Fiction
“MY
prayer for today,” he would begin the morning assembly every day with those
words.
My,
I, mine – his vocabulary went little beyond that.
“My
school,” he was referring to his previous school which was supposed to have
some fame because it was situated within a dead king’s renovated fort.
And
his new school had a living wall, a wall that he constantly built anew by
raising its height. He never felt secure
outside a dead king’s fort.
“Why
did he become a Principal?” Wondered
Manmohan, an average teacher with average brains.
“Dead
kings’ forts stimulate royal ambitions,” consoled Mrs Manmohan, an average
teacher with average brains.
The
Principal’s favourite team lost the cricket match. The Principal was furious. “How can MY team lose?” He thundered.
He
galloped towards his car, pulled the door open, sat in the driver’s seat and
drove the car backward. As far as the
backward ride was possible.
Then
he felt at ease.
Manmohan seems to be having the time of his life!!!
ReplyDeleteBTW sir, why is the school's website down?
New website under construction.
DeleteI can foresee some change, major change, for Manmohan!
LOL! Poor principal! If only he could wind back the time, he would be happier :)
ReplyDeleteBackward rides are always romantic, Pankti.
DeleteWelcome as "lakshya". Achieve your lakshya.
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