*Note: I wanted to narrate an embarrassing and awkward situation where I was locked in a toilet as I goofed up between Push and Pull but since my friend Pradita penned such a hilarious incident around Toilet, I didn’t want to repeat myself, so here I go…
Before you jump your guns let me finish the title. I “WAS” a compulsive liar as a child when it was about home work (that’s it). I loathed it. I preferred scanning books and digesting the content rather than filling pages (I wasn’t an environmentalist either😂) except for mathematics, because that’s the only way to practice that practical subject.
In that wake my notebooks were always (more or less) incomplete. For example if an exercise had five questions I would submit the work with three. Rest decoration scores. But I had a trump card up my sleeves that I played really well for years. I was an asthmatic patient as a child that kept me absent quite often from school. With such health issues it showed on my outwardly appearance, I was feeble, lean and thin. So whenever homework was demanded and i knew it was incomplete, that used to be time for Lights, Camera, Action! I woul act naive with a face drawn long saying ” Mam, I wasn’t well, couldn’t finish my homework, I am sorry” and would smoothly escape from their wrath as my teachers loved me immensely. I am thankful for their love.
A lie is a lie nevertheless and this time I was in soup.
But curtains were drawn soon to my act. I was in seventh standard, it was English class, notebooks were on teacher’s table. Notebooks were coming back to students with remarks and signatures. And it was then my turn. Pages were being turned, so are the colours on my teachers face before it finally settled at red. And I knew that I was caught and game over. There was a huge difference in handwriting. My mother finished my notes as I was really down with fever. She only wanted to help me. She used to do it for me whenever I was unable to attend classes but this time it was directly in notebook. Bad decision or decision turned bad but purely bad luck.
My English teacher was furious this time and she didn’t finish yet as my science teacher along with my Hindi (Indian language) teacher entered the classroom and soon they knew the reason for their colleague’s flaring up tempers. They had same set of complains to make. It was like 123 Jet Set Go! “Her notebooks are never complete, everytime she has same excuse. Bring us your other notebooks” pat comes a booming sound and the bad day was getting worse. Story was same. I had just one notebook where as the second one was happily laying eggs at home that fateful day. I felt cornered with shame. It was so embarrassing that I wished either it was a dream or if I could travel back in time and finish my notebooks with my own handwriting.
Being a bright student and one of teachers’ favourite I never faced such a flak and that too in front of the whole class. I couldn’t lift my eyes from ground but could feel another 39 pair (correction – 42 pairs) of eyes fixed on me. And to make the matter worse my science teacher passed an ordinance ” you are not going anywhere till you finish your work”, she was stern fortunately to be softened little later.
I learnt that day that one shouldn’t overuse the “Sympathy Card” till it tears away leaving you embarrassed beyond words could explain. But I am fortunate enough that my teachers don’t remember me for that incident. They have fond memories of me.