the more I knew the answer ;)) I guess its all apparent to you now what exactly was happening. I was intentionally throwing the eraser every time to read the answer every time from the book.

I still don’t know how come the teacher didn’t catch me all this while. But I knew then and there that whatever I did at that time wasn’t correct at all. Henceforth didn’t repeat the same ever. I did cheat and copied in the exams but not that openly and with such command mainly due to the repercussions and inner conscious.

So this was another small insight into my little very little childhood memoir. Am sure this would have also been interesting to read and know. Another stupid incident that I fondly remember was something happened when I grew up some more else not to make u ppl think that all the mischievous things I did was not in K.G ;)

I used to be very talkative when I was small not that I don’t talk now but I was really really talkative and a naughty boy at that time. Eating lunch in between the breaks and always speaking something or the other in the class every time. Sometimes my pals specially Vinay and Anshul have also got to share the brunt of punishment along with me though no fault of theirs. Ok back to the topic again. So here I was in the second standard and this madam I don’t remember her name was teaching. Well she was a huge and dangerous teacher which can send shivers down your spine. When ever she used to beat up some one boy it was done, you just had it. But how can any of this stop me the stupid in the story, so got caught as usual not once but umpteen number of times, got punished, went through the scale treatment (for all the innocent ones who don’t know what this is- you take a scale 1 feet long, made up of wood and take it rotate it by an angle of 90 degrees and just hit on the knee cap). Scale broke but my chatting didn’t stopped. So in the end of the day when I reached home to the utter surprise of my mother she finds my white shirt ruined. In the back of the collar something was engraved in blue colored ink: “yeh ladka bohat baat karta hain issey ghar pe hi rakha karon”
Well my mom didn’t beat me or anything but I knew that I have to stop all this talking.

But have u ever seen a dog’s tail getting straighten up? If yes then please do let me know also. In my case also it was a similar sort of tail which would never get straighten. Proof of that showed again some 4 years later- a boy with his chair and all the belongings made to sit in the window of the classroom ;-)

They say naa life is constant well I surely agree with that…..