The Backbenchers: The summer surprise

It was April time in the school. This is generally time for the new secession in the school. Everybody in the school is happy about entering in the new class. We miss some friend who either moved on to the new school or remain in the same class for one more year. We care less for studies and start more enjoying or time in the school as we know that before summer vacation there will not be any exams in the school.

I was always one of the backbenchers student form my school days. I think only when teacher used to get irritated with our activity then only she or he used to shift me from our seats. Well that used to only happen in once is 3 months. Back to original story.

It was before the summer break time in the school so we all were in new class and enjoying it fully. On one such day we had our games class in the 6^th period. It was the only class which every student wants to happen daily or many time in a day. But the cruel school people only used to give us 2 or 3 class in a week for games.

We were enjoying our sports class by playing various games in the group. I don’t know why but that day I, vivek and two other students who I can’t remember were back in the class early. I was early because vivek was my seat mate and next period was of math’s his favorite subject. He used to love that class. It was the first time we were studying maths from Chote lal Sir. I heard about him from our seniors and my sister also how strict he is and how he teaches maths and also how strict he was at that time.

So after the bell rang fortunately or unfortunately I was in the class. Only 4 students were in the class. He entered in the class; we greeted him and sat on our seat.  He asked, “Were the other student from your class”.

One of us replied, “Sir it was games class so I think they will be back in the class”. It was not the time of cell phone so we can give a miss call or msg form class so everyone can be back. By the time everyone was back in the class it was about 10 min. late. We were happy that atleast we are saved from the punishment from the Chote Lal Sir. He was ready for his special treatment to student which was very infamous in the school. If you think why his name was Chote Lal? maybe because of his hight. But then also how come their parents know how short he will be.

Suddenly he asked, “Who is the monitor of this class”.

Reluctantly our class monitor Kushvendra came forward. He has been our class monitor for last 3 year and before there was Awdesh. He was one the brightest student in our class and always used to top in our class since last few years. He was one of my close friends at that time.

Chote Lal sir continued, “How can a class be discipline, when his monitor is so indiscipline. How come you can’t come on the time to class. Didn’t you hear the bell of time or you are not interested in the class. This is really a disgusting thing. You don’t deserve to be the class monitor from now onwards. You are not class monitor in my class and even in the other class as well. I will talk to your class teacher as well.”

It stunned us all. How can this happen, he is one of the best monitor in the school and a bright student. Even if we look at the option that else can be made the class monitor. There was no option in my mind at time. I admit secretly I wanted to be the monitor of the class but I knew always that I don’t have the chance of being so because of some reasons.

Chote Lal sir declared that of these four students will be class monitor. Now that was more showing. I don’t want to be monitor and vivek you can’t imagine it. A thin boy, whose voice is not been to even audible to me and here he can be made the class monitor.

Then came the shock, I was made the class monitor. I never expected that in my wildest imagination. It was like getting gold medal without even running in 100 Meter race. I hated that, and my expression said it all. It was dumbstruck, nor happy and not sad. But there was surprise in my mind. Pinch me because this can’t be possible. I can’t be class monitor.

As the Chote Lal sir class was over it was heavy exercise for me. Some of class mate were congratulating me and other were thinking how come he be monitor of the class. He knows nothing about it.

Indeed it was one the best memories of my school day when I was class monitor. I used to have fun, you are free from the punishment zone and from the fear that you might get smacked down, and you get more attention in front of teachers. The best you can make of the school days are those days.

Happy Mother's Day......to all Mom ...

It’s that time again; time to honor the woman who is responsible for your very existence, your Mom. Moms are our first teachers and set us on a path for our lives. Their day never ends. It goes on for 24 hours, seven days a week and 365 days a year. Even when you weren’t with your mother as a child, she was still responsible for you and your actions, your successes and, to some extent, your failures. Like the song says, you were always on her mind. Even when we are grown we are never far from our mother’s thoughts and prayers.

"This song is dedicated to my lovely mother" :)

My thought for my Mom is, “My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all of my successes in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.”

I never had to ask anything from her anytime in my life. My all wishes were used to be already fulfilled before I can ask him for that. Either it has been bicycle or Bike. She has been more excited to buy me bike or say cycle rather than me. I was amazingly lazy to do things and she has to push me thousand times to do things. Now when I think about it how hard must it had been for her to work at office and then also take care of us.

I have fortunate enough not to get the mom scold very often. She used to just say us, “Keep doing what you wanted to do, in the end you have to reach where you wanted to reach not where I wanted you to reach”. It was a brave thing to say, because there is always temptation in the parents to get there dream fulfilled by their child. But I mother never used to think that way. She has given me freedom to choose my career, the way I live my life.

One thing that defines our Indian mom is food of their hand. We never get bored of their handmade food, Achar and also some sweet dishes. Even though my grand mom used to say, “It will be better if I make food rather than your mom”, but then also we always knew she is one of the finest cook. Well feeling the huger by just talking about her food.

Some time I used to wonder how she can do so much with any other help. May be because of that mothers are knows are as a superwomen. The most amazing power in the word, no other can match the love, affection of mother.

This Sunday when mother day arrive, I think all of us should thank out moms to be the best mom. Because of them we are today what we are. And though they will say our success is our biggest price (this is favorite line of grandmother) but don’t miss them to give a hug to tell them how much you love them. I may not give a hug to my mom but defiantly she will be wishing good for me and will be enjoying my mom chat.

P.S.: Even my mom would say happy mother day to his mom, how lucky she is to have her even at this age..Missing my mom...:)