English School

The day was awesome. Everything was more than just fine.

I had just finished my Exam for the day and was relaxing on my bed.  Things has started being normal after she left. Or, I let her go. Or, I made her go because of my foolishness.  It is almost 2 months since everything had finally stopped, including the fights. My prayer to God started changing. I stopped asking god to delete love for her in me but I started asking for the strength to divert love for her in a constructive manner.  My action to my work and my reaction to the situation was enough to prove my changes. I closed my eyes, allowed my thoughts to float randomly. I saw a bright light in front of me. Slowly everything started becoming more clear. I was standing on the terrace. I heard a voice, “Jack, oye jack.”

“Jack your mom is calling you”, Rahul Shouted.

“OK, Rahul, I have to go for admission at new school.”

“Where?”

“Loyola School, English medium,” I replied proudly. Though I was wearing torn pant and shirt with broken button, I was feeling like prince by pronouncing the word English medium.

“Hey mummy, should I bath with new soap today?”

“As you wish but don’t keep it in water for long time.”

“OK mom.”

I had an awesome bath, hot water direct from hand-pump. Our Indian Hand-Pumps are natural Geyser maybe you can call it Cooler-Cum-Geyser, because we get hot water in winter and cold water in summer.

“Mummy, which dress should I wear?”

“Wear the new one, which we bought on your uncle marriage.”

“Oho, so lucky day mom” I said.

“Mummy, will I start my class today?”, I asked with excitement.

“From tomorrow, my son.”

My mom and I reached on street. New School was 2Km away.

“Jack, don’t run! Hold my hand.”

“Ok Mummy.” And we moved ahead on street.

“Mummy, see that poor cow, no one loves her. See, how she is sitting in garbage. Her mummy didn’t teach her to be away from dirty things. You know mom?”

“What?”

‘May be her mummy wasn’t so smart like you.’

“Maybe, but you know Jack, Mummy is always smart.”

“Yes, I know it, my Mummy is the best.”

“Jack?”

“What?”

“Will you study properly in school?”

“so much.”

“Mummy!” I shouted.

“Mummy, see, he is from that School.”

“How can you say?”

“You are fool mummy, don’t you see his white shirt, blue pant and Necktie, just like an officer.”

“From tomorrow you too will be dressed like him.”

“Mummy! Why this policeman is standing on gate?”

“He is not Policeman. He is called gatekeeper.”

At that time, Gatekeeper was so uncommon to find in a locality like ours. We reached to the principal office. Principal asked me to attain one test to check my ability and to be confirm about the class to start my study. I was at test and my mom was sitting beside me. We were in a small room, full of new books. They asked me some Math and English. They checked my paper and replied, “Your Child is awesome in mathematics but a bit low in English. It will be hard for him to manage class 3 subjects; they are in English.”

“Sir I know all the mathematics until class 6. Why are you saying about class3?  At least I can go in class4. Isn’t mom? I was currently in class3, how can I study same thing twice? Sir, I know English as well.” I put out one book of poem and showed him, “See, this is my English book, I know it all.”

Sir just smiled and said that was class1 book. I put my head down and suddenly took out my math book and translation book. And said, “See, this is class7 Mathematics book, which I am learning now. And this my Advance English translation book. You can ask me any meaning or spelling, I know it very well.”

He didn’t reply anything, but he said to my mom, “He is very Good in Mathematics, and I appreciate that but you can understand this is English medium school, even mathematic will be difficult to understand.”

“but my sir said, I can beat any class 6 student in math. My sir has taught us to play with number in math.”

“Ok Son, so I suggest you study class3 again. And if I find you doing well, you will be promoted to class5 next year.”

 My mom and me agreed on the terms. We completed the formality and came out from the campus.

“Mummy, I will study so hard, and will reach class 10 soon. But I am not so happy to study class3 again. Rahul will laugh on me. I don’t have to tell him the class. By the way I will be learning English, and he know nothing, even he can’t write essay on ‘The Cow’.  Mummy, will we be going for shopping today?”

“Yes, we will buy your dress, lunch box, a bag, a pencil box and grocery for home.”

“Mummy you forget so many things.”

“What?”

“Shoes, shocks, pencil, pen, notebook, necktie, belt, Lunch box with spoon on top, bag with Saktiman, cold-drink bottle for water and, I forget.”

“Ok, anything for you. But promise that you won’t waste any of it and will study hard.”

“God promise mummy. Can we eat Golgapa?”

“No, Your dad would be waiting for food at home with your little sister.”

We reached home after walk of 20mins. She went inside the home and I went to advertise myself.

“Rahul, I got admission in English medium school.” I shouted and run in the street towards his house. Shouting again and again, “I Got admitted in English medium school.”

“English medium school.”

“English medium school.”

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