My dad informed that we are getting transfered to tuticorin. I went to my school for the last time to get the testimonials and say adieu to my classmates and teachers. Ryaz, wished me best of luck.
I always had internally admired his physical ability to run 100 meters, 400 meters, and even in the daily evening football matches. All through the past two years, my only target is to beat him. But everytime I manage to improve to his levels, he just reaches the next level by an inch, dumping me at the second position. He is a rustic fellow, doing some maniac things. One day, he found a tablet in the football ground. He instantly put that in his mouth and swallowed. He is also insane in dressing sense and he always comment on girls. I'm forced to maintain a distance from him as his behaviour may damage my name. Incidentally, I scored better in Acads than him, but second only to Anand. I was never a studious fellow, but my inquisitiveness to get answers for my scientific thirst and my selfishness to impress girls put me at the second place in acads. But I was the undoubted first in impressing the fellow girls and my teachers especially madam Ratnam. Madam Ratnam, the science teacher (must be in her in mid 20s) was a stunner. She was fair, approx 5ft 5inches, well built with distinct features and doesn't need any kind of makeup (She hardly wore any). She wears traditional colourful sarees with matching blouses. I generally get bored in the classes but when it comes to science, I'm the most alert and watchful of the students. She had those rare eyes that perfectly speak what she thinks in mind. Most of the time, I replied back in the class room or reacted, only to her gestures in eyes, followed by her concieted smirk. While her maturity in conduct, the natural beauty and the confident radiating personality put her as one in millions, the sexiest thing about her is her full volume rosy lips. I will die to kiss in her lips. I used to come in my dreams almost every day thinking about hugging or kissing her. I had to admit, I did not know "what is fucking" then at around 13 years of age, but a strange attractive force was overwhelmingly existed. Though she behaves the same way to me like she does with my fellow classmates, but, I always felt there is something more between me and her.
My depth of knowledge in practical science and a keen afficianado spirit was envied by the guys while the girls are impressed by the same. One day correspondent announced for giving the names who are interested for participating in the district level chess championships. I had learnt chess from my mom and dad, as that was the only game they played to pass their time in home. As I came to know that madam Ratnam is going to escort our school students to the tournament, I immediately enrolled my name. After a brief evaluation, I was sitting next to Madam Ratnam in the van heading to the tournament. The good background knowledge in chess and the motivation from Madam Ratnam, What else I need to win the tournament. I went on to reach the finals and finished second in the districts. Achieving second had become a law of life to me. The correspondent and madam ratnam was very happy, that our school has got a pride to celebrate - the second position in the district. The correspondent threw a party in her grand house. She introduced her son sidharth and her daughter dharini. They were studying in the district's Crème de la Crème school, not in her own school. I peered in to her house, and a feeling of opulence filled in to my mind, emotions, heart and every where. Dharini, at 6th std, had a figure to die for. She looked taller and elder thanks to her structure and her skin were softer that silk. This rosy innocent beauty, joined in our school next year. May be the correspondent had gained confidence about her school. I was one year senior to her. I really does not involved myself too much with her, that I was already preoccupied with my science teacher. I was eventually made into school monitor, that year. A consipiracy built up in Dharini's class involving her. Being the monitor of the school, I intervened in to the issue. Stalin, a classmate of dharini had proposed to her. Dharini also had accepted his proposal, but both of them unaware of the physcial as well as political consequences. Some of my classmates appreciated his guts, (1. He has proposed, 2. He has proposed to the correspondent's daughter.) The issue had become the gossip of the year. Almost every semi-adolescent student from fifth standard to eight standard know about this issue but had not leaked to the management yet. I managed to approach stalin and adviced him to be away from her. He retaliated and even my friends retaliated to me, that love is the right of every body here, and they also told that I'm envious of him as stalin had proposed to the beauty of the school. I felt a mass movement in the school supporting stalin and his love. People suggested lot of tips to stallin and dharini for them to plan a great escape one day. The spirit gradually digested my soul also. I started feeling that I'm also a part of the mass, supporting the conspiracy against school management, (that also mean my favourite science teacher).
Our emotions sometimes behave wild and strictly make us follow a path that is absolutely incorrect. The guitly feeling to follow the bad route becomes the line of encouragement and compels to continue in the path, till getting caught or punished. The kleptomaniacs, and all kind of maniacs are the victims of such guilty emotional drives. This also sometimes happen in group. This mass spirit, have the spirit to convert ordinary fellow beings to martyrs, though the end result is always obvious. This phenomena, I have witnessed many times during religious and political combats.
At eleven'o clock, I along with Ryaz, and Anand were called upon to the correspondent's room. When I tread in the room, I saw stalin was crying at one corner of the room, the Physical Training teacher had bet him strong enough that he won't forget the blow till his death. A strange fear arised in my heart. May be I also deserved that kind of blow for supporting the conspiracy. I understood the reason. Correspondent enquired at me looking straight at my eyes, "Razigan, Don't you know this? WHy didn't u come and tell me... " We got released with few scoldings. In the lunch time, I was called upon by Madam Ratnam. When it comes to madam ratnam, I'm the sweetest behaved child in the world. Madam Geralda (the English teacher, in mid twenties, dark, lanky but yet attractive) was seated next to Madam Ratnam, while madam ratnam with grunt face, enquired me about the same subject, "Razigan, When do u know about this issue?" I replied "3 weeks back". She got shocked, because the most authentic information she had got about the proposal was 2 weeks back. She with her witty looks, "It means, you were one of the very few to know about this issue very early." I nodded. She continued "Razigan, U used to come to me for pencil problem, duster problem and all kind of petty things.... but how come you managed to keep this away from me. I trusted u a lot and you ..." Her eyes spoken then. I was bit skeptical, whether the science teacher is giving warning about the petty advances I made to meet her or she is appreciating my responsive behaviour except this nuissance. I stammeringly blurted, "Madam, as this is a love matter, we thought that...",
"We? OK.. thought what"
"the management will definitely appose the issue, which is incorrect."
You mean to say, "We need to encourage love and all nuissance in the school? Are we coming here for that? Do ur mom and dad is spending so much of money for getting official training in Love?....... And afterall what is ur age? 12 or 13..., "
Madam Geralda interfered with her naughty question, "Ok razigan, let me know What do u know about love?", with a witty smile in her face. I felt like getting ragged by two teachers now. What I know about love was hugging and kissing beautiful girl. But I didn't answer. I was afraid, to lose my good image. I was afraid, I might loose marks in exams. I was afraid, the teachers may inform my parents about this conspiracy. Suddenly my heart became heavy and I felt like crying.
Madam ratnam sensed that, and she couldn't see her favourite student crying. she came up, close to me, very close to me, fondly stroking my cheeks and said "Razigan, Don't waste ur energy and mind into these kind of things. You have a great future." , I politely nodded, keeping my head down, as I subtly peering at the beautiful breasts of ratnam madam, I got to see for the first time, so close. The strong aroma of her body made me feel dizzy. She allowed me to leave. Beyond this, there were so many incidents, that followed till the end of the year. But now, it is time to leave to Tuticorin. May be, this is the last time, I might see my favourite science teacher, my class mates in my life.
Everytime you get transferred to a new place, you really get an opportunity to wipe out the embarrassments / failures happened and start a new life with a clean image. It's a big responsibility to take your life to another platform of success. But inspite of the concious efforts, we endup doing the same and facing the same. ( Will be narrated later.)
I really wonder where are they now and what they are doing. Do they ever think about me? I had no touch with anybody later but I had spotted Ratnam madam once. After 4 years, I had to come to madurai for visiting one of my relatives. When I was returning back in an Auto to the busstand, the auto stopped in a traffic signal. I saw Madam ratnam was standing on the side of the road looking for an auto, with her husband and a year old kid with her standard representations of her marraige. She was just standing 3 feets away. I did not see much of change in her but I know that, I have changed a lot. I have grown a feet more and had become a handsome youth (at 17 yrs). Considering that many students come and go every year for her, I am simply unrecognizable. I reserved back as I thought this would be silly for me to go now and introduce about me that I am her student four years back etc... and what's the point in doing that now, especially when her husband is standing nearby. She suddenly noticed me looking at her. To my surprise, she instantly recognized and called out for me by name, just when the signal went green and the auto moved on. I smiled at her and said good bye in guestures, while she gave me a "you brutus" kind of look in her eyes.
I felt content in my heart, the waves had really existed between me and her.
I always had internally admired his physical ability to run 100 meters, 400 meters, and even in the daily evening football matches. All through the past two years, my only target is to beat him. But everytime I manage to improve to his levels, he just reaches the next level by an inch, dumping me at the second position. He is a rustic fellow, doing some maniac things. One day, he found a tablet in the football ground. He instantly put that in his mouth and swallowed. He is also insane in dressing sense and he always comment on girls. I'm forced to maintain a distance from him as his behaviour may damage my name. Incidentally, I scored better in Acads than him, but second only to Anand. I was never a studious fellow, but my inquisitiveness to get answers for my scientific thirst and my selfishness to impress girls put me at the second place in acads. But I was the undoubted first in impressing the fellow girls and my teachers especially madam Ratnam. Madam Ratnam, the science teacher (must be in her in mid 20s) was a stunner. She was fair, approx 5ft 5inches, well built with distinct features and doesn't need any kind of makeup (She hardly wore any). She wears traditional colourful sarees with matching blouses. I generally get bored in the classes but when it comes to science, I'm the most alert and watchful of the students. She had those rare eyes that perfectly speak what she thinks in mind. Most of the time, I replied back in the class room or reacted, only to her gestures in eyes, followed by her concieted smirk. While her maturity in conduct, the natural beauty and the confident radiating personality put her as one in millions, the sexiest thing about her is her full volume rosy lips. I will die to kiss in her lips. I used to come in my dreams almost every day thinking about hugging or kissing her. I had to admit, I did not know "what is fucking" then at around 13 years of age, but a strange attractive force was overwhelmingly existed. Though she behaves the same way to me like she does with my fellow classmates, but, I always felt there is something more between me and her.
My depth of knowledge in practical science and a keen afficianado spirit was envied by the guys while the girls are impressed by the same. One day correspondent announced for giving the names who are interested for participating in the district level chess championships. I had learnt chess from my mom and dad, as that was the only game they played to pass their time in home. As I came to know that madam Ratnam is going to escort our school students to the tournament, I immediately enrolled my name. After a brief evaluation, I was sitting next to Madam Ratnam in the van heading to the tournament. The good background knowledge in chess and the motivation from Madam Ratnam, What else I need to win the tournament. I went on to reach the finals and finished second in the districts. Achieving second had become a law of life to me. The correspondent and madam ratnam was very happy, that our school has got a pride to celebrate - the second position in the district. The correspondent threw a party in her grand house. She introduced her son sidharth and her daughter dharini. They were studying in the district's Crème de la Crème school, not in her own school. I peered in to her house, and a feeling of opulence filled in to my mind, emotions, heart and every where. Dharini, at 6th std, had a figure to die for. She looked taller and elder thanks to her structure and her skin were softer that silk. This rosy innocent beauty, joined in our school next year. May be the correspondent had gained confidence about her school. I was one year senior to her. I really does not involved myself too much with her, that I was already preoccupied with my science teacher. I was eventually made into school monitor, that year. A consipiracy built up in Dharini's class involving her. Being the monitor of the school, I intervened in to the issue. Stalin, a classmate of dharini had proposed to her. Dharini also had accepted his proposal, but both of them unaware of the physcial as well as political consequences. Some of my classmates appreciated his guts, (1. He has proposed, 2. He has proposed to the correspondent's daughter.) The issue had become the gossip of the year. Almost every semi-adolescent student from fifth standard to eight standard know about this issue but had not leaked to the management yet. I managed to approach stalin and adviced him to be away from her. He retaliated and even my friends retaliated to me, that love is the right of every body here, and they also told that I'm envious of him as stalin had proposed to the beauty of the school. I felt a mass movement in the school supporting stalin and his love. People suggested lot of tips to stallin and dharini for them to plan a great escape one day. The spirit gradually digested my soul also. I started feeling that I'm also a part of the mass, supporting the conspiracy against school management, (that also mean my favourite science teacher).
Our emotions sometimes behave wild and strictly make us follow a path that is absolutely incorrect. The guitly feeling to follow the bad route becomes the line of encouragement and compels to continue in the path, till getting caught or punished. The kleptomaniacs, and all kind of maniacs are the victims of such guilty emotional drives. This also sometimes happen in group. This mass spirit, have the spirit to convert ordinary fellow beings to martyrs, though the end result is always obvious. This phenomena, I have witnessed many times during religious and political combats.
At eleven'o clock, I along with Ryaz, and Anand were called upon to the correspondent's room. When I tread in the room, I saw stalin was crying at one corner of the room, the Physical Training teacher had bet him strong enough that he won't forget the blow till his death. A strange fear arised in my heart. May be I also deserved that kind of blow for supporting the conspiracy. I understood the reason. Correspondent enquired at me looking straight at my eyes, "Razigan, Don't you know this? WHy didn't u come and tell me... " We got released with few scoldings. In the lunch time, I was called upon by Madam Ratnam. When it comes to madam ratnam, I'm the sweetest behaved child in the world. Madam Geralda (the English teacher, in mid twenties, dark, lanky but yet attractive) was seated next to Madam Ratnam, while madam ratnam with grunt face, enquired me about the same subject, "Razigan, When do u know about this issue?" I replied "3 weeks back". She got shocked, because the most authentic information she had got about the proposal was 2 weeks back. She with her witty looks, "It means, you were one of the very few to know about this issue very early." I nodded. She continued "Razigan, U used to come to me for pencil problem, duster problem and all kind of petty things.... but how come you managed to keep this away from me. I trusted u a lot and you ..." Her eyes spoken then. I was bit skeptical, whether the science teacher is giving warning about the petty advances I made to meet her or she is appreciating my responsive behaviour except this nuissance. I stammeringly blurted, "Madam, as this is a love matter, we thought that...",
"We? OK.. thought what"
"the management will definitely appose the issue, which is incorrect."
You mean to say, "We need to encourage love and all nuissance in the school? Are we coming here for that? Do ur mom and dad is spending so much of money for getting official training in Love?....... And afterall what is ur age? 12 or 13..., "
Madam Geralda interfered with her naughty question, "Ok razigan, let me know What do u know about love?", with a witty smile in her face. I felt like getting ragged by two teachers now. What I know about love was hugging and kissing beautiful girl. But I didn't answer. I was afraid, to lose my good image. I was afraid, I might loose marks in exams. I was afraid, the teachers may inform my parents about this conspiracy. Suddenly my heart became heavy and I felt like crying.
Madam ratnam sensed that, and she couldn't see her favourite student crying. she came up, close to me, very close to me, fondly stroking my cheeks and said "Razigan, Don't waste ur energy and mind into these kind of things. You have a great future." , I politely nodded, keeping my head down, as I subtly peering at the beautiful breasts of ratnam madam, I got to see for the first time, so close. The strong aroma of her body made me feel dizzy. She allowed me to leave. Beyond this, there were so many incidents, that followed till the end of the year. But now, it is time to leave to Tuticorin. May be, this is the last time, I might see my favourite science teacher, my class mates in my life.
Everytime you get transferred to a new place, you really get an opportunity to wipe out the embarrassments / failures happened and start a new life with a clean image. It's a big responsibility to take your life to another platform of success. But inspite of the concious efforts, we endup doing the same and facing the same. ( Will be narrated later.)
I really wonder where are they now and what they are doing. Do they ever think about me? I had no touch with anybody later but I had spotted Ratnam madam once. After 4 years, I had to come to madurai for visiting one of my relatives. When I was returning back in an Auto to the busstand, the auto stopped in a traffic signal. I saw Madam ratnam was standing on the side of the road looking for an auto, with her husband and a year old kid with her standard representations of her marraige. She was just standing 3 feets away. I did not see much of change in her but I know that, I have changed a lot. I have grown a feet more and had become a handsome youth (at 17 yrs). Considering that many students come and go every year for her, I am simply unrecognizable. I reserved back as I thought this would be silly for me to go now and introduce about me that I am her student four years back etc... and what's the point in doing that now, especially when her husband is standing nearby. She suddenly noticed me looking at her. To my surprise, she instantly recognized and called out for me by name, just when the signal went green and the auto moved on. I smiled at her and said good bye in guestures, while she gave me a "you brutus" kind of look in her eyes.
I felt content in my heart, the waves had really existed between me and her.
