...Continued from part-1
Harish's day at college - part-2
Sitting in the classroom he saw, the lecturer come for the assessment. Blood shot to Harish’s face on seeing him. Fear and anxiety came over him, just as much as it had made its presence on other’s faces. Mr. Edward was well known sadist in and around his college, and exhibited no signs of interest in the improvement of species called Homo sapiens. He’d even managed to scare some of his colleagues. Apparently had some influential contacts, which acted as a shield for him.
The task he barked out to the students turned out to be quite interesting to many. Harish sank deep into his chair watching in horror, as the first student carried out his task. The task was that every one of the students had to talk about the topic ‘Why do people Beg’ for one minute. Failing to do so could cost him his lift, or worse, some kind of punishment from Mr. Edward.
The moment of reality had come. After twenty gruesome minutes, the guy next to him stood for his turn. “60 seconds, 59, 58, I’m caught. I have nowhere to run to” – he thought. By this time, both his hands and feet had gone numb with cold. “…..There is not enough opportunity….” He could faintly hear someone speaking these words somewhere near him. His vision blurred, and senses started fading away slowly, as he seemed to have sunk into a deep slumber from which he never wanted to be woken up… “…And only then we will get rid of beggars..” These words were loud and clear, as Harish startled and sat straight on his seat.
Applauses – when they had stopped, a hush fell, and Mr. Edward turned to Harish, “You - The son of Lorry-driver. Standup and speak!!”. “Why don’t guys like you go and pursue the careers of your father, than come here and eat our brains out you dirty beggars?” and then he fell silent for a moment looking intently at the piece of paper he had in his hand. That was it. These words plunged deep into his heart. “He has insulted my father. What did he do to him?” – he thought with anger building up in him. He looked around just to see grim faces of his classmates, staring at him with gaping mouth. They were shocked too, and were unhappy about such a behavior towards him. For the first time, Harish felt the urge to speak. He had nothing to loose. The harm had already been done. The insult he had been dreading had already been made to him, and to his father. He stood erect, and started.
“We all are beggars” – he spoke. “We all are beggars”, “for we beg for love, we beg for affection, we beg for care. Beggars of this kind are the ones who form the major part of the affluent class, affluent, but monetarily”. To his surprise, words were coming slowly, but steadily. In a few seconds, he knew he had won the audience. He had nothing to loose. “Of beggars of my kind of whom you speak, we have enough of love, affection and all that beggars of other kinds do not have. So, now who is the beggar? How do you define beggars?”… Said Harish in a slow, but clear and confident voice. The whole classroom fell silent for a couple of seconds. This was followed by huge applause even as the lecturer stood and watched him in surprise. This was Harish’s classroom, and this was his turn!
Harish's day at college - part-2
Sitting in the classroom he saw, the lecturer come for the assessment. Blood shot to Harish’s face on seeing him. Fear and anxiety came over him, just as much as it had made its presence on other’s faces. Mr. Edward was well known sadist in and around his college, and exhibited no signs of interest in the improvement of species called Homo sapiens. He’d even managed to scare some of his colleagues. Apparently had some influential contacts, which acted as a shield for him.
The task he barked out to the students turned out to be quite interesting to many. Harish sank deep into his chair watching in horror, as the first student carried out his task. The task was that every one of the students had to talk about the topic ‘Why do people Beg’ for one minute. Failing to do so could cost him his lift, or worse, some kind of punishment from Mr. Edward.
The moment of reality had come. After twenty gruesome minutes, the guy next to him stood for his turn. “60 seconds, 59, 58, I’m caught. I have nowhere to run to” – he thought. By this time, both his hands and feet had gone numb with cold. “…..There is not enough opportunity….” He could faintly hear someone speaking these words somewhere near him. His vision blurred, and senses started fading away slowly, as he seemed to have sunk into a deep slumber from which he never wanted to be woken up… “…And only then we will get rid of beggars..” These words were loud and clear, as Harish startled and sat straight on his seat.
Applauses – when they had stopped, a hush fell, and Mr. Edward turned to Harish, “You - The son of Lorry-driver. Standup and speak!!”. “Why don’t guys like you go and pursue the careers of your father, than come here and eat our brains out you dirty beggars?” and then he fell silent for a moment looking intently at the piece of paper he had in his hand. That was it. These words plunged deep into his heart. “He has insulted my father. What did he do to him?” – he thought with anger building up in him. He looked around just to see grim faces of his classmates, staring at him with gaping mouth. They were shocked too, and were unhappy about such a behavior towards him. For the first time, Harish felt the urge to speak. He had nothing to loose. The harm had already been done. The insult he had been dreading had already been made to him, and to his father. He stood erect, and started.
“We all are beggars” – he spoke. “We all are beggars”, “for we beg for love, we beg for affection, we beg for care. Beggars of this kind are the ones who form the major part of the affluent class, affluent, but monetarily”. To his surprise, words were coming slowly, but steadily. In a few seconds, he knew he had won the audience. He had nothing to loose. “Of beggars of my kind of whom you speak, we have enough of love, affection and all that beggars of other kinds do not have. So, now who is the beggar? How do you define beggars?”… Said Harish in a slow, but clear and confident voice. The whole classroom fell silent for a couple of seconds. This was followed by huge applause even as the lecturer stood and watched him in surprise. This was Harish’s classroom, and this was his turn!
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