I did not sneak

The word ‘Sneak’ as in the dictionary is:

“To go or move in a quiet, stealthy way” or

“To behave in a cowardly or servile manner” or even

“A person regarded as stealthy, cowardly, or underhanded.”

But when I was in school, it had a completely different meaning. To sneak is to report to the authorities, be it to the prefects or the staff about a fellow Saikorian. To be called a “sneaker” was the worst possible insult for any Saikorian. But sneakers existed though. And I detested them.

I for myself had never had the urge or the opportunity to sneak, because I was always on the other side to be sneaked upon. So, throughout my Saikorian life I was a non-sneaker.

  

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An Extraordinary Lesson

 A friend had invited me for dinner. He said he would take me to his parental house in a remote village in Bastar District, Chhattisgarh. I was supposed to stay back there that night. We hoped into his Tata Sumo for that wonderful 80 KM journey. The journey itself was very thrilling, into thick jungle with slushy roads, crossing rivers that were flowing almost to their brim. Lakes, waterfalls and what not. Everything was in perfect harmony with nature. We passed by many local people carrying loads of fire wood and happily singing in chorus. Crackle of laughter from the tribal girls. Everything was so exotic that I thought

 “If a man does not keep pace with nature, perhaps, it is because he hears a different drummer, the commercial type.”