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Exam days. Especially finals. They are brutal, unforgiving, and tiresome. But usually I can ace them or at least I  could in FIS. In PPS I really need to try hard and float above the drowning ocean of academics. But for once today’s History and Civics exam was super easy. Easier than Maths 2 yesterday, which most of my friends discussed while clapping their hands to their heads in frustration. Today the discussion of the paper is cut short by other topics. The bus students including me are much more jovial today and decide to talk about other things. Suddenly, Amaradhevan  somehow lashes out or something at Aadita. She moves to stand near the school building by a big window and she notices some bags stacked in a corner. Her eyes quickly change from puzzlement to excitement. I move to see what she’s staring at and my jaw drops. In one of the bags, pink powder fills it to the brim. Pink powder, which I now remember is used to mark the lines for warmup sessions in the ground (whe...

Wednesday. It’s always better than Monday and Tuesday. We have Art and Art is a cool class where I play music  and draw my heart out. But ever since Wednesday,  16th February,  2022, I think art class in offline school opens new possibilities both artistic and hopeful. This Wednesday, 23rd February, 2022, I had a sneaking sense of deep anticipation. Perhaps we get another adventure of pleading for a good period we never had since online class started. I remember hearing about 7A and 7B getting PE class in offline school. My classmates yearn for a PE period too. Big Daddy J (he wants to be called that) and his friends want to play football. Pradhi probably wants a good basketball session. I would choose a great badminton game. Plans are in motion. Big Daddy J scripts a letter. Geetha Ma’am plans to talk to Aparna Ma’am and Jyotsna Ma’am and Carol Ma’am. And we cross our fingers and hope and I tell my classmates, “If we are lucky, this will be a new post for sure. One in ve...

Monday wasn’t interesting even for me, Maybe the occasional unintentional joke which cracks me up too much. But otherwise Monday has its blues which colours the day with different shades and each shade shows a different side of the day. On Monday, Akshat is behind me Manit on my right Vedant on my left. I’m surrounded by boys one of them who is very troublesome yet the other kids find him nice. I shake my head and wonder whether I’d be able to survive if I had a class like this. Akshat keeps calling Manit repeatedly Manit calmly ignores him. Then Akshat pokes me  and I turn around The teacher isn’t in class so it’s fine. He tells me to call Manit and I see through his plot plainly and tell him to bother me some other time. But he takes it like I meant it and on Tuesday, he still pokes me shoulder asking me to call Manit I tell him he is close enough to call him. I wish he didn’t irritate me so much but the irritations are usual. Monday is weird. Aadita, Akshat and Manit are talking...

Writer’s note:   Whatever happens in this story is based on 100% true events. A few embellishments, perhaps, but really, it’s literary license. I am doing this for entertainment. Enjoy! I attended offline classes on Wednesday, 16th February, 2022. And the events of one particular period of this day has been chronicled by me in this post.  Let me take you back to the fifth period, Art. Carol Ma’am was teaching the class. Since it was mostly free, I took my time to finish a sketch of Varangi Jha. Just then, Aadita, who had been sent to the Art Room to get the T-Shirts my classmates had block-printed in fifth grade, returned with a big bag and took out shirts. The girls and I immediately crowded around to see them. We handed them out to the students and left the rest in a shelf. Then, on a bid, my classmate, who calls himself Ash, asked Carol Ma’am, “Ma’am, can I take a walk around the school?”  Ash says things like this, and the whole class is used to it. Carol Ma’am knew t...