The students who normally drift to sleep, occasionally droll or the much
hardworking ones do not have to sit attentively, trying their level best to
give an impression that they are absorbing everything that the teacher is
saying.
That is why these students make sure that in the absence of a teacher, which is
no more than the greatest gift and a sheer blessing for them, they enjoy to
there fullest. In fact, the scene witnessed when the teacher is not in the
class quite contradicts to when he/she is actually present. I think that the
wild attitude of the students in the absence of a teacher is fully justified.
After all, they have full right to enjoy themselves after having to struggle
with an extremely boring and an interminable lecture which sounds more like
double Dutch to them rather than any familiar language.
The room which is supposed to be a place to sit and acquire knowledge is filled
with all sorts of queer noises and one cannot stop swivelling his head in every
direction as wherever one sees, a fascinating and intriguing site meets the
eye. Furthermore, whenever any such peculiar site is seen, to many people like
myself, some very funny similes flash in the mind. But they seem to fit so
perfectly that one cannot help thinking of them. Like for example, there is so
much of chaos in the room that the class reminds me very much of a fish market
where you are quite baffled about who is the buyer and who is the seller.
Everybody is so engrossed in his own activity that no one pays any heed to the
poor house reps (I pity them, really!) who look like shouting shepherds and the
rest of the class like herds of sheep, each sheep too absorbed in munching away
the grass happily and therefore not paying any attention to its master. I
actually have all my sympathies for these helpless house reps who, in spite of
their shouting and yelling, are completely unsuccessful in suppressing the
deafening voices of the rest of the class who totally turn a deaf ear towards
them.
Their careworn faces can even soften the toughest man on earth as they seem to
reflect only one thing: What is going to happen to us if any teacher comes and
sees all this pandemonium. Surely it would be us who would be granted with the
most pleasant remarks from the infuriated teacher, the most common one being
the threat that their honour of being the house rep would be taken away.
Apart from the never ending miseries of the house reps, there is a corner of
these whole lot of critics who are analysing everything in general, starting
from the teachers mobile to a girls hairstyle. The comments exchanged among
them are so juicy that one cannot stop himself from eavesdropping until you see
their withering looks all turned to your direction.
After that, they further lower there voices and always keep an eye on you to
make sure that you are not lingering anywhere near them. Then the attention is
diverted to another corner solely dedicated to the monkeys of the circus who
are trying their level best to perform extraordinary feats in which they are
quite unsuccessful and look more like monkeys rather than professional acrobats.
In the middle of all this hustle bustle, one may encounter a pouch flying
randomly with a speed exceeding that of a bullet. Undoubtedly, this small
cylindrical pouch is fired by the sporty and teasing ones who are posted arches
at different positions ready to fire and catch on the slightest move. This
scene is garnished and is given a final touch by a girl screaming at the top of
her lungs demanding immediately to hand her beloved pouch back. She,
simultaneously, is moving her hands wildly in all directions, trying to catch
her pouch but unfortunately is unable to do so and the devilish smiles on the
arches is then noticed to be broadened.
Lastly, one may be lucky enough to notice two or three students who are
forcibly squeezed in one corner. Books in one hand and a pen in the other,
these students, in my opinion are the bravest of all as they are surviving on
the battlefield unarmed, without any scheme of defence. But it seems that they
actually do not care about what is happening around them, shut from the world,
these students are no doubt the future Einsteins (you never know, a formula for
a new kind of atom bomb may struck one of them while he/she is studying the
chemistry book). These students have the motto that they come to school only to
study and therefore, even a single second of their time should not be wasted
(Phew, What potential!). Anyone can get inspiration about how they are actually
concentrating on their work when such eye catching scenes are strewn all around
them.
These exuberant scenes being the witnesses of the exotic colours and vigour of
life fills you with an urge of exploration. The air around the class may be
very congested and highly suffocating. It may even seem as if the bulging doors
of the room will burst forth and the students will be flooding out. But it is a
wonder that in such a small room how you discover and unveil more and more ways
about how different people approach towards life.
