She is so
beautiful. So amazing. So pretty. Quintessential. Just like Aladin’s Jasmine. Why
does she look like that! I can’t concentrate on my work. She enthralls me like
Doraemon. (I know I am a big boy but I do love Doraemon.) She dons herself with
such beautiful accessories. Her tinkling smile and glittering eyes make me go
gala over her. She already has big wary eyes but at times she puts that black
thing as an outline. That’s so disturbing, you know! Above all, her eyeballs
keep scrutinizing everyone at work. Her turbulent gaze misses none. Well, I am
glad for that. That way, she notices me. Why did God made her with such
captivating prowess? Either she paid him a million dollars or he had a crush on
her. What else could be an apt reason!
My heart
wishes to be her confidante. My kidneys wish to be her Rajma Chawal. My lungs
wish to be her Pepsi. My brain wishes to be her brownie. My intestines wish to
be her snakes (She pets them. Valiant na!). And a complete ‘I’ just want to
look at her. Daydream her.
I never want
to go to a prison. They don’t have beds with fluffy mattresses. And the pillows
too. But if there’s a prison where I can all day just, just, just stare her,
then today after lunch I’ll murder Ram.
I so envy
that fat butt Ram. He is always running behind her as if she gonna fetch him
Cheesy pizza. I really don’t like to accept this fact but yes, they both mingle
very well. He’s intelligent after all. They are almost each other’s favorite. Bloody
Ram! I hope his jeans get tighter day by day. And that Mahi! Why is she adored
by her? So what if she has a beautiful name, I could have it too (only if my
parents asked me). My name is Shankey. And our peon’s name is Shankar. So, at
some ugly times of my life, because of my name-that-is-already-a-pet-name name,
I am called as ‘Shankar’ and Shankar as ‘Shankey’. That lucky dude.
Oh, just look
at her setting her floral dupatta. She ain’t able to. I wish I were a girl. I
could have then moved towards her carrying all my little elegance and skeptical
fingers. Of course, I would have boosted up my fingers for they are totally
useless but today, they were going to perform their maiden important action of
their lives. Unfortunately, I need them because my eyes can’t do that. Damn
Universe. Alas! She did it herself. Oh, but hold on! She’s coming here. Towards
me. I should pretend working. Working hard. Oh no! I can’t find that irritating
stick that I have to hold all day and doodle. What do we call that? Whatever. I
got it. I borrowed it from Meera. She’s dumb. I would never lend my holder to
anyone no matter what. Because if it’s gone for once, it’s gone for forever.
Here she
comes. My heart is beating loudly like Tiger’s. Tiger, my dog. Oh, she’s here.
By the way, why is she coming here? May be just to say a Hello, though she
never says that. My hair. Shit. My shirt is half out. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t
go to the washroom now. She’s coming. She has come.
“Shankey,
have you done your Maths Homework? The addition sums that I wrote in your notebook
yesterday?”
“Umm.. no Miss.
I was ill. I didn’t get them. Will you teach me today after recess period?”
“Oh, poor
boy! It’s okay. Come to staff room after recess. Okay?”
“Okay Miss!”
Ram can be
murdered later. But Rosy Miss needs my attention today. And so do the addition
sums. J
PS- Now you
know why I don’t do my homework.
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