LIFE OF FI.....(FIVE) ;)

CHAPTER 2

I dedicate the chapter to priyaraghavan2001 . I couldn't have got this chap out without her help.

It was the last day of school before the winter holidays. The church was well decorated with serial lights, fairy dolls, yule and mistletoe. Christmas, has always been a great affair at school since its inception. The most important part of the celebration is the Christmas feast organised by the canteen owner, Joseph. We are good friends with him and he is the most amazing cook in Shimla, even better than our own mothers. The feast consists of many delicious treats like pizzas, burgers, chaat, jaljeera, you name it. To top it all, a huge array of ice-creams filled the hall with colours. The canteen would looked like a haven of delicacies that day.

I and Zara were standing in front of the canteen. "Today is going to be a 'great' day. What do you say, Kia?" she asked

"Yes, yes it is going to be a good one" I replied in awe.

" Yeah guys " came a chorus, Pragathi, Aradhana, and Yaz joined us.

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"Hey Joseph, how's work? " inquired Zara.

" It's going great. And, I am going to participate in the next 'Chef of Shimla' competition!! " he said excitedly.

" That's yummy news" exclaim Yaz.

"Yeah, it's great to know. All the best Joseph " said Aradhana. "Thank you" said a shy Joseph.

After meeting him, we went to the near by table and got ourselves a couple of bhel puris and pizzas ( weird combination, but great taste!!). Just as we were about to eat the first slice, the bustling canteen came to a silence, all of sudden. And a sudden thud on our table brought us back to reality from the world of uneaten delicacies. And there stood Sister Sherly right in front of us.

Sister Sherly D' Souza is one of the most strict teacher in St. Patrick's and is our English teacher. Though English is considered as an easy subject by almost all 10 graders, she always managed to send shivers down our spines. The way she carries herself is one of the reason. I always had a small fear (may be out of respect) of her.

We managed to bring out a "Praise the Lord, sister" chorus to please her.

"The Lord shall be praised, you five are wanted immediately at the staff room" she said in her usual strict tone. She was wearing her uniform and had a rosary bead and the Bible in her hand.

Zara whispered to me " I think today is going to be eventful too". I glared at her. Prags ( I mean Pragathi) started fumbling with her words. "Er... Mam... I am afraid that.. Um..."

"Oh, stop stuttering Miss Menon,and yes, should I remind you once more that you five" pointing to us "are wanted in the staff-room immediately."

After sister Sherly went off, Yaz bellowed " Oh my God... Oh my God ", just like Janice ( of F. R. I. E. N. D. S fame). All of us went to a shade of pale white. Our thoughts were full of questions and doubts. What had we done now?

We finally made it to the staff room.

When we opened the door, we were invited by our headmistress, sister Margaret, our co-ordinator Mrs. Ruma Kundu and our class teacher. We felt completely out-of-place in the situation. When we entered the room, sister Rita noticed us and greeted us with great importance.

" We were just talking about you people. Come in...  Teachers! The students are here." She added to the teachers there.

Every one looked at us with a grin pasted on their faces (a bit unusual). We were about to say 'Praise the Lord' when sister Margaret started "Yes, yes I know that the Lord will be praised and all will be blessed by Him. (She is a bit religious). " Actually we wanted to tell you five about an important top-secret matter ". She said it with great importance.

Till then my eyes were wandering around the staff room. The staff room is the second most interesting places in the school (after my classroom). The walls are painted pristine white and is covered by a huge bulletin board which had timetables of teachers, circulars, notices, pictures of Christ, to do list and what not. One can spend time easily by only looking at the bulletin board. My eyes wandered still more, looking for that familiar face, and I found it at last near my class teacher, my mother who was grinning at me, ear to ear. She too, is a teacher in our school. Besides her stood Mrs. Veena Soundarajan, Yaz's mom. Yaz is in school since her birth or even before (in her mom's womb, of course) and known about every teacher standing there.

"Miss Jain, Miss Jain, are you there" shook a firm hand which gripped my shoulder. I came back to the consciousness and looked at the owner of the firm hand. It was Mrs Desai, our social teacher, She is my favorite teacher.

"Miss Jain and others, we are here to talk about a new thing in our school. We have decided to organize a radio show for charity ". Said Mrs. Kundu with her thick Bengali accent.

" That's great news Mrs Kundu! How can we five be of any help to the project ", asked a confused Aradhana.

"Why? You five are selected exclusively by the chairman for this particular job. You five would be the organisers for this show" said sister Margaret.

We were standing still, holding each others hands, our eyes gleaming at the good news. We have done a radio show as a part of our English activity in grade 9. Zara created an excellent script and we got top marks in the activity. So each of us had an idea pouring into our minds.

"Who are the audience, Mam" questioned Prags. Just then Sister Sherly came into the staff room and said " Girls, this is not like your activity which you did in grade 9. This is an actual radio show". We tried to open our mouths but she snapped us "Yes girls, this is like the radio show which you hear in F.M. I mean, that you people have to make an radio show on air."

Our jaws were about to hit the ground. We were full of surprise, completely. We looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Will you do it girls? " asked sister Margaret reassuringly. We managed to nod our heads and stood silently.

" Thank you girls, you may go now " said sister Sherly and ushered us out of the staffroom.

Just as she turned away. We took a quick run to the centre of the playground (it is a huge one) and gave a countdown from 3 and shouted an " Oh my God... Ohmygod... "

"What do we do?" Asked Yaz

"What do we do?" Asked Aradhana

"What do we do?" Asked Pragathi

"What do we do?" Asked Zara

"What do we do?" I said

Then we took a deep breath and said in a chorus "Let's rock the world!!"

Author's note

hey all , the second chapter is here , please encourage me with your votes and comments..... And plz don't pass by just reading my story......I would really appreciate that.