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Oh, boy!



              There are some people who seldom vanish from our memory(for that matter, some incidents, too!). Even those from the distant past of our school-days. Like this brat in my class, whose face I vividly remember to this day! The look of evil mischief, like Dennis the Menace, writ large in his tiny brown eyes, and the  supremely puerile brain ticking every minute in his head is remembered even today by my batch-mates!

              He was the Huckleberry Finn of our class, since as far back as I can remember. Right from the nose-wiping, kindergarten-going, oily-faced 6 year old,  to the whistling-at-the-girls high school-going 15 year old. Wonder how his mother tolerated him!  Maybe she was the one responsible for all the coarse behaviour he exhibited throughout his school life.  No offence meant to all the mothers out there, who sweat and toil their entire lives to bring up well-behaved children.

            All he had to do was pass some idiotic comment, and the boys would burst out in un-suppressed  giggles and guffaws. That annoying boy! And, his jokes were always tinged with a ribaldry kids found highly amusing. Although, I wonder how many of them understood the meaning. Frankly, I didn't. But, I always had that strong feeling that it was all filthy talk dripping out of a filthy mouth.

           Each day, as I walked to school, I would wonder what new joke he would have up his soiled and sweaty sleeve. I also secretly hoped he would get the sound thrashing he so deserved, and, that too, from our new (and very strict) Principal. That would put an end to his uncouth behaviour. How we had tolerated this character all these years! We deserved some peace (and revenge) in return of his sickening conduct!

          And, as they say, that every evil has an end, the day arose, when Mr. Finn would ultimately visit the Principal's cabin! So, on that fine day, our class teacher, Mrs. Jacobs had been late in arriving to our class.  The morning prayers began, and we girls stood up, hands folded, lips moving to the prayers played on the speaker. The boys, as always, giggled and sniggered, pulling at our pig-tails and teasing the last-benchers no end.

         Just then, to our utter surprise and shock,  Goliath - our Principal - decided to walk on tip toes through the corridors - an exercise I wished he had followed earlier. Only if  he had maintained a suggestion-book for students to jot down their complaints and suggestions, this is one thing we girls would have proposed, long ago!  Anyway, so, there he was, striding towards our class, unbeknownst to the boys (we got a glimpse of him from a window in our corner).

         We waited with bated breath as his footsteps fell stealthily, one after the other, as if in slow-motion. Well, at least, I was imagining it all in slo-mo! So, there he was, approaching us from behind, when at the perfect moment, Huckleberry let out a stream of newly-learnt expletives, loud enough for Goliath to hear. Our hearts thudded (I could actually hear  every girl's heart thud!)as we  waited to hear a down-pour of scoldings. And, oblivious to it all, Huck went on and on, entertaining his chummies and basking in his fifteen minutes of fame.

        No sooner  the prayers were done and the class settled down than Goliath entered our class wishing everyone a very good morning. What? That's all? Would he be just wishing us a good morning? Won't he be grabbing the mischief-monger by his collar and dragging him all the way to his cabin for a good round of pastings? We all wondered. When, like prayers answered, his voice boomed, "WHO WAS THE BOY DISTURBING THE CLASS DURING PRAYERS??" 

         The  pin-drop silence that followed was deafening. Until, Huckleberry, with all the confidence and mischief he could muster, stood up and pointed out to the quietest boy in class. "He is the one, Sir! He is the one, who passes comments and disturbs us all day!"  Baah! Fat lot of good that lie would do to him! For, Goliath knew who the real culprit was! Thankfully! He uttered not one word, but, simply moved towards Huck, grabbed him by his hair and shouted right into his face!

       "I KNOW IT'S YOU, YOU SCOUNDREL! You are coming with me this very second! You need to be taught a lesson, for sure!"  Huck stood dumbfounded, shivering like a leaf in autumn! Ah!  That day I learnt the meaning of the words sadistic pleasure. We all had prayed for this very scene taking place in our classroom since years, and finally our wish was being fulfilled! Huckleberry Finn was hauled to Goliath's cabin (the Torture Chamber) to face the  music and learn a lesson for life.

       Well, hopefully for life!
        

       
The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.
This week's prompt: Phrase prompt: Fifteen minutes of fame, fat lot of good and face the music.


       

                

Comments

  1. This was a fun read, Shilpa! What a monster that boy was! Glad he got what he deserved in the end. He is definitely well etched in your memory, isn't he? Don't you wonder what he's doing now? Then again, maybe not!

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    1. He seems to have changed his ways, Cat! Actually, his wife brought about this miracle! :))

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  2. You know, Shilpa, this post of yours took me back to my school life , actually a specific day when something quite like this happened.....Our Huck was also caught, only difference it was a she :)

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    1. Hehehe! I guess, we all have had a he/she Huckleberry in our school life!

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  3. That was one naughty boy!! Good the principal found him!Nicely done. Hope he was not real, must have been a handful!

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    1. Well, Inderpreet, it's part fact, part fiction. And, this guy was quite a handful! :)

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  4. Ha ha - serve him right. Some boys think they can get away with bad behaviour every time. Can just imagine what happiness you guys must have felt.

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  5. Hahahahaha - felt I was right there with you in the classroom dear Shilpa:-) Very lively and fun read --- I had a boy in my class- could have been this ones cousin I guess:-) Oh boy!!!

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    1. Hahaha..sure must have been, ELi! You find such characters all over, torturing innocent kids like us, all the time! :))

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  6. Liked your style of writing.....:)

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    1. Thank you for visiting, Sunaina! :)

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  7. ha ha fun read Shilpa. While on transporting one back in time...for me its music. Some old songs bring vivid memories rushing back.

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    1. Old songs make for the best memory revivers , Nisha! Better than such nut cases like Huck, for sure! :))

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  8. Huck appears to have been a very unpleasant boy indeed. Wonder if there was a deeper reason to his bad behaviour, one obviously that kids would not have understood :) A rather different approach from you, Shilpa. Glad to see you exploring new styles!

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    1. Guess he was one thoroughly pampered boy, being the youngest of his siblings!
      Thank you, Shailaja! Am trying different styles..and hoping I do it well! :)

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  9. we all have that one mischief maker in the class who always end up in Principal's office :) Nice narration.

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  10. Haha.. that was fun to read!! we all have these kinda boys somewhere around us, in school, college, neighborhood, coaching..and all of us are familiar with this !

    Cheers

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    1. :)) Yes, Geetika, we all do! They all were crafted in the same mould, I think! :)

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  11. Waah! I was reminded of my school days. I was named Lion Kind just because my school bag had a picture of Mufasa and Simba! Boys, I tell you! Such a fun read, Shilpa :)

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    1. :) haha, Lion King, Shalini! It sure was a better name than some others which kids get..
      Glad you liked it! :)

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