I was the tiny-miny mice of our group, i
was lucky enough to be registered in her good books. She made me the English
monitor and i was chiefly responsible for collecting assignment notebooks and
projects. I had no choice, but to maintain my assignment notebooks, which none
of them would ever make an attempt. Mayank-my best friend out of the eight was
though good with his communication skills, would never make an attempt to
maintain his CW and HW copies, which unfortunately i had to do. He couldn’t
escape speaking in English, we were in one of the best public schools. Be it boarding schools in india or
co-education school, communicating in English is a must. At times, would do his
homework or classwork, but yes, there were a few days, when i couldn’t make it.
On the inspection day, he was caught by Mrs. Goswami and forget the bashing, I
could literally recall her exact words that she said to Mayank, Mark my words
boy, don’t appear this year, you won’t pass. You should be sent to residential schools in India to
learn the basic etiquettes of life and so as your curriculum.
And she openly said, i will score A1 followed by him with D2,3
whatsoever. Her words hit him rightly. He did not made any gestures, but kept
quiet for a while, which came to us as a shock. The boy who would always pop in
here and there was suddenly very quiet. But finally he made it. He proved her
wrong. Though he kept pretending as if he is not affected with her words in any
way, but he was studying. Finally in boards, i scored 78 and here he is with
‘79’ man. That was the day when i could actually relate to how does it feel
your friend fails, but how bad it feels if your best friend score more than
you, no matter even if it’s just 1 more mark. Shuks! Shuks! Shuks! All i could
say was Okay! I gave you a chance to be happy… but till the day when we meet,
he taunts me saying loser…aah! It’s a pain to hear, but we all laugh it
aloud…that’s life
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