The Kela Diaries

The Games Period

The Kela Diaries Part 2: Games Period

It was just 5 minutes to 3:30 pm.The clock ticked and ticked and kept yawning in between,tired of its life just as we were on a saturday afternoon when the lucky few were basking in the sun playing our national game.

No I mean the other national game involving cool hairstyles and lots of media coverage where you need to show middle finger to the crowd or remove your shirt and utter words that usually get beeped on National television.

This was the last day before the 10 day PL(prep leaves) for the annual exam.Exam timetable was already hanging at the green notice board at the entrance.

Chakraborty sir was strollng in the class like Mr Gabbar did in sholay.The difference though is he had big curly hairs and Chakraborty sir had a half moon ,Mr Gabbar had a strap of bullets around his waist and Charborty sir had a spare tyre around his waist..Mr Gabbar usually questioned Mr Sambha and Chakraborty sir questioned us..Mr Gabbar used to shoot anybody without any reason..well Chakraborty sir too wished the same..

We were a class of 23 in total.And like most typical ones ,all the members of opposite sex graced the front 3 rows.On the fourth row Avadhesh was seated along with Amit and Rahul.He was the best bowler in our class and unparalleled champion of mara-piti.

Usually when we did'nt get the bat from the sports room we played mara-piti where everybody is supposed to run and whoever has the ball can hit anybody. however hard he wants with the ball and you are supposed to run and duck to avoid getting hit.

But at the moment he was deeply engrossed  in a what appears to be a intellectual discussion with Rahul on a topic which involves the first 3 rows : )).They were researching the calf muscles it seems because Rahul was pointing down at the 2nd row and both were giggling. 

'Rahul Stand Up!!',Chakraborty sir shouted..

'Yes SSSSirr',He stammered.

'What were you looking at',Sir asked.

'Nothing sir..Actually it was Avadhesh' Avdhesh gave him a stare and he stopped.

'Can you enlighten the class with the summary of the prose we are reading?'..Chakraborty sir asked.

'SSSSure SSSir.."

He looks here and there for some time.Then gets a copy from the neighbour and starts: 

"There was a short heighted man who convinces a mother[who is distrustful of strangers] and her daughter returning from dentist in a rainy street of london to buy his expensive umbrella for a few coins for taxi fare and later they find out after following him that he drinks a peg of whisky from a Bar 'The Red Lion'  with those coins and picks another umbrella on his way out to sell it again.."

"Ashish Stand up"..

rataaaak....[I got a tight one from his bamboo stick]

"Tum apna copy is ladka to dega na to hum tomko murga bana ke principal ke office ke saamne..."

"TrinnnnnnnnnnTrinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnntrinnnnnn"

He was cut short by the bell which meant his class was over.

He gave me one of his frosted looks mumbled some curses and gathered his stuff in his big old fashioned leather bag with clutches and walked out.

I was feeling embarrassed and relieved both at the same time.. Relieved because this was probably the last class of the day as our physics teacher was absent today and embarrassed because all the girls were laughing...