The first thing I would do is apologize for such a delayed entry,I
was out of ideas and was confused on what to write...
this particular article is about a perpetual life if an
Indian girl.
" AREY!! GET UP! YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!"
unlike normal people my alarm clock was my mom.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes sleepily.
I literally dragged myself to the bathroom and brushed my
teeth after that I continued with the daily ritual of getting dresses and
packing my bag and stuffing a massive chunk of bread in my mouth and rushing
out to catch my school bus.
Once reaching school, climbing the endless stairs to the
class room with a 5 tonne bag hanging from my shoulder and slowing me down.
Upon reaching the class people like me (who are very sincere)
open our bags and start drinking water while gossiping and the other category of students study, by the time we are done discussing all about how the head girl
has no decency whatsoever and how the uniform should be of a different color
and how one should not have these endless stairs but escalators and elevators in
schools it is time for the assembly. First the prayer which is sung by a choir that
just can't sing! Then a particular class conducts the assembly on the topic
given. To be more detailed first the assembly begins with a quote, then some
information based on the assigned topic, after that something like a talent
competition in which one or two students sing some random song,recite some
random poem which is supposed to be "inspirational" and then we stand
in attention for the National Anthem. After the assembly that makes me sleepy
again we have the class attendance where the teacher calls out our name roll
number wise. The class teacher leaves the class, while we wait for our subject
teacher to come, the unfortunate class monitor is left to take care of the wild
class.
"Oye! 2nd sum
was homework!!" screams a student.
"Please maintain discipline;" the monitor says with
disinterest.
The subject teacher finally arrives and the monitor lets out
a sigh of relief.
" Okay, class! Open your books to chapter 3, Hydrogen!"
says the teacher.
One thing about Indian
teachers is that they have a typical pronunciation. Also they strain on the
capital letters.
"The HYDROGEN is the most of the reactive of the elements,
it has ONE electron in its shell." said the teacher. I yawned . After that
the teacher talked some more, I didn't listen. All classes were the same, I didn't listen.
During recess me and my friends gathered around a table and
we discussed random topics. My dabba had
bhindi and chapati, after recess we had some other classes and we were done
for the day. I slept in the entire long bus ride home.
For lunch were leftovers along with garam garam chapatis and raita.
After stuffing myself up properly I watched a little television and then went
for my Math tutions at 4. While I was walking I listened to disco deewane~ new version. The one hour
tution was tiring and after that I came home and drank a glass of milk. Then I
went outside to play with my friends. I came home did my home work revised
chapters and once I was done I ate dinner while watching my all time favorite
bollywood movie called as Zindagi Na
Milegi Dobara.
At night , I lay in bed recalling the day and thinking, that
yes, zindagi na milegi dobara !
