The Lion's Den

I get into a dilemma- how to start??? The biggest problem am having, I never know how to start and I end up starting the way I am doing right now. Whew!!! Even I get confused writing such sentences. Anyway 'Lion's den" is a real life experience which I've but naturally experienced.

It was a bright sunny day...No it was cloudy...No I dunno. That's not at all important. So it was a winter morning. Got up with a smile on my face coz I had a sweet dream the night before (my best friend used to wish me gudnite n swt dreams n sleep well every night and so I always had the sweetest dreams. Now she doesn't). So, I thought it was going to be a nice day for me and oh yes it was Friday. I love Fridays. So, i dressed up and was ready for school.

The school started with the usual hustle bustle, the usual vagabonds roaming around in the corridors, the usual slanging by everybody.

Morning assembly- SILENCE - this is what is expected from every child when he/she stands in the morning assembly which is very very loooooooooooooooooooooooong. As usual we started with the prayer. 'May there be peace in the sky.....' - hell with it. Can there ever be peace????
So the morning prayer (the english one) was over. Then followed the monotonous hindi prayer-'tum ram kaho ve rahim kahe...dono ki garaj....' both go to hell. This was followed by 'the thought for the day' (meaning less, rubbish which has no, absolutely no significance(except for those who listen to it in depth LIKE ME)). Then news (rubbish cheap jokes), then speech (always about 'success'). Then time for Principal to interact or rather he lectures us.

The lecture starting with the pin drop silence, which is seldom broken and often he scolds us for the same. Then discipline and then how to get through the challenges of world, then dress code, code of conduct, then "cell phones are strictly prohibited in school", then personality development, then broken pipes of toilet, explosions in toilet, then suggestions to reduce thse these terrorist attacks (explosions)....till infinity it goes..Whew!!!
"who cares???" thats the attitude of most of the students. Even the 6th grade students seldom listen to him then how can one expect 12th grade to pay the least of attention to him. Well, his speeches are really inspiring and worth listening too - "you should be a good listener". Yes, Sir, you do have a great personality. You were brought up in a Hindi medium school and still you have an amazing command over English and an awesome persona. Then he sometimes cracks jokes (often we are NOT able to understand them).

Now here's where the real story starts- Our honorable Principal sir cracked a joke.
Anyway and every way it had been a loooong assembly already and still he was not finished (and had started cracking jokes now). My/everybody's legs+stomach+every body part was almost wholly consumed.. I dunno what that joke was but he said something like "bimaro" (god knows what he meant to say) LOL. No you shouldn't lol about. But you see it was really a very cheap joke. Everybody was frustrated because of the long assembly. So as a gratitude to his joke I + a couple of other guys of 12-D (worst section in the history of DPS) and some other sections, screamed out loudly "HAHAHAHA" which was a sarcastic laugh. I dunno what made me do so. I, being the son of a teacher teaching in the same school, offering such kinda awfully insane gratitude was not at all acceptable..
"Oh hell!!" but anyway, I thought nobody( i mean no teacher) had seen me. I was wrong. Mr. Natwarlal (name changed), he saw me. He caught me after the assembly + the naughty boys of 12-D (specifically 12-D)
*-the D gang-*.
We were the only ones who were caught despite the fact that I section i.e Natwarlal's section's boys' had screamed the most. So the teachers got busy in introspecting us and I section slipped away like butter sliding on a hot chapati. AAAAAAARrrrrrrGHHHHHHH!!!!
Why only us???
Nice policy Mr. Natwarlal.
So we were caught and made to stand on the stage so that we were seen to every person who passed by. No that was not sufficient humiliation. We were taken to the Principal's office which I call - "The Lion's Den". I was the first one to enter the room. Then successively others entered. As expected he was furious - "the marvels(i dont remember the word now) of DPS, Bhilai. This is what you have been taught in this school for over 12 years. This is what your parents have taught you. These are your sanskars" This was for everyone. Then, one by one interrogation.
"what's your name?"
"amey"
"amey gosavi" (added by the rep)
"oh I see, you are the son of Mrs. Gosavi, I really wanta know what made YOU do so???"
"Even I dunno sir, may be because everybody beside me was screaming so it might hve come out from my mouth."

Then one by one he went on interrogating other vagabonds. We accepted our fault. "sorry".
"ahem ahem can I say something sir" it came out from my mouth spontaneously. From where the hell i got so many guts, even I dunno.
"In the past there have been many experiences, which may have led me in taking such a step...like your long assemblies". GOD !!!! what was I speaking.
Even he was surprised.
"but what I speak is really important for you all students"
"yes sir, whatever you speak is really important. but..."
"ok"
"{some dialogs by me}"
"you all may leave now"
After coming out of his room, I felt relief. Atleast I was able to speak to him face to face and directly I was able to tell him the problem of every student is his long speech. Even all my friends were shocked. Everybody was shocked at the fact that I spoke to the Principle about long assemblies.
But i had sunk somewhere. I felt "what about my mum??", "what about her reputation as a good teacher???"
"oh god what have I done"
I was to tears when I saw her again that morning. I somehow controlled my feelings. I cried in the physics period. Nobody was able to see my tears though. But I felt so ow, so down. I had the worst feeling. I had done so much wrong to my mum.
I still regret what I did.
But somewhere I felt strong also. After all I had spoken to the Principal about 'long assemblies'.
Still...
Oh God what did I do.

Oh God what did I do

Oh God what did I do.

I hereby declare that this post is not meant for hurting Principal's feelings or Mr. Natwarlal's or Mrs Rep's feelings either.
I have immense respect for all the teachers.
souhaite le moi bien!!!!
(i am not sure about this...it means 'mind me good')