Another day at school. Its overcast outside and dark inside and we are waiting for the first period to begin, not very patiently though. Many are talking, a few are reading and 'i don't know how many', are looking at girls. The minute hand is drifting slowly towards striking 12 but there is still no clue of the class teacher coming. The talking grows louder and transforms into noise, the reading becomes difficuilt for those nerds and the others aren't bored of looking at girls. Meanwhile another few start playing book cricket. its 2. 6 now. another 6. oh shit, out. fine, i have one more batsman left...
The teacher enters hurriedly and puts her black bag and two pieces of chalk on the table. She wishes everyone a good afternoon. And as is the tradition, everyone stands up and begins the chorus 'good after nooooon maaaaa'aaam'.
The class begins, setting the stage for its students to think and understand the world. A few open their books, a few are reluctant and another few haven't brought their text books to class; and incidentally the teacher announces, calmly, only on that day "whoever hasn't brought his text may leave the class immediately".
None stands up. The madam, sometimes very innocent, opens her text and asks the most beautiful in the class to start reading from page 147. All eyes on the reader.
Presently, a few in the back benches open their lunch boxes and silently start emptying it. But suddenly, a spoon falls down somewhere. A few, who know what is happening, look back and giggle. Others continue to stare at the girl.
History fails to make an impact, yet again.
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yaav class dhu maga.. chennagidhe.. 12 andhre it must b VVS alva ;)??
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