Jan 05 2009
Beginning Of A New Session
New session of class XII began. I started off well. It was going fine. Even well than I’d expected. Himanshu was revealed to me as a great-great ‘kavi’, which was a very positive sign. For I’ve always had a special liking for poets, writers and singers, provided he or she be a soul artist. And I realized it was true for Himanshu. I even wondered how did I manage to fight so many times with a poet. By now, when I’d made myself at peace with my classmates, fights began again. And this time too Himanshu was first in the queue. It was so Smita ma’am changed our seats. Girls (7 in my class) were asked to sit on the extreme left near the window. In this row there were 6 columns with 2 chairs in each. Therefore the six girls sat in pairs and the odd seventh sat alone. But it was just I, Neha and Blessy who’d sit lonely turn wise. I realized, “When ma’am asked each of us to sit alone turn wise, then why only we three? Why not the other girls?” I decided to talk. Shubhangi, the monitress, replied, “Why do you pinpoint us? Boys too should sit alone.” My tube light, like usual, glowed later, and I went straight to discuss it with boys. And thus re-began the fightings. Udit, the monitor, hardly had his say, but Mr. Kavi, he was in full mood to box me out. But for all this I don’t blame him as much as to destiny. For by now, I’ve learnt that whenever we two are together NOTHING can run smoothly. Just read on to find more or ask any CMSian, for our fights were renowned all over the campus.
Finally, it was concluded by someone that from now onwards boys would sit in front. This too didn’t workout. For the boys were too tall for us short-heighted girls. Hence, just the next day the idea had to be dropped out. We came back to pavilion, with girls sitting in front and boys behind us.
Anyways, few days later I fought again. I was discussing about Lord Jesus with Blessy, and this time too with deep interest. But this time the disturbing element, for a change, was ‘Rajendra’. He, being the monitor of the month, warned, “If you are not quiet I’ll write your name.” I got agitated and shouted, making my eyeballs grow bigger, “Write it. What the hell?” Before he could write or reply, Chemistry ma’am entered. I simply couldn’t understand a single reaction of Chemistry. I felt guilty. The flow of my spontaneous emotions made me now remorse. I decided to apologize to him. When I tried, something pulled me back. Hence, after the school I went to our class-teacher, and said, “Ma’am I wanted to tell you something. Actually, today I shouted for no reason at Rajendra, and I’m now feeling sorry. So…
.., I….. ( I gulped in between)…..thought to confess it to you.” And lo and behold! The bolt from the blue came when ma’am nodded with words, “I already know it.” Wow! Here was I standing as a clown, making a joke out of me. But what pained my heart most wasn’t this. It was that Rajendra told ma’am everything. I don’t know why, but I never expected it.
This affirmed to me that the new session wasn’t as I’d thought it to be. Also I was no successful in making my classmates realize that I too am a better human being with a soul, which also pains and laughs like anyone else’s. But I failed, failed pathetically.
The other days I’d grown up as more of a recluse. But this didn’t prevent Himanshu from teasing me for using the prefix “Miss” in my name, and others hurriedly vacating their way for me whenever I’ve to pass through.
This is how passed my new session, one day becoming an old session and now, a past. But still the mystery remains unsolved, ‘Why does my heart lament on parting when only I’d been fighting with all most of the times. What do I miss in those fights? Why do I ponder on them for hours?’ I know not, probably because….. ‘There’s a sweet sorrow in parting.’
