Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The voice ..... Part I

Have you ever heard someone speaking from inside you..... persuading you to do crazy things...... to take high risk?? So loud and clear that you couldn't reject the call? I have ........ not once..... not twice...... thrice..... Thrice I have heard someone speaking..... rather yelling from inside -- attack!!! beating him down!!!!

I was in my seventh standard....I had this friend who was my bench-mate....Things were fine till that moment.... It was a short interval before biology period. We had some heated argument....My biology notebook was on the table......He took it and threw it towards me..... I was standing at a hand's distance.....Biology notebook was the most used among all our books......We had a 'Drill Sargent' as our Biology teacher... Discipline...... In everything... If no discipline, you are in trouble........ Everyday there was a QA session in which only the nerds and the lucky escaped from his cane stick..... I belonged to neither group..... most of the days.......So, he threw the notebook towards me.... in rage.... The book was overused.... its binding was already loose..... the throw made it worse.... the binding broke.... in a fraction of a second, I could see the pages of my 'biology' notebook raining...... 'ATTACK!!!!' ..... was the cry from inside...... I was mesmerized by that....within no time I had given him a very nasty slap... he did not expect that...... he did not try to fight back ........but he broke down to tears..... he started crying out loud.... but not loud as all others were involved in their activities...... two three of our friends saw this... but they also was in a dilemma whether to interfere or not...... nobody came to resolve the conflict..... Now here comes trouble!!!!!!!!!! The 'Sargent' is on his way to our class..... I could see him coming from the other side of the quadrangle........We both are going to have a special treat ..... with his cane ..... The negotiator inside me woke up.... I told him, you keep crying and we both get caught.... you will get enough for the torn book.... and me for my slap..... He tried to control his sound and was successful.... but tears did not stop..... he tried hard..... and finally he could control his tears..... but anyone who looked into his eyes could tell that he was crying..... his eyes were red.... 'Sargent' came... he didn't notice anything fishy...... Fortunately we were in the third row..... We have to change seats every Monday.....From front to back....As usual, he started QA session...... As usual, me and my bench mates were on foot for the treatment session..... And it started..... It was his turn to go.... Sargent noted some reddishness in his eyes.... 'You got some problem with your eyes'.... I was shocked..... Will he reveal the secret??....'Yes sir, they are paining. Thats why I couldn't read yesterday'.... I got a second shock..... 'Ok. Go and wash your face and take rest' .... He was spared of his normal dose!!!! Cheating!!!..... My turn.... Were the cane stick a bit heavier than before??...... Or ???... Whatever... But, I did say sorry to him the next day..... I said I did it in rage..... We were friends again..... After that we went on foot again ...so many times..... for the 'cane-test'.....

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Anonymous said...

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