Its been ages since I have written anything.But the dream of a reality comes back to me again and again.Its something that the innocent or perhaps the guilty child in me refuses to forget.So here is how it goes...
I was in 5th class.Our school was that time upto 5th only,so I was in the senior most class.I was made the Head Boy of the school (yes!,a 5th class boy).
I dont know why I had stood for the post as I did not know to play the drum, which I considered as important for a Head Boy to know.Anyways,I do remember the stage where I was given the Badge and how it was announced.....It was great and I felt I am the boss over every other child :)
But here is the point where the story took a turn....
Few months later,on some day,there was a meeting of teachers that was going on and the teacher told me that I had the responsibility of keeping order and discipline....Lol!!!...I took a few of my friends and started to make rounds of different classes!! and entered a class of 4th I guess.
So,I was instructing students to keep quiet,but despite of my repeating one boy did not budge from talking.I gave him the punishment of standing in front.A couple of others were given the same punishment.
He stood there and still was talking behind my back.I dont know what happened but I turned suddenly and slapped him while turning.Then turned back to my normal position.After a few seconds I heard a small ahh..turned back...Blood coming from the nose,two drops fell..
I cant forget those two drops on the floor till now.....
My friends did all the things to stop the blood and I rushed downstairs to inform the teacher who of course castisized me.Tears in my eyes I came back to my class.Some time later the teacher came and sat without looking at me...
I was engulfed in the worst sense of guilt I ever had...My friend sitting beside me consoled a bit.The two drops still in front of my mind, I took off my Head Boy's badge and told my friend to please hand it over to mam as I cant face her.Yes... I was resigning on moral grounds!!!
He went after some persuasion..I couldnt hear what he said but suddenly mam threw the badge at me and I dont remember what she said...Later I remember she consoled me but the dream of the reality just doesnt complete.I just dont remember what happened in the following days,though my resignation was not accepted! I dont think I told this thing at home.
A few months later the school got over and after holidays I shifted to a new school.
One thing that I learnt was that nose is really a delicate thing!
and one should keep one's head in responsibility.......I am cool now :)
I just could not sleep because of it right now, so thought of writing it out...Those two drops of blood on floor still haunt me...the dream of the reality never completes....
4 comments:
He stood there and still was talking behind my back.I dont know what happened but I turned suddenly and slapped him while turning.Then turned back to my normal position.
Looks some kind of rajnikant movie stunt.. slap and back to d same position.. OSCAR man :)
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Anyways maggo u know like you i once wrote a story... infacta very famous one.. known as bloodshed... u r crying for the two drops...on the other hand there was blood in my story for years and years....:) lol
waise nice story.. keep writing... mere jaise bando ka time pass ho jata hai.. :)
anyways i think that guy suffered from some disease which lead to excessive two drops of blood loss.. from soft hands of maggo :)
lol :)
OK.. You have two ways to make up for this abominable act of yours :
1) Go on an world trip and that boy/man .. only possible path to salvation
OR of course,
2) you can stare yourself in the mirror..relive those moments and punch yourself hard in the the face.
I sincerely hope you get over this tough phase of guilt.
Best Wishes
^^
find that boy/man*
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