The Annual Day Function

Posted by: Naren on: May 27, 2008

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It was a glorious day for the school, festoons hung from every corner, the whole place was lit up, cobwebs that seemed as old as the spiders that built them were dusted down, the scraggly security guard seemed shaven for once, the bus drivers were seen washing down the buses assiduously, 1^st standard teachers were seen shooing the kids inside and asking them to stay quiet, the school choir killed time and others by rehearsing, the compere was seen scribbling something furiously in that ragged half sheet she had, the girls were heard asking others whether their dress looked neat, half the boys were seen trying to polish their shoes with the back of their pants, the other half were sullen faced as they imitated the earlier half and ended up with black marks on their white pants because their over-enthusiastic parents had polished the shoes for them, the lady teachers in the staffroom were seen looking at the clock intently and at the right intervals, take out their cosmetic box and powder themselves up, the male teachers on the other hand alternated between pulling their trousers chest high and occasionally taking the pocket comb and weaving through their pate, the gateman was seen with a weird hat that remotely looked like Maharaja of Jaipur’s footman’s regal headgear, one PT teacher was seen sounding off the latecomers, one more was seen checking whether her blazer with the DPS emblem was neat while the third leg of the triangle was running about enquiring about tea, lime juice and biscuits, the monitors were seen bossily eyeing their wards and sounding off best friends for swatting flies with a steel scale, the head boy was quiet in all this melee, overshadowed by the head girl of course, who evidently thought that the daunting task of maintaining decorum in the school fell upon her dainty shoulders, parents were seen getting itchy with their cameras, as they started shooting their wards at different angles, the teacher in-charge of decorations was seen draped with ribbons and festoons of various colors, that she looked like a talking rainbow, the maids were seen in silk sarees, comparing and discussing the prices of fake jewellery at the local bazaar, the microphone specialist was seen rendering his version of “Mike testing… Woane, Too, Three… Alo, Alo, chak chak…Mike testing…Woane, Too, Three” as the microphone went guiiiiiinnnnnnnn, some teachers who took it upon themselves to see that the chairs were arranged in a proper manner were seen discussing the distance between each chair and row and whether the 11^th chair in the 8^th row was a little crooked, the prettiest girl supposed to give away the bouquet to the chief guest was seen in front of a mirror at all times, the samosa man was seen selling hot samosas at exorbitant prices, the school sluts were heard discussing whether their skirts were a bit too low and their buttons a bit too high, the teacher who smiled at everyone regardless of who, what and when was seen smiling, the plump dance teacher was seen trying to show some steps to his protégés which ended in his falling down, the school couple was seen walking hand in hand and whispering sweet nothings into each others’ ears, the physics teacher was seen trying to make a move on the librarian with an interesting comment on the weather “Ah, sky!”, the librarian was seen laughing furiously at this, as her glasses fell off her nose and shattered to a thousand pieces, the math teacher was seen counting the number of chairs by hand, as he marked off each ten in his notepad, the vice-principal was seen throwing a tantrum about the seating arrangement on stage, as he was asked to sit next to the chief guest and not his wife, the principal was seen sweating his bald head off over a silly matter such as his AC going kaput, as the chief guest and his entourage entered the building accompanied by the clang and the clash of the cymbals and were led to the stage and as the evening’s function was about to start, the skies opened up and sweet rain fell.

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