A week after the vocations, it was time for the tuition. It was really like someone taking food from a hungry person. I was not interested in learning anything. Despite that, I was trying to invent Omnitrix so that I could transform myself into different aliens and be a superhero and save the world for the schools. Ads by Eonads
“Zayin, get up…” Abu was calling me but I was not responding to anything to him till he pulled off my bedding from my body and said “Get up and
get ready for tuitions immediately. Today is your first day and don’t dare to
miss it.”
In dreams, a child is always in his own world, not in the world
governed by others. I opened my eyes properly, rubbed them and got up. I got
ready for my tuition after breakfast. Picked up my bag, seek permission from
my parents, and rushed to the tuition.
The tuition centre was more than three kilometres away from my home.
I catch up in the vehicle and went to the tuitions.
The first day was the introduction day to the tuition center. On that
day teachers would praise themselves and the tuition centre to make students
stay with them. On the second day; the management realised that some classes are very
dense and some are such free that they can absorb two classes in the same room. On the third day, management keeps the class seventh (which I belong to) and the class
ninth in the same room because the content of the students was very low. Class sixth was on the ground floor and I was
still with the memories of my previous class. I entered the sixth and looked
here and there and examine that my classmates were missing. “Oh!” I said to the
class blushingly, “Sorry, I was still in the thoughts of sixth.” Everyone
laughed and among them was a mature man’s voice. I took a look inside to
recognize the voice; it was our science teacher.
He grabbed my hand as I tend to leave with the axioms of
confusion on my face and took me to my class. I well could see that I was late.
Class nine was engaged in Urdu class and seventh was engaged in English.
“May I come in sir?” I seek permission from the English teacher and
he let me in. I slightly moved to the back and sat there. You can say about
that place that; that was the union set of class 9th and ours. The
only thing I use to do the entire day in my class was to sleep with my eyes
open and sometimes to reply to the teacher by “Yes sir!” that day, till that
incident went very long. I attended both English and Urdu classes right after.
Then we had to attend the math, which was a nightmare to me. I know every bit
of a moment precisely of that day.
Right on the arrival, the math teacher introduced himself,
though I have no guess what his name was, or is. And then he came to the topic.
“So kids, what is our today’s chapter?”
“Construction, sir…” All the students scream as the teacher had to
teach from Jupiter. I don’t know why the students use to scream without any
reason, he is in front of you, you can make him understand gently too, or we
have a class representative who can talk on the behalf of the entire class. But as
he tended to teach, I grasped that he was the kind of person who wasn’t much keen
on every student, the only thing he wants was “Yes sir!” from students. I
wanted to do something other than Math to overcome my desire for sleep. I was
bored too much and wasn’t able to handle that. Looking to my left side, I found
a friend of mine who was Math-bored-person like me. On my single look, he
understood what I mean. We had a rough notebook and pen in hand, so we start a
game namely Word building. It too was
though boring, but as compared to Math, it was fun.
Our class had just begun and class ninth concluded their Urdu
lecture. As the Urdu teacher concluded and left the class, we had started our
third try at the game. As we were playing, two girls of class ninth set
themselves aside to relax. One of them pays her attention to us. She
observes that the teacher was teaching something to us and we were playing word
building. She turned to us and said as she was our two-year-old friend. “Hay!”
she said “what are you doing?” she continued by that very old line, “your
parents pay for this you know?”
“So? Do you want me to say them to pay you?” I said to her not
looking at her and in a very sarcastic mood.
“Just care about your parent’s money. They work hard for you.”
She continues “Attend classes well, so you will get the best ranks and let your
parents feel that they have invested their money over the right thing.”
I looked at her and replied, “We get our best ranks. If we don’t
join class, there will be no failures to encourage toppers.” I said as I was a
topper in my class.
My gaming friend stood silent and the girl too. We stop playing
and unintentionally pay fake attention to the class. The class didn’t last for a long time. After solving some questions, the teacher left the class.
Then it was our free time. There was no teacher in the room and
the class was on the crunch. Everyone set itself engaged to the group it
belongs to, but I belong to none. I never had such a friend from my class who
could make me feel the flavour of friendship. I was alone and pretended to be
normal and relaxed with the cold in my heart. I looked to my left and
observe the same girl talking to another one. They were too playing a game, but
General-Knowledge-game. I was gazing at her quietly. Her way and discipline of
taking were not common, not every girl is the owner of such discipline. Her
behaviour towards strangers was like the behaviour of a best friend to its best
friend. Her voice was literally different like someone had played Beethoven’s
Moonlight sonata, even something higher.
“…So what is it?” she was asking me something.
“What?” I said, pretending that I hadn’t understood the
question.
She laughs a little, narrowing her pearl eyes,
and said “do you know anything about the Bermuda triangle?”
I waited for a second and said “Something that has three sides!”
considering that to be a normal triangle.
“Ok…” she and her friend swiped the situation into laughter and
continues “What is your name?” with the nonstop laugh that was caring for the
discipline.
“A... Zayin,” I said in a very nervous way. She approaches her
hand to me and said “I am Sahira.” I hesitated to, but I took my hand to her.
We shake hands and she said, “So, we are friends now?”
“Of… Of course, we are.” I said in a totally different
tone because no one ever had behaved to me like she did. Anyone whom I would
call a friend was only because I knew their name and they knew mine. Everyone
would desert me, and that is one of the most uncomfortable parts of my story.
“That’s great. I like to make new friends.” And then
she looks at her friend and said “Oh. Meet my best friend Ziya.”
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi,” she replied.
Then we three start to play their game
‘General-Knowledge-Quiz.’ At the questions coming to me, I was hardly able to
answer any. Mostly my guesses would work.
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