It was the beginning of a new session in school. Ms Abhilasha gathered her music notes, the ones that she had been using for nth years on end. Today was going to be the first class with III A. Her drill was set. She would write the lyrics on the board and ask the girls to copy them in their note-books. Thereafter, she would ask them to sing each line after her. They would repeat the song a couple of times and then…
‘I already know the girls,’ she thought. ‘I know the ones to be picked up for the choir. I must start right away with preparations for the annual day.’
With these thoughts in mind, she made her way through the corridor. She paused at the door and threw a cursory glance at the girls. The room was buzzing with activity. The girls were busy chatting with each other.
Ms. Abhilasha had a reputation for being strict. Twenty-five years of teaching had taught her some vital lessons. She was old school and the concept of co-learners didn’t appeal to her.
‘Experience is the key,’ she would say.
Her eyes suddenly fell on a new face. A slight creature sat in a corner seat and was looking out of the window. Ms Abhilasha hadn’t seen her before. ‘New admission,’ she thought.
In the meantime, the girls spotted her at the door and the chitter-chatter ceased. They stood up in their seats as Ms Abhilasha made her way to the teacher’s desk. She gestured them to sit down. She did not ask for introductions, not even from the new girl. She would anyway find out later on.
Without wasting a moment, she started the drill. The girls had a fair idea of what to do, having been her students for two years now. The new girl whispered to her friend and as instructed began to copy from the board. Once done, Ms Abhilasha asked the girls to sing after her.
She had a very soothing voice, quite unlike her persona. The girls repeated after her- once, twice and then thrice…
It was then that she saw the new girl peeping out of the window. This was enough to enrage her. But the girl was new. So, she decided to let her off with a warning.
However, this did not deter the little girl to do as she pleased. Asked to stand in her place, she kept shuffling from one leg to the other. Her eyes looked glassy with boredom. In between the humdrum, she leaned over the table and kept looking around. This was too much for Ms Abhilasha to tolerate. Children never dared to misbehave in her class and here was a chit of a girl acting funny.
Ms Abhilasha lost her cool and asked the new entrant to step out. She told the latter that her behaviour was uncalled for and asked for an explanation as to why she did not join the others in singing.
‘I don’t like the song. I feel it is rather slow and very boring,’ was her prompt reply.
Such outrageousness was unpardonable. Were teachers ever supposed to be questioned? Such disobedience and the audacity to call the class dull! A precedence had to be set.
‘I think Ms…what’s your name…okay, whatever. We need to go and see the principal right away.’
‘These shenanigans don’t work in this school. Try your mischief elsewhere.’
‘Do you ever tell your mother her cooking is boring? How dare you…’
The entire episode was then narrated to the principal. The rule of thumb was an apology which the eight-year-old did accede to.
‘I am sorry. But… I just mean to say… that… I…I was… just being honest.’
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