It was a cold winter morning. I
was awakened by a jingling mobile phone beside my bed. The tune says “Hey Abba,
Hey Abba” and it is continuing to ring when my neighbour puts it off and goes
back to sleep. I too activated an alarm at 5.30 A.M on my mobile, but his time
was a minute faster, so I too went back to sleep not to loose that minute. Then
my phone alarm went off. It was very loud and it can be heard upto 50 feet. The
Tune for the Alarm is “Get up, Get up it is time for P.T.”
I can see many of my friends
groaning and one of them shouted “Stop that bloody thing”. But I am neatly
tucked in my bed sheet and trying to take that extra wink. Someone walked up
and put my alarm off. Thank you. I pulled myself up and dialed speed dial 1 to
my buddy from 8th class. “Where is my tea” I shouted.
A plastic mug full of piping hot
tea is presented and I start to sip. My lap top is still on, downloading some
movie. I open it and see that I have 5 messages pending. But before I read any
of them, today I am not in a mood to go for PT, so I send an email to our house
master and I did not forget to attach an old photo of mine in bandages. I was
sure, he would be convinced.
Now I have a little more time and
so I started to open my mails.
The first is from my Physics teacher,
it was a reminder that I have to submit his home work on ‘Elementary concepts of
differentiation and integration for describing motion.’ O.K that is fine I just
have to search the net and cut-paste some articles.
The second mail was about a “Nancy”, who it said lives
very near to me and wants to make friends to me. Oh no! My past experiences of
how my computer crashed when I clicked such links came as a flash. So I kept away.
The third mail is from our Subedar Ranjit Singh. It said
that I have to be present at 3.P.M for extra parade. Dressed in NCC attire. And
I have to report at the NCC office 15 minutes in advance to collect the .303
rifles and haver-sacks filled with bricks.
Oh shit, but what did I do for this punishment? This is
gross injustice. Someone (read house master) is trying to take revenge on me.
This cannot be tolerated. So, I immediately go to ‘Pettition.com’ and lodge a
complaint. I even send a CC to the Principal, Headmaster and I did not forget
to send one to my Dad also.
Just then my message pending icon starts flashing. I open
it and it is from my House master, who rejects my claim for bunking P.T and he
added that he observed me last night jumping over the fence and so I must be in
good health. He even added that this is my 16th time I am trying to
escape P.T without any convincing reason and threatened to put my mail in
‘spam’ and so that he need not read it at all in the future.
Oh No, this is not my day I thought. My message icon is
flashing again. I have 3 pending messages.
The first is from the Principal, which said that my
petition will be looked into soon. Thank you Princi, I love you.
The second is from my Dad. He almost shouted “Shut up and
obey the school orders”
Wah! Dad is this the way to support a saikorian son? Next
time I will not tell you how difficult it is to attend PT. You must be sipping
hot coffee at home. Cool.
The third mail is from my House master. It said that my
petition was routed through proper channel to him to investigate and report. He
mentioned that it was he who put me for extra-parade. It was because I had
accessed IP no 102……. At 11.34 PM last night and that IP address is of a site
about “Hot pxxxxxx”.
And that is not all, he replied to all including my Dad.
Oh No, Oh No this School stinks. What will my Dad think
of me?
With drooping shoulders I wear my Adidas Green shorts of
Gupta house and Nike shoes and drag myself to the Air conditioned Gym for P.T.
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