Fauji papa

30 : PTM

"Chalo ansh ke teachers se milne jathe hai" kalyan says casually and ansh's heart drops.

"Papa iski kya zarurat hai! Ghar jaathe na ab. Noor wait kar rahi hogi...." Ansh says meekly and kalyaj gives him a suspicious gaze.

"Nahi! Tumhari maa mujhe maar dalegi. Chalo jaldi milke aathe hai!" Kalyan says sternly and drags him towards his teachers.

"Ooh! Aap ansh ke papa hai? Me ansh ko i think 5 years se pada rahi hu. Hamesha madhavi hi aathi he isliye mujhe aap patha nahi." Ansh's english teacher says smiling. She was the sweetest person ever and was the only teacher that ansh actually liked.

"Haa madhavi bhi PTM me hai, tho mujhe aana pad gaya!" Kalyan replies while smiling.

"Well achi baat hai! Fathers bhi involve honi chahiye bacho ke school mamlo me. A lot of fathers i know don't even know ki unke bache kis standard me hai." She says while laughing but kalyan gives an awkward smile because even he was confused if ansh was in 6th or 7th class.

"Well, zyada kuch nahi bolni he mujhe, you know how he is! Shararthi bacha, hamesha se hi! I have come to terms that he will never change so me shikayat nahi karungi! But he should definitely start paying more attention to his studies."

"Sure sure i will make sure of that, Thank you!" Kalyan says and they move to the next teacher.

"Oh hello Mr. Kalyan! How is your grandfather now?" Ansh's maths teacher asks and ansh closes his eyes. Kalyan looks at her confused.

"My grand father?"

"Haa wohi jo bimaar hai?" She says and kalyan glares at ansh.

"Ji ab theek hai!" Kalyan says while gritting his teeth.

"I know mujhe apke personal things me involve nahi honi chahiye but i think aap bacho ko ye sab se affect na hone ki koshish karni chahiye! They are just kids, unko apki grand father ki beemari ki wajah se unki seva karne ki zarurat nahi he! And ansh has skipped his important test that day due to this!" Ansh is going into the ground with every word the teacher is uttering.

"Yeah i'm sorry, i'll make sure ye repeat nahi hoga!" Kalyan says while sighing and they come out of the room. Kalyan was glaring at ansh and ansh was avoiding his gaze.

"Kuch bataoge mujhe bhi ki tune mere 10 saal pehle mare hue dadaji ke seva kab kiye??" Kalyan asks while glaring at ansh.

"Wo... wo mene pada nahi tha, aur marks kam aaye tho mamma maar dalti mujhe! Isliye class bunk karliya!" Ansh says with his voice barely audible and kalyan could sense his BP rising.

"Agar pada nahi tha tho bunk karoge? Itna jhoot bologe? Utna dar lagta hai mumma se tho pad letha!! Ya exam ke baad mere paas aatha! Mene kitne baar bachaya tumhe mamma se ye marks ke issue se??" Kalyan says while angrily whispering as they were inside the school and he doesn't want ansh to get embarrassed.

"Sorry papa...." Ansh says and ishaan rubs his back.

"Ghar jake batata hu tujhe!" Kalyan says and leaves the spot, the boys follow him.

Next in line was ansh's social teacher. She was the same for both ishaan and ansh. They hate her from the bottom of their heart.

"Yaar ye budhi mere ek baar book bhoolne keliye papa se itna keh diya! Tere kaand ko kya hi exaggerate karegi??" Ishaan asks ansh concerned.

"Exaggerate karne ki zarurat nahi hai, mene khud kiya mujhe marane wale kaam...." Ansh says and ishaan sighs at him. He pats ansh's back to give him reassurance.