Sunday, December 19, 2010

Days in clas 2 - I

I have been very busy lately. Cudnt get the time to blog. I realized a few days back that i fall into the category of "wailay masroof" loog. Always free but dont have time just because of this lovely "beroozgari" thing.
khair lets start wid the days in class two. In my whole educational career i dreaded going to school in class 2 only. My teacher's name was fatima subhani, an Indian teacher. She looked like a vampire, a wicked witch or some sort of evil hag to me. But to others she was a normal another hard working teacher. And in my personal opinion every one despised her but were not brave enought to show it. Except me. Not on her face of course, but at her back :P
There always used to be a quaid e azam day function in our school. And for that function our lovely miss fatima came up wid a "wonderful idea" of a tablo.( it was called as a tabloo in our school) and for that she started picking up the girls. I was willing to take part in it. But that evil thing didnt pick me. She selected, as far as i remember, 8 girls. They were supposed to wear white frocks, the kind of dresses princess's wear. And if i am not wrong they were also given crowns.
The worst part that kept me nagging was that my neighbour sidrah sameed was selected :(
and these girls used to rehearse almost daily. Some lines from their poem, which they had to sing, and unluckily i cudnt forget were
we shall over come
we shall over come
we shall over come one day..
there will be peace
there will be peace
there will be peace one day...
and i dont remember the rest. How did the function go, i didnt have the slightest clue. To be honest i always thought that it sucked!! But heard that the balloons they all were holding bursted !!! hehe
What else i remember about class two.. lemme think.. oh yeah!! how can i ever forget that, in class two i was first ever being hit on face.
Mrs subhani had a problem. she cudnt control her temper. While having red marks on my note book i always used to have red finger prints on my face!!!
Then i plucked up some courage and told this to my mum. I was even scared to tell my mom. and then my mom complained to the principal. Later on she got fired or left it never became obvious. The teacher who replaced her was mrs shazia subhan. She was lovely. Very gentle wid us.
When she was the class teacher my "being talkative" self was revived!! And because of talking too much she made me sit wid a boy named muzamil, who kept on telling me how "zaberdast" his color pencils were. There was a girl in our class her name was Amna farooq. she was beautiful. She was tall so i used to call her amna baji.LOL One of my class mate, a boy. came up to her and said "amna i love u" hehe. She got so pissed off that she complained to the teacher. And miss shazia was shocked to hear that a 6 or 7 year old boy cud say this to a girl!!
well thats all i remember.