Don’t
be arrogant, don’t be so rude and never judge anyone… Because you never know,
what the person is hiding behind his/her smile.
******
I didn't like the school very
much. Faculties always pushed me beneath their complaints against my notorious behavior.
Each day I had a new prank to make my faculties cry in anger. I never let my Math’s
teacher to complete the lectures and maybe that’s why Samar had a deep
harshness towards me. He used to stare at me with I-will-kill-you-soon eyes and
I used to smile back with an I-know you-hate-me-and-I-love-that expressions.
However, his behavior was
actually disturbing my sleep at nights. How could he hate me without even
knowing me? He couldn’t even pronounce my name correctly. I heard him sometimes
going to the teacher and complaining about me with the wrong pronunciation.
“Mam, Parineeta did this,” “Mam, Parineeta did that,” Huh, he couldn’t even
remember the name of the person he hated.
His complaints never bothered me.
However, his hate full eyes did. I often think how a human being can hate
another human being for no reason. Pre-assumptions always create
misunderstandings and differences. We were already two different poles and now
he used to stare at me as if I was a tuna fish and he was a hungry guy, carving
to kill and eat me completely. It was annoying me drastically.
One fine day, my urge to ask him
the reasons behind his cruel behavior crossed all limits and finally, I asked
him.
It was the happiest thing
happened with me that day. Oh, yes! The faculty was absent. No faculty meant no
boring lecture. A free period meant we could roam around and do whatever we
wish to do. My devil mind was already planning something big.
‘Let’s unlock the blackboard and
when the next teacher will come. BANG! Game over. And Tomorrow she will be the
absent one’ my devil mind planned. I grimaced in approval and waited for the
whole class to disappear, so that I could do my job without leaving any clue
behind.
As per the plan, students started
leaving the class in their respective groups. In no time, the class was
all-vacant. It looked like as if I was in the land of graves.
I made my move towards the
blackboard. I left few benches behind and the very next moment I noticed a
creepy soul out of a grave jotting down some worthless stuff in his notebook.
He was none other than Samar.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I gave
a healthy push to the conversation.
“Don’t you dare to disturb me
again? I am not disturbing you. Do whatever your dirty mind is planning. I
won’t disturb you and you will do the same,” he said in his arrogant voice.
He didn’t even bother to move his
head up. His eyes were glued to the notebook. I ignored him for a while, as I
had some urgent work to do.
My geometry box tools were enough
to do the operations with the board hung on the wall next to the entrance. I
hooked it with a very little support. A healthy touch and it would definitely
kiss the ground.
I knew Samar was noticing me
doing all this and probably, he was amazed to see me doing the heavy task quite
easily. In no time, I packed my geometry box and rushed to my seat. I noticed
him shutting his notebook. For the first time I noticed him without books and
pens. He was a good-looking guy. All he needed to do was looking around to the
girls-cum-bees around, instead of his neatly brown covered notebooks.
“Why you hate me so much?” I
asked as my pink wristwatch told me that there is a plenty of time to kill. He
was the last person present in the class. I had no choice left; Uff! My
talkative behavior. In addition, I had a stomach-paining urge to know the
reason behind his rude behavior towards me.
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t
find you worth talking,” he declared.
“Any proper reason?” I investigated
like a CID inspector.
“No” he replied and opened
another notebook, whereas I remained quite. He finally moved his chin up to
have a look at me. He noticed that strangeness in my silence. He was hoping a
reply, not the silence.
He judged it right. My eyes were
wet. But, I didn’t want to cry in front of that studious moron. Nor he even bothered
to ask why my eyes were wet.
“Why you always try to seek
attention with your pranks?” he asked.
His question was enough to pinch
my heart. The pinch made a hole in my delicate heart and blood of emotions
started flowing. My eyes were finally proclaiming the dew pearls.
“Because my dad never gave me his
time; all he can see is MONEY! MONEY1 MONEY!. Being a human being I want at
least someone to expense some time with me. All I needed to hear are four-five
words a day. ‘How was the day, beta? ‘Had lunch, beta?’ ‘Is everything
alright?’ But no, he never even uttered a single word.
Yes, he gifted me an I-phone but
he didn’t even have my number saved in his mobile. I often call him after the
school. He picks and asks ‘Who’s this?’” I wiped my tears; which were
interrupting my lips to smile. I wiped them off completely.
Bell rang!! I started walking
back to my seat. Students also started to enter the class.
“This is what we call a
Dad-daughter relationship,” I stayed and continued, controlling my sob. “And
you know Mr. Samar you behave like my dad” I completed, giving my legs a
momentum.
Teacher came and gripped the
blackboard to draw a diagram. As per my calculations and usefulness of geometry
box, it fell down hitting his toes. Teacher cried out in pain and whole class
was rolling on floor laughing. I was no more interested in the prank I set,
thanks to my mood swing.
“Who did it?” Teacher questioned
to the most studious student-cum-monitor of the class, Samar.
“He looked at me from the corner
of his eye and said “I don’t know”.
School ended briskly and I felt
like talking to Samar before leaving back to home. I paced myself, hanging my
fastrack bag on my shoulders and start walking beside him.
“Why you saved me?” I asked
without any Hii-Hello.
“I didn’t save you. I saved
myself from the beast in me” he said and disappeared.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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