the benefits of community service in building character

my horns are getting more and more prominent.


druvin, mihir, yash and rudra are frequent offenders in the setting-our-own-timetable-school-timetable-be-damned category of crimes. the moment the lunch whistle blows, they rush out of class like bats out of hell, n begin in earnest to cuss, kick, yell, and run amok, and reach back to class atleast five minutes late after the lunch slot, n that too without finishing their dabba. my sources tell me that they make optimal use of every unforgiving minute and manage both- lunch and football all at the same time.

quite easy, if only one sets one's considerable little-boy inventivess to the problem. one just has to roll up one's rotis and bite as one goes between kicks, or simply stuff all one's rice into one's gullet, n be done. clean. easy does it ! as for the vegetables, one can always get it down in one gulp while one is running back to class under the nose of a glaring, hands akimbo teacher.



after i got over a prolonged prostrated state spent in awe and admiration for this glittering display of time-management, i decided to crack down. i do not have any problem per se with the arrangement, but the frequent requests for loo-breaks immediately after lunch break irk me no small bit. especially since i do pretty much the same thing in my lunch slot, -only it is eat n talk at the same time- and manage the loo-break too, it is extememly damaging to my mental-peace to let small boys go to the loo at odd times during class discussions.
as a result of all the mental agony caused to me, not to mention increased levels of noise pollution during the lunch slots, i feel totally justified in doing what i did - i.e., community service by the offenders. the class is now in apple-pie order. cubbies frighteningly neat, the tables arranged in perfect pentagons, the chalbox filled, the whiteboard squeaky clean, discarded jackets folded (!!!), the rug in the reading area as creaseless as a baby's bottom, n the matress-cover spread to please the most exacting mother-n-law.
the gentlemen in question, after receiving thanks and praise, were asked if i might have the pleasure of their company next thursday morning as well, reacted in a curious manner. they panicked n ran off to the sports ground.
i wonder why?

curioser and curioser.


a wonderful beginning to the rest of my life as a hypothyroidic patient, who now enjoys full medical support for being irritable, moody, cantankerous and suicidal. if one only looks carefully, there is indeed a silver lining to every cloud.