The day starts with a bang. I enter the class with a lot of
enthusiasm but no sooner my face becomes a scowl (a really big one). I sadly
looked at the torn charts. It was the 3rd time we made those charts and
somebody happily comes and destroys it all in some minutes. 1 weeks' effort
destroyed in minutes. I was completely hopeless. Why does that heck of a person
come every time and destroy all our efforts. We are back to square
one, what's the use of making it (afterall we can't do it for
eternity)?
It was also our class teacher's birthday today. I wondered if she
would like the birthday gift presented by some anonymous Mr. Who.
"Happy Birthday, Madhumita Ma'am", we wished but was it
a happy moment. Our whole class was in gloom except some faces which expertly
hid their gloominess. "Nice present", I thought. I went up to Rounak
and asked him about his comments on this incident. But then he was bent on
studying our classmates' body language. We had our conversation in
installments and after the end of each session he remembered about his mother's
book on body language. I went about the desks and as I reached for my place, my
face went completely blank - somebody had written on my bag, ' I' m an IDIOT '.
Again I was hopeless. I finally headed for the dining hall for breakfast with a
completely blank mind.
Walking for a nearly 200m and then climbing 4 flights of stairs I
approached my class with extreme exhaustion. Then, the consequences of the
theft and attack started to show up. We went through repeated enquiries of
various teachers and by the time it was lunch, my throat was sore.
And I seemed if I was dead meat. I just hoped that all this stops soon and
the damn thief (and vandal, after-all he stole and
also destroyed property) is caught. So, I am still waiting for
it..............
N.B. Its hopelessness which gives me more hope.