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Well…school is over – and when I say over I don’t mean that vacations are on but what I mean is that it’s over – my board exams are almost done which means that I just have one more day to go to school – for my biology exam on the 25^th of March.

 

Sigh!

 

Just one more day of wearing the school uniform. It’s over now.

 

So, like any other guys who would miss his school days, I was just looking back and recapitulating all those sweet and sour experiences. It was then, that this little incident struck me and I decided to share it with you guys.

 

Its one recent event and so very fresh in my head.

 

December last year was one busy month for my school. We had organised this gigantic school concert, in which we have put up the Broadway version of the Disney classic “The Lion King.” It was a huge event and the actors and the choir worked out for months and months. The drama was put on for a period of six days and the audiences included not just the students and their families but the general public and obviously celebrities were present as well.

The School prefects were given the duties of ushers.  Now, as I was the House Captain, I too had some job to do in the concert! 

The concert would start from seven in the evening and we all would report to school at one in the afternoon coz it took time to get dressed as animals for the play – put on the make up and get a final rehearsal. The school would provide every participant, prefect and student helping with sound and stage, with lunch and since the program ended sometime in late night, we would also get dinner. Plus we all would get orange buns anytime we felt hungry.

 

It was these buns around which the incident revolves. Every day there would be surplus buns which would be left. Each morning a fresh supply of buns arrived and so the buns from the previous evening had to be thrown away. It was one of my closest friends and a co-prefect Roshmi who came up with this indigenous idea that we should give all the remaining buns to the poor and beggars. Now India is still a developing country and there is no dearth of beggars if we know just where to look (although I must add that the number of beggar is steeply declining). Dear Roshmi was worried that off late she had not been a good girl and may be a bit of social service would help to put her name in God’s good books!

 

So she, I and a few of our friends spoke to the teachers regarding this matter and the teachers were so overjoyed to see their young boys and girls growing into such responsible citizens. They allowed and so our group set out with a carton of leftover buns on one fine afternoon before the practices could start.

 

But look at our luck. We all live nearby and we were pretty aware of where could we find the beggars but some how on that afternoon all the beggars seemed to have vanished all together. We walked a long stretch of road and could not find anyone whereas on any other day one could easily spot three beggars in their typical and fixed begging spots.

       

I suddenly remembered that a huge fair was going on in the nearby grounds and I suggested that most probably all the beggars have shifted there centre as more people would notice them there. Everyone agreed and we set off to the fair. And look at our miserable luck – we could not find even a single beggar there either. Poor Roshmi became upset that now she continued to exist as a bad girl unable to do any good and pious stuff. 

 

But every dog has his day and soon we spotted one extremely old man crouching in a corner begging for money. Overjoyed, we all rushed to him. First he got startled and scared when he saw a bunch of six youngsters rushing towards him. We spoke to him in the kindest of voices and asked him to take the buns. But… but… but… look at our misfortune once again when that old man said in an almost illegible whisper that he had no teeth left and so would be unable to take those buns!

 

All hope lost we decided to return and feed the buns to the stray dogs instead. But our day was not yet over. A young man with a tired looking face came up to us and said that he needed our help. He said that he had come here for some work and he told us that he needed to get to a place soon. He asked us where is the bus stop located and then he asked us if there is any restaurant around here as he was hungry and tired. Roshmi got her little chance and pounced upon the man and said that since the closest eatery was a bit far away he could take some of the buns. And even before he could say anything we handed him some buns and ran off in full speed. I wish I had just looked back once to see the face of that man.

 

Oh! That was some experience coming from a bunch of seventeen year olds who suddenly started behaving as five year old kids. How can I ever forget this experience?

 

Believe it or not but every detail in this post is true.   

 

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