Every monsoon I remember this incident. To begin with, during my high school days my family resided in area around western ghats. I have witnessed wonderful monsoons to “God when will the sun come out” sort of rains. This area is blessed with a good amount of rains. it was common for our school to announce a holiday on days of severe rain. we children did many pranks and thrown tantrums to get a day off and play in puddles.
This is one such monsoon day in my life when I was studying in the sixth standard. it was raining continuously from past 3 days and my school did not announce a holiday, we kids were anxiously waiting for the day off. As usual, we board the school bus. The bus picked us from the house which is about 30 km away from school. we were total of 20 students on the bus. The time we boarded the bus we were half wet though we were covered with raincoats and umbrella. till we reached school we were busy drying ourselves. through the way, we saw a few trees fallen due to rain and wind of the previous night. we wished and prayed for the day off.
reaching school I saw almost everyone was wet, few were shivering. school ground had turned into the swimming pool. water-filled channels. I and my friends were thinking about the ways to pass the day in school and to reach home safely. we had to pass by the tiny forest area which was known for blocked roads due to tree falls in the rainy season.
Fishing morning prayer class began. Rains had calmed down a bit, but we were wetly perched on benches. after the first class, the principal announced the day off. we left school and went in search of our school bus. we did not find our bus. we searched a bit more and asked people around. no one had a clue about the bus.
we decided on to wait for some time. As the bus will return . after 10-15 minutes, I suggested to my friends why to sit and waste time, when we can play in the swimming pool (playground ). My friends agreed, we thought of putting the race to our paper boats and see whose boat comes first. we were quick enough to make paper boats and set them free. In order to make them move faster, we used our legs to bring wave in water. In this move, half of the boats sank and some managed to move 50 meters. Ghosh, I still remember the laughter and thrill. This game of ours continued for 4-5 rounds and the winner was declared. The noise we created had already reached the principal office. I think by now you know what principal did the moment she knew.
We were called back to the office and greeted by a dreadful look of principal. we didn’t have any answers or we couldn’t justify ourselves. Uniform was wet and moreover filled with mud. she had by now known our game. maybe she was on verge of executing punishment for us. We were punished and made to write imposition as well. we sat silently in the school bus and reached home, yes cursing the driver. Parents were also informed and special punishment from parents as well, which was discussed the next day. our group yet again was famous.
I would like to thank Silija Nair from www.vijvihaar.com for introducing me to this blog train and would further like to introduce Amitoj Kaur www.tryingtobesupermom.wordpress.com to share her take on the prompts.