If my parents had not bonded just as they did, I am sure. I would not here writing this carp. And like wise if your parents did not bond in a precise timely manner, you would not be here either to read this carp of mine. I do not know, at this point in life, whether I should thank my parents for bringing me to this world or to scorn at them for bringing me out here just because they wanted to bond at that precise time.
Over the last forty years of my life, I have been through every single possible thing that a man of my age should have undergone. In school, I was punished for playing truant, my butts covered in a million prickly nettle stings. I was incarcerated under the floor of my classroom for blowing my nose behind Choden’s back and letting loose those slimy grease all over her beautiful checkered tego.
I was also a very inquisitive kid in the block. Thanks to the abundance of time and will power, I knew exactly what the great White chief would be doing at that precise time…dozing on the table with his head on the school dictionary, and how it felt sneaking quietly in his office and stealing a comic book form the shelf. Back at the white chief’s house, I knew how to relax in his arm chair in more than twenty different positions and on his bed in approximately thirty more and the best I knew how to appreciate a really good fart be it yours or mine.
I had a friend called Sangay (commonly called Sanja). He had to be Sanja and all people with names like that have to always be a Hap. Sanja was a good boy, immaculate and hard working. My befriending him was not for any particular reason, but I could bully him to do my homework and say “present sir” during the class attendance. He enjoyed mimicking my voice and would in variably be caught as always and land up pulling his own ears in one corner of the classroom and squatting and rising raging like my family bull.
Saturdays always meant fun. Every boy or a girl would be sent to collect firewood. While the students in groups disappeared into the woods across the river, the teachers would conduct their weekly meetings. The forest would be filled with boisterous noises, some singing and some shouting across to each other. For me, it means a grand long nap amongst the sweet smelling pines and some drudge would be collecting my firewood.
I was made the school house captain by the amorphous, choleric and irascible great chief after vetoing in the meeting. Later, I was told that my selection was not based on any merit, but my speed in a running around the football ground which even, amazed the stray dogs around the hostel.
One day, I came across a group of small children discussing something in hushed murmurs. They told me that a new girl’s warden had just arrived in the school. Even at such a tender age, these brats had the cheek to discuss how pretty and affluent she looked. After sending them to the study hall, I went back to the hostel. The next day, very early in the morning, I went to urinate near a bolder with my eyes half closed and just as I was about to complete the ritual, I heard a sharp voice from behind. I threw a glance in the direction and lo…stood the new girl’s warden looking at me as if her eye were about to burst. Without a second glance, I darted in the direction I was facing never looking back.
Back in the class, the math’s teacher was sick and so the new lady warden walked in as a substitute. The moment she entered, the fragrance emitting from her body filled the classroom. Her insouciant air lifted my heart. She was so beautiful, no wonder even the tiny brats had her on their gossip agenda. She was young and looked so voluptuous and charming. Her smile, and the way she looked at us is unforgettable. Some bigger student would lean on the desk supporting their chin with the palm of the hands and would immediately go into a deep reverie. Much later, I heard that she slapped another fellow teacher for trying to get closer to her and that ended my wild dreams.
"There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real! "
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