As per the instructions of my English teacher, I had bought a ‘Wren and Martin’ English guide and started working on my English language. Though slowly my English started improving and I gained confidence to speak in public. It was during one of those days the third part of Harry Potter came across my hands. I decided to give it a try. To my great surprise I found myself reading the book so keenly that I refused to put it down. By the time I finished the book, I was already wrapped up in the Harry Potter world. It was only because of you Harry that I started focusing on reading more books. Thank you.
Towards the end of my first term in 9th, one day my brother came home with a visitor. The visitor was none other than ‘chicken pox’. He had contracted the infection from one of his classmates. I was scared to my wits. My mom started advising me that those who get scared will get infected easily (she could say that because she had zero percent chance of getting ‘Mr. C.P.’ since she had suffered from it in childhood!). My dad and I shared similar outlook towards the disease. I completely avoided my bro unless I could help it. But as everyone says, nothing can change what’s in store for us. My dad and I got the signs the day my bro bathed. In my case, it was in the form of a small pimple on my right arm (of which I have still got a mark!). There began the 15 days of torture. The only consolation was that I ha company (my dad, I mean). Poor my mom. She tired herself out by aiding to us. It was the horrible itchy feeling on the infected areas that made me go berserk. I was not allowed even to scratch (God help me). My mom would scream at me whenever I tried to take my anger out on the pimples. But I always managed to caress them without her noticing.
It was with great relief that I welcomed the 16th day of my ailment. I could finally go to school and meet my friends. When I stepped onto my class my first thing they asked me was “You said you got chicken pox? But where are the marks?”. Even though I had worked on my pimples so fervently, they all disappeared without leaving a trace for which I am still grateful.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
My Best Friend
In the meantime, my school life was getting unbearable. It was during one of these days that l saw HIM wandering in my school. That was quite a SHOCK. Now, dont expect background music. Atleast not right now.
As the second term of my 6th standard blossomed, a new bud arrived in my class. A newcomer from Trivandrum. We got together. Life went on(as it does always). l grew. Old friendships withered and new ones sprouted. Meanwhile my attraction to Mr.S grew stronger.
It was towards the end of my 8th that me and Nat got to know each other. As we began to spend time together, l found out we shared similar interests. The most foremost being our mutual attraction to the star of the time "Dileep". What more to say, she had her birthday on October 28th, just two days from mine. By the start of 9th we began to sit together and were marked as 'siamese twins' by my other classmates.
All of a sudden, one day our class teacher had this weird idea of rearranging the positions of her students(our class was girls only). My heart did a somersault upon hearing this news. We were seated at the very last desks. l was on all fours pleading to God that we become invisible to her. But alas, her searching eyes found me and Nat. She called out "Nat, you come and sit here at Fathima's place and you, Fathima can go sit at her's". l solemnly watched as Nat picked up her books and walked over to her new destiny. My tear glands started working and the next thing l knew, l was crying out uncontrollably. My new partner watched helplessly as l bawled like a small kid. The whole class had their eyes on me. Needless to say, my tears melted our class teacher's 'marble-like' heart and she obligingly brought Nat back to me. l dutifully wiped my tears away. As the class dispersed, Nat whispered to me:"That was qiute a show!". But tell you what friends, by that single incident we were marked 'The Unbreakables'.
As the second term of my 6th standard blossomed, a new bud arrived in my class. A newcomer from Trivandrum. We got together. Life went on(as it does always). l grew. Old friendships withered and new ones sprouted. Meanwhile my attraction to Mr.S grew stronger.
It was towards the end of my 8th that me and Nat got to know each other. As we began to spend time together, l found out we shared similar interests. The most foremost being our mutual attraction to the star of the time "Dileep". What more to say, she had her birthday on October 28th, just two days from mine. By the start of 9th we began to sit together and were marked as 'siamese twins' by my other classmates.
All of a sudden, one day our class teacher had this weird idea of rearranging the positions of her students(our class was girls only). My heart did a somersault upon hearing this news. We were seated at the very last desks. l was on all fours pleading to God that we become invisible to her. But alas, her searching eyes found me and Nat. She called out "Nat, you come and sit here at Fathima's place and you, Fathima can go sit at her's". l solemnly watched as Nat picked up her books and walked over to her new destiny. My tear glands started working and the next thing l knew, l was crying out uncontrollably. My new partner watched helplessly as l bawled like a small kid. The whole class had their eyes on me. Needless to say, my tears melted our class teacher's 'marble-like' heart and she obligingly brought Nat back to me. l dutifully wiped my tears away. As the class dispersed, Nat whispered to me:"That was qiute a show!". But tell you what friends, by that single incident we were marked 'The Unbreakables'.
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