Showkat
07-04-2013, 08:35 AM
I did not like my school because there was Hitler. That Hitler was no one else but my teacher. He would teach us maths. Most of the students were very afraid of him because he was really a tyrant who had made the school his concentration camp. Most of the students would not come to the school for days together only because of him. I also wanted to leave the school but my parents were against that. They wanted to make a doctor of me. They would think that I can become a doctor if I continue my studies in the same school. But I was just feeling myself a live fish in a hot pan.
I always hesitated to go the school. But my parents would always compel me. The time of 9am was a nightmare for me because it was a school going time. I always tried to hoodwink my parents at the particular time. I would hide myself in the store room, in the barn or sometimes under the bed. Sometimes I would feign illness. But my family members hardly would pay any heed, because they were aware of my nature and my apathy towards the school.
The day came I really fell ill. I had very much pain in my legs. At 8:30am I told my father about the pain which I was feeling in my legs. There were my siblings who were doing home work. They told him that I was pretending. ‘Yes I know all,’ replied my father. I swore and cried. I swore in order to make them believe that I was really ill and I cried because I had pain in my legs and also because of their indifference.
I was ordered to leave for the school which I strongly denied. ‘’I am dying of pain and you do not believe, don’t you feel anything,’’ I cried.
But they laughed. I pleaded them to let me sit, as I can’t walk. But I was slapped and kicked and was ordered to wear the uniform and was dragged out of the room. I pleaded again and again and was trying to convince them that I have not feigned illness this time. But my weeping, crying and pleading did not move the hearts of my parents. They showed their obstinacy. I picked up the bag angrily and left for the school. My eyes turned red because of weeping. My tears failed to move the hearts of my parents. My parents thought that I was not ill but just pretending. I limped out of my home. I heard that everybody was laughing at me as many spectators had gathered in the compound of my home. I even heard the laugh of my parents which really hurt me. I fell at many places while limping towards the school. I kept a very slow pace. I had crossed about half km. Yet the school was 1km away. The pain became more severe. I fell down forth time and everyone who were walking there looked at me. ‘’what has happened to the boy?’’ they asked one another. One among them ran towards me and tried to help me. ‘’What is the matter dear?’’ he said to me. ‘’I am ill and have a very much pain in my legs, my parents think that I am lying and they don’t believe me,’’ I said to him while wiping my tears with my sleeves. The man who was perhaps himself a father sighed after listening my tale. He advised me to return the home. But I did not dare. He left and I was still there. It was then about 11am and there was a very little movement of the people because of the summer’s intense heat. After sometime I found my father coming. I trembled because of fear. I stood up, tried to run but fell down. He approached to me. My whole body was shivering.
‘’I have pain, don’t beat me, I will go to school, but don’t beat me,’’ I begged while crying. He sighed a deep sigh. He was ashamed and hugged me and took me home.
Whole day I was in bed. The chemist gave some medicines and I recovered from illness. I was looked after carefully and was served with boiled eggs and mutton chop. Next day I was ok but I was in no mood to go the school. I tried to feign illness but I thought, no, next time.
I always hesitated to go the school. But my parents would always compel me. The time of 9am was a nightmare for me because it was a school going time. I always tried to hoodwink my parents at the particular time. I would hide myself in the store room, in the barn or sometimes under the bed. Sometimes I would feign illness. But my family members hardly would pay any heed, because they were aware of my nature and my apathy towards the school.
The day came I really fell ill. I had very much pain in my legs. At 8:30am I told my father about the pain which I was feeling in my legs. There were my siblings who were doing home work. They told him that I was pretending. ‘Yes I know all,’ replied my father. I swore and cried. I swore in order to make them believe that I was really ill and I cried because I had pain in my legs and also because of their indifference.
I was ordered to leave for the school which I strongly denied. ‘’I am dying of pain and you do not believe, don’t you feel anything,’’ I cried.
But they laughed. I pleaded them to let me sit, as I can’t walk. But I was slapped and kicked and was ordered to wear the uniform and was dragged out of the room. I pleaded again and again and was trying to convince them that I have not feigned illness this time. But my weeping, crying and pleading did not move the hearts of my parents. They showed their obstinacy. I picked up the bag angrily and left for the school. My eyes turned red because of weeping. My tears failed to move the hearts of my parents. My parents thought that I was not ill but just pretending. I limped out of my home. I heard that everybody was laughing at me as many spectators had gathered in the compound of my home. I even heard the laugh of my parents which really hurt me. I fell at many places while limping towards the school. I kept a very slow pace. I had crossed about half km. Yet the school was 1km away. The pain became more severe. I fell down forth time and everyone who were walking there looked at me. ‘’what has happened to the boy?’’ they asked one another. One among them ran towards me and tried to help me. ‘’What is the matter dear?’’ he said to me. ‘’I am ill and have a very much pain in my legs, my parents think that I am lying and they don’t believe me,’’ I said to him while wiping my tears with my sleeves. The man who was perhaps himself a father sighed after listening my tale. He advised me to return the home. But I did not dare. He left and I was still there. It was then about 11am and there was a very little movement of the people because of the summer’s intense heat. After sometime I found my father coming. I trembled because of fear. I stood up, tried to run but fell down. He approached to me. My whole body was shivering.
‘’I have pain, don’t beat me, I will go to school, but don’t beat me,’’ I begged while crying. He sighed a deep sigh. He was ashamed and hugged me and took me home.
Whole day I was in bed. The chemist gave some medicines and I recovered from illness. I was looked after carefully and was served with boiled eggs and mutton chop. Next day I was ok but I was in no mood to go the school. I tried to feign illness but I thought, no, next time.