Tark Se Mitaayenge Fark

The Plan

Bondita 's P.O.V :

"Lekin hum akele kya karenge?" Asked a confused Neel, the son of the sarpanch who was sitting on the desk of the class with one leg folded.

"Akele aur hum?" I asked him giving him a quizzical look.

"Ye kaisa virodhabhasi bayaan hai?" Frowned Batuk , munching the last bite of his laddoo.

Hey dugga maa!! Who will stop his useless eating habits? I smacked my head seeing the 'not so serious' environment of the class on this 'thats so serious' topic. I looked at Abhijeet, one of the boy from the discriminated trio of our class, who was the only serious guy present there at that moment. He shrugged his shoulders disappointedly depicting his helplessness for the situation.

I have gathered all the Indian mates of my class secretly in one of the empty classrooms for the discussion of the serious issue. All we did is wasted time in arranging the benches here and there , making the irritating screeching sounds of floor. I still wonder how they could be so reluctant to here. I expected this reaction from Neel and his friends since they were always against me. But what about Batuk? He is getting on my nerves day by day.

"Batuuuukkkk!!!" I almost yelled on him, making his laddoo fall on the floor. I gave him the most fury look I could and he gulped.

"Aap san samajhte kyu nahi ho? Baat humare bhavishya ki hai. Aise haath pe haath dhare nahi baith sakte hum." I pleaded.

"Boudi suno na. Thodasa aur vistar se bataiye na."

I took a deep breath and started narrating them the story.

Flashback :

As we were walking through the corridor, a noise stopped me. It was fishy which almost created a cloud of suspense in my mind. The slow whispers and the suspicious tone caught my attention. It seemed as if someone was building a trap for someone which needs to be solved soon or else devastation is sure.

"Tum log chalo main aati hu." I said to them.

The four boys marched ahead and I remained there, standing, waiting for them to vanish. I slowly moved backward , sticking my ears to the wall of the room. I could see some of the teachers of our school, complaining something to Mr. Francis, the respected principal of our school.

"Sir what about those filthy Indian students of our class? I am damn sure they are much better than ours." Said Mr. Wilson, one of the teacher of our school.

"Obviously they are!! And I am afraid. What if they would score more than our students?" Complained another.

"Sir! We need to do something as soon as possible. Exams are heading and if they would top, then its over for us."

"Yes sir. We cant underestimate those. Although they had some fights among themselves, but many of them are brilliant students. The day these Indians would progress, it would be our last day here. We cant deceive our queen."

My eyes widened listening to them. I was proud since they are afraid of us. But at the same time, my heart raced faster, eager to know what would be the next step of theirs.

"Okay!!" Said Mr. Francis, removing his spectacles. He stood up from the chair and started walking to and fro which made me perspire. I took a deep breath and listened to him.

"I got your point teachers. But dont forget! Indians will progress only when they would have complete education. Firstly, these brown dogs dont value it. And those who did are very few. But we will vanish those few too." He smirked.