It was a warm day at college. As some of us longingly stared into oblivion while a lecturer furiously dished out hash tags and curly braces of a C++ program, on the blackboard, with a screechy piece of chalk, there was a quite discussion, or should I say “scheming”, going on at the last bench.
We could make out words like “canteen”, “bomb”, “hit”, “dead” and then it struck me what the discussion is about. My eyes widened in horror as realization dawned. I could only pray to the heavens that my name is not involved in this evil scheme. As hearts thumped and lecturer bellowed out today’s assignment, I heard my name being mentioned by few girls seated on the last bench. On turning to acknowledge hearing my name, I was greeted with sugar sweet innocent-baby smiles.
The bell tolled and it was time for recess. As the daily custom goes, myself and a few friends walked out of class, stood on the hallway balcony staring into plush green lawns being watered by sprinklers, munching on a calorific snack, chatting about a latest flick. As time came, we turned to walk back to class we were hit by a flash of red. It covered our face and neck, burned our eyes and gave a bad taste in the mouth. The day was holi and the war thus started.
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The whole class was in a frenzy attacking each other with what ever closest colorful thing they could get hold of. Be it orange juice, poster colors and color-powder, everyone was covered in every unpleasant thing possible.
R the head of backbenchers, ensured every person in the roll call was smacked with a handful of color-powder, shooting instructions and sketching methods to ambush people with her own little gang.
As I rushed to water down the powder from my eyes, I decided to give the “schemers” a taste of their own medicine. I started a conspiracy gang, one obviously involving those already covered in bright red color-powder. We decided to walk to the nearby convenience store to buy a plethora of ammo to ambush the enemy and make them surrender to our mercy. Muhuhahahahaaa !
Ouch! that’s when we lost the second battle in the war. For a second time we were attacked, only this time it wasn’t the burning-eye sensation. It was a nauseating smell and a cold dab on the head that we felt. Washing off the slimy dribbles and picking the egg shells out of our hair we walked determined, not to the store but to our canteen to get hold of eggs declared rotten and not used to make(thankfully) canteen food. A foolproof plan was laid out and the enemy leader was drawn into the open.
The conspiring gang of about 6 to 7 people surrounded her. I took charge, approached her swiftly and placed two well placed blows on the head with three most badly rotten eggs we had. At that very second, jubilant that karma has been served, I smiled and my gang cheered.
Within a split second, their expressions changed from happiness to one of extreme anxiety, I turn to my right to place the source of trouble and there stood a security guard with a long stick firmly in right hand, nose flaring and eyes pinned on me. I turn back and within a split second, a place which was occupied by 8 other people standing in a circle stood grave empty with just a stench as an evidence.
That was my first encounter with my Principal 😦
P.S : All characters in the above story are fictitious. Or are they?!