I
was staring through the window and I could see the sun radiating from the
cloudless sky and spreading warmth to all the sentient beings. The air was
growing warm and my slumber is trying to over take me. To the far distant, I
saw my seniors walking outside along with their teacher towards our school
kitchen garden. I presumed they must be going for science experimental purpose.
As
a child I got fully engrossed in what my seniors are doing but still I could
hear the faint sound of my social studies teacher. I could hear the word “mountain”
repeatedly and slowly the sound had started to grew louder and louder. This
high amplitude noise had dragged my attention towards it and quickly I happened
to turn my head towards the direction of the sound. The whole class broke into
laughter before I could fully turn my neck. I quaked with fear in an embarrassment
and I could feel the hotness of my face as it was blushed into red.
“Norbu
Wangdi where is the mountain pig? My social study teacher berated at the top of
his voice. “The pig is on the mountain” I stammered as I begin to quaver. Just before I could complete my answer, my
social study teacher raised his hand quickly with a meter wooden scale on his
hand. Within a fraction of second the wooden scale had kissed my head as hardly
as it can. My vision became almost blank for a moment but I could feel that my
height was almost touching the ceiling of the classroom. My innocent classmates
were giggling with low amplitude when I begin to sob.
“Sit
down Norbu Wangdi” shouted my teacher at me with a scowling face. Then the bell
for interval was heard. Those are the funny childhood memories that always
evoke me to laugh and cry. Later during the interval break many of friends came
near me to share their empathy and console me. Friends are the greatest source
of solace when one is away from his or her own parents. They told me that they
were discussing about different landscapes of Bhutan, like mountain range, mountaintop,
steep slope, deep valleys and mountain peak. Actually my teacher was asking
about mountain “peak” but my response was about an animal “pig”.
To
be continued………………
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DeleteNorbu, nice story. I really liked the innocence that you portrayed here. More so that it really freshened up my drowsy mood this morning. Have a pleasant day and keep blogging.
ReplyDeleteI am happy Reku sir because at least I could freshened up your early drowsiness. Great to see you reading my post always.
Deletehaha.bor.it seems funny.but funny is never always funny sometimes it just give us great memory.I enjoyed reading this story.
ReplyDeleteThanks you bro for your valuable comments.
DeleteKai bath hai sir jeee...Wonderful and interesting to know your classes long time back...Hoping to read your next part soon la...thanks
ReplyDeleteThank you Sancha Sir or always sparing your precious time to read my write up and drop comments on an every article that I post here.
ReplyDeleteOh such a nice story. I never knew you too have a great sense of humour bro. Enjoyed reading. Keep your memories pouring here. Takecare
ReplyDeleteBro this is my the true story crafted in Shingkhar Primary School.
DeleteI mean it is the true story.
DeleteWhat a nasty teacher! Physical punishment was completely unnecessary. I think the embarrassment of not knowing the answer was enough!
ReplyDeleteThank you mam.
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