Paper ***** flew around the classroom

masquerading  as a cricket ball

Hit as hard but managing to hardly go anywhere

The chaos in the class would soon end,

as the diminutive figure will walk in, book in one hand

Prying eyes trying to catch the laggards

shuffling back to their seat and

pretend to be very obedient and behaved lot.

The pinch, the hit on the arm with ruler, or the words

will bring about absolute silence,

masking the transient pain and shame,

that will soon followed by snickering comments and giggles

from those who escaped this time by their agility or luck.



The pencil boxes will soon start to play multiple roles,

like the actors in a play on a tight budget,

Transporting bits of papers with probable clues to the

questions put forth, the wrong answer to which,

could lead to repercussions of varying degree..

Like standing outside like a flagpole,

but failing to act as a deterrent to us incorrigible lot.



Lunch time will be  like an oasis in the day of claustrophobic pedantry  

where the darwinian principles will be set to test,

hands drawn towards the most delicious tiffin boxes,

the rightful owner of which will be lucky to even find a morsel

But however mundane and monochromatic sometimes those time may be

Looking back its was all worth it

when we could pick after 3 decades later where we all left off

and engage in hours of debating, leg-pulling, sarcasm, enlightenment

not withstanding the boundaries of time, space and temperament.