A.1 Ramu ne jhoot bhola kyunki.(Ramu lied because.)
Q.2 Ramu ne kyu dhoodh nahi laya?(Why didn't Ramu bring the milk?)
A.2 Rame ne dhoodh nahi laya kyunki’.(Ramu didn't bring the milk because.)
I glanced around the class. Yup everyone was still writing. I sharpened my pencil (again). And then finally Asif teacher said , “ Time over..enuff..submit the test books.”
I grabbed my book and made a sprint for her table. But I was late. Four books had already been kept. But nevertheless, I made sure the remaining twenty eight were placed over mine. I hoped she wouldn’t reach mine before the bell.
Contrary to all expectations her frail hands whisked away like a machine, ticks and crosses ( mostly crosses). Suddenly she stopped.
“ Who is this duffer?”
It was for me like those strange moments in life when I get premonitions...(like how you know the phone ringing is going to be for you...or when you feel someone's looking at you and turn around and see someone's actually looking at you...or when you when you have a deja vu..)I knew it was mine, but I wasn't going to admit it...yet.
But some bummer piped in:
“ Nithya..teacher it's Nithya's.”
Strange. Blessy happens to be one of my best pals now. How do old time enemies become best friends for life? ...eh..so where was I..Yeah. Asif teacher and Blessy were the reason I was a 'duffer' at Hindi.
But of course, there was my brother again. I have understood from life that the greatest thing of being a sibling is, you learn to not get spanked for the same reason your elder bro/sis did. My bro was a dud at Hindi just like me. Sadly, he was the one who had to pay for it. Before every exam, my father would ask him to bring his books to the table to teach him. When my father was teaching, he would have no traces of the cute lovely humourous Pappa we knew of.. Like Dr.Jeckyll turning to Mr.Hyde. When I heard my bro whimper, I would shiver. That was enough to make me mug up an entire lesson in a jiffy. And so I was unscathed, left to study myself.
I looked at my empty peanut cone. Poked my finger in it to make sure not a single nut was left uncrunched... managed to get half a nut. It tasted of bitter salt and the influx of iodine made me think: “Damn! I chose not to learn it. The blame game is easy.”
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For a moment I thought he was mocking me. The bus was starting.
“ How much for that Hindi book?”
“Here. Give me fast.”
I smelt the new book. I love the smell of new books. Flipped through the pages. Turned to the back of the book. It had the icon of Balaji Publications. It stated in bold black:
By languages we are many, but as nation we are one.