Memories

Rahul’s forcing me to write a blog today {blackmailing more likely} and well I decided to write the incident with Sabiha ma’am in 10th grade, i.e, on 27th October 2007 {I am not lame enough like Rahul to actually remember the date it’s just that I maintain a dairy and I am just copying straight out of it}. Here goes
The last period on the Sunday {again from the diary} was English and my English teacher was Sabiha Rizvi. My class was the worst class in the history of 10th {quoted by 4 different teachers…..nice}. No one could control our class and Sabiha ma’am wasn’t exactly strict. Well she was teaching….something and Jitesh had a doubt. Since it was a rare occasion she went with full enthusiasm. On the last row Daniel and Mishal were sitting and Pankaj and I were sitting in front of them. We were laughing at some joke or something when Daniel in his excitement leaned forward and touched {very barely} Sabiha madams’ dupatta. We were laughing really hard but I just noticed her turning around so I took Pankaj’s head shoved it inside the book {literally} and pretended to actually read the lesson. She turns around and see’s Daniel and Mishal looking at us and laughing. First she was trying very hard to control her anger and asked in a small and quivering tone, “Wh..ho touched my dupatta?” Daniel’s no longer laughing and barely managed to ask what. She lost whatever self-restraint that she had and blasted {mind blasting} out. I Don’t exactly remember what all she shouted {busy laughing couldn’t listen} but it was something about getting Daniel’s mom and having boys touching her erand then how it was in her day an how her grandfather trained her in manners and how he taught her Urdu and went on deviating more and more. She then looked like she would kill Daniel then and there. By this time Pankaj and I stopped laughing. She then asks us if we saw it. Thanks to my last second pulling we survived {Even she called me Goldie…great}. She then took our textbooks {meant to take our notebooks but since we didn’t have any….} and asked us to write an apology letter to her and a letter to the principal saying why we were so insolent {this was the first time I heard of the word, wonder what it means…}. Don’t know what happened to those letters but Daniel survived due to Israr sir actually believing his part of the story that the dupatta was stuck on the table and he just removed it {I mean how dumb can you get}. Well this was the story hope you were dead bored by it.
P.S.-Rahul I am not doing this so frequently again wait till I get a good story to write about. And Asian Kung-Fu Generation Rocks and Uday is a big fat LOSER. Reply to ur posts-no way am I can keep posting daily my life is not that weird. I was nearly kidnapped 3 times not 5 {no idea how it makes a difference but still}. And tomorrow I am starting a revolt for the underpaid actor and script editor {me} of ur current blockbuster superhit “THE TELEPORTER”.
-Sameed'weasel/brownie/panda/goldie...'Ahmed