Kitna chain hota hai na sachchai mein?
Did the above sentence strike a cord? For me it certainly did and that’s why I’m writing about it!
After an hour of brainstorming, I came up with this one lie which kept me restless for days.
When I was in the 9th grade, I had an iPod. It was a birthday gift. Crazily, all my iPods have faced a tragic end and this one was no exception.
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13th February 2009…
In the afternoon, I had a fight with my brother for the study table and after a little screaming I stormed out of the room. I sat in the hall on the computer table to do my homework. My iPod was distracting me by staring at me with a huge collection of songs in it, so I flipped it into my school bag and focused on my homework.
14th February 2009…
It was lunchtime at school. As I opened the front chain to lay in my lunch box, I saw a green light blinking. I was shocked to discover that I had forgotten to take my iPod out of the bag before coming to school. As you can see the date, the bags of all the students were to be checked to see if they had anything which was not admitted in the school, namely, roses, gifts, chocolates and anything which could relate to valentine’s day.
So after conferring with one of my friends, Suraj, I decided to submit my iPod to our Head Mistress, with whom I was on good terms, and take it back when I leave for home. So, I went down to her office, told her about the iPod and put it in the last drawer of her table, showing it to her before I departed.
The rest of the school hours went by in a jiffy and I headed over to her office to take my beloved iPod.
To my horror, when I opened the drawer there was nothing in it besides some papers. The head mistress seemed as shocked as I was. I asked her where was my iPod. She stated she had no idea. By this time, my legs were shaking with fright and I was on the brink of breaking down. I continued searching for it here and there and so did the headmistress but it wasn’t found. I was advised to go home, after a long search. I walked home with shaking legs.
On my path home, I had decided I cannot tell mom about the iPod just yet. What if it is found later and there is no need to hear all the scolding she was going to do when I told her about it. Hence, with a strong heart, I decided to hide it from everyone at home.
15th February 2009…
I walked into the headmistress’s office straight after the morning assembly. She asked me if I found the iPod before I could have asked her. I just sat on a chair and asked her to bring me my iPod. Suraj knew about it as well, and he was standing by the gate. She stated that they’ve searched and they couldn’t find it. The head PTI showed me some other gadgets confiscated by the staff from other children to ask if any of those was mine. I was told to check the bags of every student in the school if I wanted, but what good it could have served? The thief mustn’t be keeping it in his/her bag till today. Till the final bell rung, I kept hoping to hear from the office but no news came. I didn’t want to go home.
I walked home with tears pouring down my face. I can’t tell anybody, I resolved. Not another iPod. Mom will definitely kill me if I lost it. I can’t possibly tell them that one more iPod was sacrificed by me. So I kept mum about this issue. I didn’t tell anybody about the iPod. Whenever mother asked where was the iPod, I used to reply coolly, ‘Yahi kahi hoga’ (Must be somewhere here). Since our exams were overhead, mom was happy that I wasn’t wasting my time with the iPod. I was glad that she had forgotten about it.
But as there’s a famous saying in Hindi that “Bakre ki maa kab tak khair manayegi, kabhi to churi ke neeche aayegi” meaning “It doesn’t take long for the goat to survive, sometimes it will be cut by the knife”. My Eid came as soon as my exams got over.
One month later…
Mom went on asking me the whereabouts of the iPod and I kept avoiding the truth. But my insides were boiling to spill the beans to at least somebody. I found solace in my elder sister (first cousin). I told her the truth after taking a promise of not telling anyone about it. But.. (Refer the above saying again)
She told her mother about it and the hell broke loose… for the headmistress. 😀
My aunt was convinced that it was not my fault that the iPod was lost. It was the headmistress’s fault.
And after a few talks with the headmistress, she compensated the money equal to the cost of the iPod personally. I was super happy to get my iPod back, although the head mistress never seemed happy to see me after this incident. 😀
After a month of this incident, my mom got to know about this little scandal of mine and gave me a good scolding, but nonetheless, a burden on my soul got off.