Friday, June 13, 2014


It was morning at 6:45 when I left for school on my gleaming green bicycle. Its both the rims where sparsely rusted but the rest of the rim beamed on sunny days.
                'Cheen!!.....'Cheen!!'...,is how the chain of a bicycle retort when you paddle, a day after rainfall. And if it is winters, its fog everywhere on your way. I could hardly see anything at a 5 feet distance, but once I was ready after taking bath in the morning and eating breakfast, I enjoyed my ride to school.
                Every automobile had its headlights on. I could see cars with their blinkers flashing and scooterists continually honking, but for me, my bicycle chains were doing their job right.

                My right hand in my right pants pocket, I was riding with my left hand. I had to switch hands at least 10 times before ending my 20 min ride to school, It is damn cold in December.
                The entrance of my school was flanked by two massive giant red gates. These looked very friendly in the morning but stayed equally hostile till noon. As soon as the students reached school, they parked their cycles anywhere in the half rim of the circular playground, quarter of which was dedicated for the school assembly, enough for a thousand students to stand together.

                Everyone had just one thing in their minds - will we get any surprise holiday today? Did any important person of our country die yesterday?. We were lucky just a couple of times in a year, at times we pumped our fists on half days as well.
                Our school bell was pretty unconventional to the modern times. It was a huge circular metal disc hanging from a ceiling, hit hard several times by a mallet to produce a continuous bell. The first bell of the day comprised of 100 bangs. I counted these bangs heedlessly everyday.

                Every class made a single straight line, right in front of their class teachers, and faced the podium. In no time would a student of any class climbed the podium and usher his classmates to the rest of the event each day. It always started by seeking the blessings of the God, as it is understood to purify our souls to start a new day and bless us for a better good to come.
                Today was a different day from other days. Bell rung 115 times, while seeking our blessings, the mic went off. We could hardly hear what was being recited but we kept our heads low and pretended to be listening. Our Principal was present in the assembly, tall man, thick white hair neatly pulled behind his right ear, velvet cheeks, bespectacled, held one palm of his by another just under his hardly grown belly, standing behind the podium facing us. He seemed snobbish as he always looked square even if anyone talked to him standing by his side.

                A thin-frail-short guy rose up to the podium, a little hunched maybe due to his heavy and thick bullet-proof spectacles with a couple of white sheets in his hand. The mic was re-adjusted; it was 8'oclock now and the fog somehow completely vanished in the thin beams of sunrays. He started with his speech on Space Elevators. Honestly this guy cajoled my concentration to his topic in no time especially with his confident gestures and booming voice.
                Right then our principle loosened the palms and left his arms hanging freely from the shoulders. Then lifted his weight completely on the thumbs of his feet, but couldn’t see what he was trying to, then elongated his neck and maybe this time he got it. He went back to his feet completely, steadily went towards the center of the edge of the podium and climbed the stairs very actively. Stopped the thin guy and pushed him aside, unhooked the mic from the stand and said -

"You please, please come on the stage", pointing his finger on me.
Being the tallest guy in class, I was always the trail end. Still I looked back thinking it could be someone else, then hurriedly looked towards the principal and asked -

"Me??", placing my left palm on the chest, lost all the beats. My heart drowned somewhere in my stomach.
"Not you, the one on your front...come on hurry, get here quick", he roared.

Raul, was his name, stepped out of the line and went instantly towards the podium, took a big leap and there he was standing next to the thin guy.
"Can you tell everyone the topic on which Rohan is speaking for the last 5min?", now the mic was on Raul's face and he was numb.

I cried on my luck for it was not me who was called on the stage. Firstly I knew the answer and secondly I have never spoken on a microphone.
"Thapppp!!Thapppp!!...Thappp!!!", was the sound we heard without a microphone anywhere near Raul's face.

Everyone was silent, even the birds. The Principal took a step away from the red-cheeked Raul and spoke -
"You people stand here under the sun, and this guy speaks on Space Elevators. It’s a time that is being consumed. Learn to value the time", he took a step towards Raul, who was now sobbing, then said -

"Absent minded people like Raul, are the half-listeners. I don’t want any half listeners in my school", he hooked the mic back in the stand, adjusted it for Rohan and went back.
Raul jumped off the podium, walking back to his lane wiping his tears, hiding his face, a little worried about his hair and the whole school saw him till he was done with his histrionics.

Space Elevators was done, thin guy walked back to his place and now our PHE teacher stepped up, came to the mic and said -
"Your principal sir will briefly share his experience about his visit to the Calcutta University, where our school won the First Prize for being the top scorer in the Literary Fest competition, held last week", he said facing the Principal in the last couple of words.

Our principal, now with a broad chest, jogged towards the stairs to podium, climbed up and stood in front of the mic, smiling.
He was welcomed with a big applause to show respect and to applaud this mammoth victory.

Applause dosed off in a minute, everyone all-eared to the principal. Both in each other’s line of sight. Everyone knew it was our principal's turn to speak. But our principal was still smiling.
Smiling...
Smiling...

Now worried, serious and completely numb.  Looking into our faces and we into his. Now first time twisting his neck to his right, took a step towards the PHE teacher and asked -

"Why was I called up here for?” this time the mic was on.

Cheers!!









Dedicated to Anna and Khaddi!! :)