We Indians go to the temple of knowledge , thats the "vidyalaya" (School) taking a proper bath, irrespective of the weather , health and in my case WILL.. it was a common topic of debate in my house on the benefits of taking a bath and getting dirty at school . Duhh!!

newaz.. 14 th December.. 6 am or probably pm .. no no it must have been " am" .. obviously cause I had my school.. there would have been much lesser confusion had our beloved SUN preferred to prick in a few rays through the dense fog .. sorry ?? yess.. i said FOG !! i mean seriously ?? i was from Chennai .. where the sun never fails to dance.. i mean happily .. neither scorching nor lame .. just the right amount..BLISS..

Finally  mom entered my room .. me and my brother were sleeping.. he was on his vacation.. enjoying..
Mom pulled the upper part of the blanket.. calling out my name to wake me up..walla.. i wasn't there . She immediately pulled the lower part i wasn't there either.. then she threw away the entire blanket furiously.. alas.. there was the gem lying.. in the middle of the blanket .. rolled up like a doodle bug.. and cuddling against a pillow..

I was dragged to do my daily chores .. with the least interest I woke up and entered the bathroom with the touch of a single drop of H20 , the Hrithik inside me popped out ... for the first time i felt that dancing was suddenly coming to me naturally .. what more can you expect .. at 2deg Celsius.. torture !! on a poor .. aimless kid..

I sat down grumpily.. had my chocos .. the only thing i had liked in that day till then. and left for school .. after successfully winning the labyrinth.. there i was standing in front of my classroom.. mam called me in and i straight away rushed .. to "the dependable guy" and sat sheepishly beside him. To my surprise.. there were no classes that day .. GIFT FOR ME.. i had an excitement transition from ground to the last energy state probably .. like in an atom.. i was rejoicing from within.. but i kept my calm ... and bore an elegant smile on my face..

ma'am started briefing us on what was going to happen that day. she said.. the scholastic guys had arrived.. (not interested) .. and a "frame a story "competition was going to be held.. (not interested agen..). in which our class was going to take part..(really ?? who cares).. she had chosen the class representatives.. which she started announcing .. first was a girl called prachi.. she passed by .. i was watching her.. then she turned and gave me a look.. ok... change of stance.. n d smile changes into a grin. certainly u cant have that .. naive smile while a girl is looking at you... she passed back a smile.. and went.. 

next name was .. mr. dependable. i thought hmm .. not bad.. this guy definitely justifies his name..i gave him a pat on his back.. and with a "i-know-it-all" attitude.. wished him luck.. and watched the entire class with an attitude clad expression.. 

the final name was called "ANKIT ".. i heard it but tried to ignore it.. though my heart pounding ... and the slope of my smile .. decreasing until the dy/dx became equal to zero..  with the repetition of my name of a minimal of 3 times.. i looked straight .. towards maam .. it was like providing an option of getting slaughtered.. with only one option to tick on that was a YES !! i couldnt say a no.. as i had to make a mark and had to prove myself.. but i certainly couldnt say a YESS.. doomsday!!