LoV-01

I think I know the reason. Or may be I do not know completely. The frivolity of the teenage years and their memory don't fail to impart a strong sense of nostalgia to the peaceful soul.

We were a group of 5 people at MES Kishora Kendra Junior College, four from the same school and one more from somewhere else. 4 of us had more than 90% marks in the tenth standard and the other had just below that, to boast. So we were considered to be good boys by parents having younger children.
(Though the fact goes that one of us, nicknamed SV, had got all the question papers of the 10th std exam. This SV, instead of preparing for the questions in the paper, had carried to the exam hall answers written on chits for the simple reason that he was too bored to study!)

Also, there were beautiful teachers teaching Biology. Many had crushes on a few of them. If you are thinking that I am a rogue to think like this about 'Gurus', just hold on. This was what was happening. This is the truth. There was this guy called Madhu who was highly respected amongst us since he was preparing for JEE and he seemed like the only candidate who could clear it in one go. Even he, secretely, had remarked that 'Anandi' was too hot!

So barring a few hypocrites, there was this natural inclination or tendency to attend/prefer a few classes only. At other times, they would just be "loafing around the college", if I were to quote an English teacher nicknamed 'pa'. Yeah, just 'pa'.

The story behind this nickname is also worth recounting. This English teacher of ours was reading out a lesson on Robin Hood, one day, when suddenly the doors of the class flung open because of the wind. She was furious. For some reason everyone was delighted at this interruption. "You think Robin Hood came here through the wind?" "paah!", she exclaimed before closing the door.
That was it. Reason sufficiante' for a nickname. God knows where all that creativity seems to have vanished now.

Coming back to the Biology class, this time it was a different teacher, not Anandi. Though she was 'hot' too (everyone thought so, not just me), she was respected for her knowledge and her friendly nature. People understood what she taught.
Naturally, I was concentrating on 'fertilisation', on which she was talking.
She went on to say "The next topic will be fertilisation. Fertilisation, is an important process in the development of organims. There are different kinds of fertilisation. Internal and external. Can anyone explain me what these mean?"

As was the wont, questions gave way to creativity. SV, who was sitting right behind me that day, with the other three by my side on the same bench, was the first one to react. Suddenly, "Motte inda koLi banto, koLi inda motte banto? Motte inda koLi, koLi inda motte, motte inda koLi, koLi inda motte", he started singing.
('The hen came from the egg or the egg came from the hen? Egg from hen-hen from egg-egg from hen-hen from egg', is how the song can be translated!)

Instantaneously, bouts of suppressed laughter followed in the immediate vicinity. There were strange sounds which only intensified with the passing seconds. Sort of a positive feedback! I covered my mouth so as to conceal my happiness. But it was only a matter of seconds that I gave way to the furore. The teacher spotted me and promptly asked me to stand up.

I could hardly control myself even after standing up in front of a hundred people. Surprised, she said "Now, whatever is making you so happy, please share it with all of us. Let us all be happy together". I hesitated at first, but on repeated requests and later, order, announced whatever I heard, loudly.

The class erupted in laughter. Jyothi ma'am, as she was known, also controlled her smiles. When finally silence had bestowed upon, she pretended to thunder at me asking who said this to whom.

Strange feelings of cohesion bound us all together. We could not single out people. If we were into something, we were all together. "It was someone from behind", I remarked.

Where? which bench?

I do not know ma'am. It was somewhere from behind.

She could have investigated more which could have threatened the unity. But she didn't. She just smiled and asked me to sit down.

"Now, no more jokes. Concentrate. Fertilisation is of two types, interna..." she had continued.