Invulnerable

mind split

 “Good morning students. What were we doing last class?” Professor S asked as she entered the class.

“Um. The Ramayana.  We need to start it.  It is the next in our curriculum…professor.” I said.

“Oh…yeah. The Ramayana was the legend of prince Rama…the seventh avatar of Vishnu…uh…yeah.” She stammered.

“Professor is everything all right?  You seem distressed.” Prachi asked voicing my opinion.  She was disturbed as literature and mythology is really clear and fascinating with her teaching us.

“Nothing is fine Prachi.  Everything is about to revolutionize.  We won’t be able to endure.  No one will survive,” She said in a predictive voice.  Then she realized that the class was staring at her, 

“On no account you should mind.  Read the chapter.  I am a bit busy.” At once the whole class swallowed the fact that there was something wrong at Prinstin.  Way wrong.

Prachi was in Saraswati house.  She was good at knowledge stuff and her IQ was a billion times better than mine.  She was the captain of her house but was only in sixth grade.

The rest of the hour was a blur.  I just stared at the first line of my text book. King Dashrata had three wives: Kaushaliya, Kaikei and Sumitra.  I hardly paid any attention to it.  All I was thinking about was what professor S had said.  What is about to change?  What is going to happen?  Questions like these flooded my mind.  Finally I concluded that some other horrible physical test was fast approaching.  After all, professor S did exaggerate a lot.  Maybe this was nothing.  I sighed heavily and looked around the classroom.  Everyone was staring at professor S wide-eyed.  Finding this I looked at her too.  She was weeping silently.  Okay.  So this was more than nothing.  To my relief the awkward situation came to a close by the bells of paradise (clear hyperbole).  These bells were nothing but the notice for our next class.

The next class, sword fighting, happened to be one of my favorites.  Professor K liked me a lot and I was always his favorite student.  This day we were paired up and were asked to duel without a shield.  We could only give our opponent minor injuries.  I was paired up with a girl from Shiva house whom I did not know.  She was good but due to her weight and small height and bad reflexes, she was no match for me.  When the bell for the next period rang we were all drenched in sweat and fatigued.  I left the sword arena alone; none of my friends were together with me in this class.  Prachi had Archery and Karan had chariot racing. 

I left again for the school building for my least liked class, History of India with my least favorite teacher, professor Q.  He hated me for no reason in particular except that I often used to go to sleep in his class (but that was no reason as everyone else was much the same).   I however managed to pass with flying colors in my last exam.  As I had suspected, History of India was the same boring itself.  I went off to a peaceful seep with no tension as I was exhausted because of my last class.  The bell rang rousing me up after what felt like a jiffy.  Lunch!  Finally!   I was really hungry as I made my way to the main building, a torturous journey.  There in the dining hall I made my way to Ritika and Kritika and sat between them.  As there were house tables, I could not sit with Prachi and Karan.  I had a hearty meal ravenously and then along with my other friends, sulkily made my way to the next class.  

As we were heading for our next classes, for me, medicinal treatment, we heard a megaphone announce that everyone was to report to the forbidden fourth floor (common name-FFF) immediately. 

“Wonder what this is about?” Prachi asked me as we were scurrying through the mob.

“No idea, I guess it is something related to professor S’s weird behavior?”