One of my memorable school incidents

Someone was trying to teach maths when he came in. He said something to sir and I realized that he had arranged a rendezvous with the vice principal. I was asked to go immediately. From the glitter in his eyes I realized I was going to be in serious trouble. I tried to recollect my thoughts about what I had said to him that day or in the past few days. There were many, and those which he did not like comprised 95% of the many. As I could not narrow down on one, I wasn’t well prepared for the excuse that would save my life.

We entered the vice principal’s office. This was the second time I saw his face so serious. No sooner did this thought cross my mind than he stooped a little and started complaining while his fingers straightened the ripples on his tie. This was typical of "Bishu". All of a sudden the serious mood was over (for me of course).

He:  Sister, here he is. Sister he called me “looze”.

Sr :  Err….sorry..?

See, it’s so trivial that she forgot within hours. Now broach it again in my presence and I will have an opportunity to limit your melodrama.

He: He called me by that name and I told you earlier what it means…So...

Sr : Oh, you were here this morning(self consciously).

      (Looking at me gravely) did you do so?

If I declined, I knew from her countenance that she was preparing to fire a lot of statements like “Don’t lie to me”, “I am aware of everything that goes on in campus” and so on. These were cliche and we all knew them. So, what do I do when she starts the rapid fire round? I chose what my 15 year old brain thought was best.

Me : Yes Sister, I did.

She was taken aback. Firstly, framing new questions takes time and, secondly, I scored a 100 for honesty. She kept looking at me for a couple of seconds and asked the one question that I wanted her to ask.

Sr : Why?

Well, I was fully prepared for this. Only friends help when you really need them. So here goes.

Me : Someone has given him that name (which I thought perfectly suited him) and everyone in class calls him by that name. I said it only once and here he is complaining about me. I don’t even know its meaning.

In school I was really innocent and if I worked a bit, I could beat Imran Khan.

Sr : Err…actually, you are such a good boy and he did not expect those words from you. Let others say what they want, don’t listen to them. Ok.

Me : Yes sister.

The atmosphere got friendlier. I managed to escape unscathed and I didn’t look at his face which I was sure got reduced to a grotesque figure and I knew there was disbelief in his eyes, ears or whichever sense organ that reported to his brain that his efforts went futile.

Sr : Go now both of you. Your period is almost over.

We came out. Me smiling, and he hurling abuses in local dialect (again typical him).

He:  It won’t be that easy for you because it’s going to be the Principal next time. So be careful with me or I will make sure you get hammered. You get it?

Me : Absolutely………………..Loozzee…….

I think I ran at around 331m/s so that I could get the hell out of there before he heard me.