Mass Bunking (II)
I said yes for
the mass bunk idea, but still had a doubt in my mind that some girls might
ditch us by coming to school after the break. Like me there were other girls
too who had the same question mark on their faces. We all asked each other and
vow promises not to come to school after the break, in this kind of situations
we must have some kind of assurance. By this we were bound just by a promise, this was the final thing which
made everyone settle down and think what they are going to do after bunking the class. we all would just sleep; because now we were assured that no one
will come.
Suddenly, Gunjan,
raised her hand and said that she won’t do that. I don’t know why people like Gunjan,
find pleasure being hated by others and why do they encourage a group of 40
girls to kick on their faces and throw them out of the class. Why people can’t
understand that there should be mutual understanding. Why to be so selfish and
put everyone in danger? Just to show off you are
the only sincere and obedient girl of the class. I had all these feelings running
in my mind. And I could see the same expression on all other faces.
The leader ( I
call the girl standing in front of the class) shouted, “ ok, fine then do
whatever you want to do. God is watching
that how you are troubling these students who are under pressure and need some
rests.”
That was not good
but it worked, maybe. Gunjan replied
that ok, she would come to school but she would sit in the library till 3 p.m.
There was a tide of relief in the class.
The lunch bell rang we all ran towards homes
and hostels respectively. I was happy, though it was not the first time that I
was bunking a class but it was my life’s first mass bunk. Maybe because of that
only I still had a doubt somewhere very deep inside. My instincts were telling me
not to believe them may be Gunjan was
trying to tell me that don’t bunk. But my mind was screaming that no one is
that good enough to tell you what to do and what not to, as you have your own
conscience. Why do I think so much?
I reached home ate
my food but didn’t change my uniform. I still had them on. Maybe I have trust
issues or whatever; then, my instinct was in doubt but now my soul, my mind and
every inch of my body doubted and tried to go school and check whether my mates
are loyal to each other. Can we trust them for future adventure? I shifted the
books of 2nd batch in my school bag and with my cycle off I went to school.
I could see the girls coming from hostels. Teachers, some from motorbikes some
from car and others keeping their health forward came with their strong legs.
This view was from far away... .... to be continued