The English Period Spot Jump Competition

Well this happened when I was in class seven. I was in class vii-c( you’ll understand the importance of this statement as u read on). Chaitali ma’m used to take our English class. She had this strange habit of looking out of the window and wandering off to a dreamland which meant that everyday before the English class we closed all the windows. That, of course, never deterred ma’m. Once Ajesh went to the extent of even writing on the board “work hard to dream big”, Chaitali ma’m never gave a damn to such statements!! Then it happened! It was just another English class. Ma’m was looking out of the window and was venturing deeper into dreamland and the class was in its normal state of complete turmoil. A few were playing a new form of cricket with jumping balls. And right in front of the class “the English period spot jump competition” was going on. The rules were very simple One had to stand at one end of the board and without a run-up jump as far as one could with the ultimate aim being to cover the whole length of the board. It was the final that day. Prateek and Avra were THE guys fighting it out for the ultimate honor! Souvik and I were the referees, I checking that no body overstepped while Souvik deciding the length of the jump. Prateek had had a wonderful jump, almost covering the length of the board and now it was Avra’s turn. It was a matter of huge prestige Avra being the defending champion. With all concentration and facial expression of an Olympic athlete Avra jumped. What a jump it was. Not only did he cover the whole length of the board but he went well ahead of it an fell down with a very audible thud.Of course Chaitali ma’m didn’t see the jump and didn’t flinch on hearing the sound. She had experience of much louder noise!! People were just starting to get up from their seats in order to congratulate Avra, who was lying flat near the door, when the door opened .Avra, still relishing his great feat hadn’t noticed the door open and got up like a champion and faced the door. And there standing on the doorway was our very own MR Arora, the principal. Avra fell down once again with a louder thud this time. Suddenly the class had gone completely silent. Chaitali ma’m never accustomed to that kind of silence in her class looked in our direction to find out the reason behind our wonderfully benevolent behaviour. In the meantime most of us had managed to get ourselves back to our seat with the exception of Avra who was lying down on the floor in front of the principal like a Greek martyr! Chaitali ma’m on seeing the look on our faces understood that something was happening on the other side near the door.she looked around and immediately understood what the problem was.The words that came out of her mouth were truly legendary “ Sir, this is a class”!!! What followed next is history. In between the conversation between ma’m and the principal , Avra somehow managed to return back to his seat crawling on all fours!! Ma’m got a solid thrashing from Mr Arrora. And when it was finally the moment to leave Ma’m asked us to inform to class 7-c about the homework she had given to us. Once again it was the brave Avra who informed her very sweetly that she was standing in 7-C!!!