Maha's musings

 After what seemed to be 10 minutes there came out a shriek, "Ma'ammmmm...." I entered the class, keeping a poker face, battling with excitement.  "What?" I asked as if I didn't know why he shouted. "Hey, see here! Ma'am has come in the newspaper!!", announced the boy whom I had scolded just then. The happiness in his voice was priceless. Within seconds, almost half of the class gathered around the paper, as if that was the one and only paper available in the whole classroom.  I banged on the bench once, twice and stopped realising that it was ineffective. But their screaming was so unbearable that I went straight to the epicenter— the last bench where the boys had surged into a mob. When I reached there, they showed the paper to me and started asking numerous questions, half of which I hardly remember now. It took some minutes together for me to calm them. I expected them to read the article and appreciate the content. But they seemed too exci

Finally it was the time... I headed to the class fingers crossed, anticipating sheer fun. When I entered the class, all my expectations turned poofff.... Not even a single person was having newspaper at hand. The entire classroom was in a spree, juggling with their projects. Some were drawing lines and tables, some were pouring over their study materials, some were wrapping the project notebooks and some were battling with the spirals. Though I was feeling up, the very ambiance sickened me. The specks of rice and crumps of edibles were found scattered throughout the first desk.  And not even a single soul gave damn to clean up the mess.  And I also spotted the news papers left unissued on the ledge. It worsened my anger. "Can't you people even issue the newspaper during reading hour? Do I have to give you reminder everyday?....bla...bla...bla... " I went on and on, forgetting everything else.  The students, as always cooled me down within the wink of an eye. From nowhere