When my friend asked me to start writing some blogs, I stood up and decided to put on a try. Being a close friend of mine, I knew anything I write, I may escape with minor critics. But when I took my laptop to write, I was stood dumb; “ What to write?” My first blog has to be unusual, but on what. To review a product or to put a poetic description on nature, never had been my idea. Then what should I write ? The first thing came to my mind was to write about something or someone whom the people have not heard about. Have I seen something like that ? hmmm... No. Then my mind wanded around for a face. Whom to write ? who are my motivators... my parents .. yes, my teachers... yes, my friends... yes, people whom I look up to.... yes. Among the faces one face was unique from others. He was neither my best pal nor the person I ever looked upon. Neither he was brilliant nor was he attractive. The most astonishing thing was he was with me for not more than couple of years (in my class, that too from class 1st to 3rd ) . Childhood remembrance ? Nope! Just one word of him, “Mate I m with u” in a situation where no one lent me a word.
Have you started thinking this to be a great rescue operation or some tragic story ? Sorry this isn’t. A simple one, but still I don’t know that incident hasn’t been erased from my mind. No more stretch. I will come to that small incident. I was in class 2nd, and a new madam came to our class, as our madam was not available on that day (let be frank to you, I don’t remember the madam nor the madam who came to our class). She enacted to be strict, and asked to stand up on the desk who ever talked. I don’t know what happened as I moved my bag aside and sat straight, she pointed her finger to me and asked me to stand on the desk. I said I did not do anything, but she refused to hear a word and for the first and the last time in my whole life, i got punishment. I had to stand on the desk. All alone, all ashamed my classmates laughing at me.
I know many may be thinking there first experience. Anyhow as a blessing in disguise, she asked me to point out someone who talks and if can have my seats. My situation at that moment was indescribable, I was crying inside and I never looked up to anyone to point my finger. Then I felt a hand on my legs. Once I felt, they are making fun of me, but the hand felt again, I slowly turned my face behind. I still remember his smily face as if he understood everything. He said in a whispered voice, “point at me, come on”.
I didn’t know what to do, but then something really humorous happened, he stood on the desk, himself. The teacher looked up, she saw us both, and he told, “Kya yar, jus told this boy to move side, for that you made me stand”. I was standing still... Don’t know what is happening. I don’t know what happened next, the teacher pointed me to sit, I sat and hid my face with hand on the desk. I came to my senses when someone shook me from behind. I woke up, regained my senses and looked behind. It was the same guy. I saw in the front and the teacher had left . He said in a cool voice, “What dude, you need not to be so depressed for such a small thing. Punishments are part of school life”. May be for him, it was just a joke... but for me it was an angels hand or a friends friendship....
