I used to call myself a stone hearted person. Rarely emotional. On one such rare occasion, I made a visit to my school just to test my limits of emotion.
I was at the school main gate entrance where I remember a girl whom I had crush on.. We once exchanged looks at the main gate. She was quite matured than me during school days and used to give me chances to speak. But me being shy, proved negative value boy to her.
This time, I walked in with head held up because I never did that during school days due to the fear I had on staffs, shyness and several other higher priority reasons!
The subconcious mind redirected to me to staff room where I can find staffs but I found it to be filled with sports equipments. It made me little uncomfortable. I felt that it should have remained as staff room. Even this small change is unacceptable at times. Then came peon bro, who smiled seeing me and told that staff room got shifted to the other location. Things are not same ever. It keeps on changing. It should keep on changing. Else we will get bored.
As I took steps to the staff room, few teachers identified me, came near me in surprise and enquired about me, my parents, my elder sister and my present job. Teachers connect with parents easily. Most of them know my mom more than they know me. One big problem of having an elder sister is that we lose our own identity.
Everyone used to identify me always as
"Gita's Brother he is",
"Hey you are Gita's brother right? She used to score well. Why not you?"
I hate that.....!
Few staffs complained that present management in school is not the same as before. There will always be people who complain.. There were some new admission in staffs too..
I thought of taking a small walk around my school. I felt like restarting once again from childhood. Why just games and softwares alone have restart option?
I was nearing 4th grade class rooms. I heard a staff scolding a small boy for not doing his yesterday's homework. She was angry on that boy. I interrupted her. I introduced myself as old student. "This is not fair" I said. "Scolding the child will just be a temporary solution. Don't bring in fear of staffs to children. If you do so, he will take 15 more years to walk with head held up. Treat every child like your child", I said and left the place.
Ain't I brave? Yes, if I had done so in my school days. Now I can't claim that as a brave act.
Two days later, I was waiting to meet my friend near the school playground. Boys were playing in the ground. Whatever game it is, I used to be the poor player in that. But there should be someone to do poor play. Else, there won't be any way to measure boys who play well.
Ouch! Someone hit me with a stone from behind. It would be definitely my friend whom I promised to meet long before but couldn't keep up. Turned back to see a small boy running at his own speed. I couldn't run that fast as him but somehow managed to catch him. I thought he did for fun, but his faced reflected anger. I asked for reason. I came to know that the staff beat him that day after I left the place. That was not at all fair..
I met her at once.......
Me "Mam, this is not good on your part to do so to this kid even after hearing from me... "
She, "Son, I didn't do anything wrong. I just followed your words. I did what you said..."
What did I say? Treat every child like your child .. Oh shit!... Lol....
