It was a normal school day and I was expected to stay back after school, for the 'Literary Club' selections. This particular club was divided into four parts:- The Orators' Club, The Writers' Club, The Book Club and lastly The Actors' Club. I attended 'The Writers' Club' selections. I ate my lunch in haste and headed to the room where the particular selection was going on.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling. First of all, I had to miss my athletic selection. My House Master was disappointed when told him that the 'Literary Club' selection was on the same day, but I decided that it would be better to miss the athletics selection as I knew I was better in writing.
Secondly, it was the fear of not getting selected. I didn't know what was to be done, and neither did I know how good the other writers were. Despite that I held the urge to run away. One of the English teacher entered the classroom we were sitting in. She asked all the club members except for the The Writers' Club members to head to their respective classes. Two of my friends, rather classmates were there for the selections too. They never contributed much in writing for the school magazine or anything like that, neither were they appreciated for their writing, so I really didn't know what they were doing there. I knew they were just passing their valuable time.
The teacher after looking at the number of students, asked us to write a short story in about an hour. A lot of time, that I knew, the only problem was that I was never successful in my story writing. Besides the only time I wrote a complete story was when my fifth grade English teacher asked me write a story, that to when I was in fifth grade. Story writing then was comparatively easier, as you could write about talking animals and monstrous pirates, but now I needed a moral. The story had to be sensible. How was I, a person who had never written a successful story, going to write a story?
I kept thinking and thinking, I stared and the walls which looked so dull. I saw my friends scratching their heads and biting their nails(abominable). I kept drinking water till I was out of it. I saw the ink on the wall which had dried up. Except for the indignant roars of the athletes outside, it was quiet! I needed to pay more attention to what I was doing. Why couldn't I concentrate? Then I wrote a heading, which I simply wrote because I had no story. 'The Best Man Known' it read. Then suddenly an idea struck me!
I know an idea can change your life, but is it necessary that it should change your life in a good way? No one ever mentioned that. My idea however, changed my life in a way every person expects it to, the good way! At last I got that story I wanted! Why the hell think about Euclid's postulates or Newton's laws of motion for a story? Especially when you've a school life, especially when you've knowledge about the modern school life, especially when you know all the moral things(even though you don't actually follow them)that you have been taught at school!
'One class was making almost all the noise in the school. It literally reached every corridor. Their subject teacher was absent.', I wrote the first few lines. Then I continued until I found a suitable ending and wrote it down. I was done! My masterpiece was finished at last! I submitted to the teacher who had talked to us earlier. She kept it in her folder for thorough reading later.
I took my water bottle to the cooler which was right next to the classroom we sat in. I read the above notice which read 'WATER IS PRECIOUS, DO NOT WASTE IT'. I was thinking why they didn't put any exclamation mark in the end. However, I left it to the higher authorities of the school to think about it. Besides, the exclamation mark would only make it catchy, nothing else! After filling my bottle to the brim, I took a sip of cold water. My throat felt good even though I was writing all that while and not speaking. I was thinking what the orators were doing, in the end I came to know they had to make their own speech and speak it out for a minute.
They had said that they would announce the results the coming Sunday and I happily boarded the bus which took me home. At home, I knew it was time to enjoy as it was a Thursday. So I did what nature expected of me. I went to play cricket with my friends and then I came back home and relaxed for the rest of the day.
Two days later, the results were still not announced, I didn't bother to ask the teacher about the results, but I was still anxious. Not knowing the results made me think that I wasn't selected. It was a very distracting and unconvincing feeling that made me want to read the mind of the teacher who was doing the selections. After a few days, the result still hadn't come, but the feeling had somehow forgotten me or it could've been the vice versa.
On 29 May 2012, I finally got the results and surprisingly I was in! However, it wasn't an event. The teacher entered my Social Studies class and called out my classmate's and my name. We walked to her and she told us that my friend had been selected for The Actors' Club and I had been selected for the The Writers' Club. She also told us that we had to attend a meeting the very next day, after school!
Excited as ever, the next day I attended the meeting with great delight. She told us to keep few things as a secret, so I won't be mentioning everything. However, I would tell you about the website she told us to make, rather she told another boy to make. We kept discussing about that, and we also discussed about the ways we could advertise our website. It is not yet ready, but it will be ready soon! After that we were asked to attend the inaugural of the 'Debating Society' which was a new club in our school. Quite a few people including our school principal spoke about the 'Debating Society' and its aims. I listened to everything keenly.
After the inaugural we again came to our meeting room and discussed other things. After the exciting meeting I headed to the bus which would soon take me home, and this time being a Wednesday, it took me to a place where instead of entertaining myself, I'd have to do all my stupid, irrelevant and unnecessary homework!
Hasta la Vista,
K
It wasn't a pleasant feeling. First of all, I had to miss my athletic selection. My House Master was disappointed when told him that the 'Literary Club' selection was on the same day, but I decided that it would be better to miss the athletics selection as I knew I was better in writing.
Secondly, it was the fear of not getting selected. I didn't know what was to be done, and neither did I know how good the other writers were. Despite that I held the urge to run away. One of the English teacher entered the classroom we were sitting in. She asked all the club members except for the The Writers' Club members to head to their respective classes. Two of my friends, rather classmates were there for the selections too. They never contributed much in writing for the school magazine or anything like that, neither were they appreciated for their writing, so I really didn't know what they were doing there. I knew they were just passing their valuable time.
The teacher after looking at the number of students, asked us to write a short story in about an hour. A lot of time, that I knew, the only problem was that I was never successful in my story writing. Besides the only time I wrote a complete story was when my fifth grade English teacher asked me write a story, that to when I was in fifth grade. Story writing then was comparatively easier, as you could write about talking animals and monstrous pirates, but now I needed a moral. The story had to be sensible. How was I, a person who had never written a successful story, going to write a story?
I kept thinking and thinking, I stared and the walls which looked so dull. I saw my friends scratching their heads and biting their nails(abominable). I kept drinking water till I was out of it. I saw the ink on the wall which had dried up. Except for the indignant roars of the athletes outside, it was quiet! I needed to pay more attention to what I was doing. Why couldn't I concentrate? Then I wrote a heading, which I simply wrote because I had no story. 'The Best Man Known' it read. Then suddenly an idea struck me!
I know an idea can change your life, but is it necessary that it should change your life in a good way? No one ever mentioned that. My idea however, changed my life in a way every person expects it to, the good way! At last I got that story I wanted! Why the hell think about Euclid's postulates or Newton's laws of motion for a story? Especially when you've a school life, especially when you've knowledge about the modern school life, especially when you know all the moral things(even though you don't actually follow them)that you have been taught at school!
'One class was making almost all the noise in the school. It literally reached every corridor. Their subject teacher was absent.', I wrote the first few lines. Then I continued until I found a suitable ending and wrote it down. I was done! My masterpiece was finished at last! I submitted to the teacher who had talked to us earlier. She kept it in her folder for thorough reading later.
I took my water bottle to the cooler which was right next to the classroom we sat in. I read the above notice which read 'WATER IS PRECIOUS, DO NOT WASTE IT'. I was thinking why they didn't put any exclamation mark in the end. However, I left it to the higher authorities of the school to think about it. Besides, the exclamation mark would only make it catchy, nothing else! After filling my bottle to the brim, I took a sip of cold water. My throat felt good even though I was writing all that while and not speaking. I was thinking what the orators were doing, in the end I came to know they had to make their own speech and speak it out for a minute.
They had said that they would announce the results the coming Sunday and I happily boarded the bus which took me home. At home, I knew it was time to enjoy as it was a Thursday. So I did what nature expected of me. I went to play cricket with my friends and then I came back home and relaxed for the rest of the day.
Two days later, the results were still not announced, I didn't bother to ask the teacher about the results, but I was still anxious. Not knowing the results made me think that I wasn't selected. It was a very distracting and unconvincing feeling that made me want to read the mind of the teacher who was doing the selections. After a few days, the result still hadn't come, but the feeling had somehow forgotten me or it could've been the vice versa.
On 29 May 2012, I finally got the results and surprisingly I was in! However, it wasn't an event. The teacher entered my Social Studies class and called out my classmate's and my name. We walked to her and she told us that my friend had been selected for The Actors' Club and I had been selected for the The Writers' Club. She also told us that we had to attend a meeting the very next day, after school!
Excited as ever, the next day I attended the meeting with great delight. She told us to keep few things as a secret, so I won't be mentioning everything. However, I would tell you about the website she told us to make, rather she told another boy to make. We kept discussing about that, and we also discussed about the ways we could advertise our website. It is not yet ready, but it will be ready soon! After that we were asked to attend the inaugural of the 'Debating Society' which was a new club in our school. Quite a few people including our school principal spoke about the 'Debating Society' and its aims. I listened to everything keenly.
After the inaugural we again came to our meeting room and discussed other things. After the exciting meeting I headed to the bus which would soon take me home, and this time being a Wednesday, it took me to a place where instead of entertaining myself, I'd have to do all my stupid, irrelevant and unnecessary homework!
Hasta la Vista,
K
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!well just so tht u dont tell me later tht i didnt find d mistake in ur blog,pls read thru d 6th para...tc.all the best!!
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