write a short story about an unforgettable incident
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I was studying in first standard. Our school teacher gave one card ( its a document) for everyone and told us to get signature for it from our parents.
I told my father about this. He looked into the card and with a weird expression he said" I will not sign this."
I said OK and I forgot about it.
The next day the teacher asked us to give back the cards. She found out that some of students forgot to put signature of their parents. She started beating them.
I was worried a lot. My friends said definitely I am going to get beaten. I didn't know what to do? One of my friend said you itself put your dads signature. I thought about it and wrote my fathers name in it.
At that time we are only allowed to use pencil. I just learned how to write few days before itself. So just imagine my fathers signature.
Teacher called me and I gave her the card. She asked whether my father signed this? I said "Yes miss" with full confidence.
Teacher became very angry and started beating me. She pushed out of my class. And told me to go home and come along with my father or else don't come at all.
I ran home. I was crying and running. I told my mother. Mother told my father. Father came with me. Teacher showed him the signature. He said nothing. Then they talked a bit and everything was over.
I remember this because of that intensity of the situation. I lost all my confidence because of some stupid teachers. I look around and see now also no one respects small children.
Hope it will help e
I told my father about this. He looked into the card and with a weird expression he said" I will not sign this."
I said OK and I forgot about it.
The next day the teacher asked us to give back the cards. She found out that some of students forgot to put signature of their parents. She started beating them.
I was worried a lot. My friends said definitely I am going to get beaten. I didn't know what to do? One of my friend said you itself put your dads signature. I thought about it and wrote my fathers name in it.
At that time we are only allowed to use pencil. I just learned how to write few days before itself. So just imagine my fathers signature.
Teacher called me and I gave her the card. She asked whether my father signed this? I said "Yes miss" with full confidence.
Teacher became very angry and started beating me. She pushed out of my class. And told me to go home and come along with my father or else don't come at all.
I ran home. I was crying and running. I told my mother. Mother told my father. Father came with me. Teacher showed him the signature. He said nothing. Then they talked a bit and everything was over.
I remember this because of that intensity of the situation. I lost all my confidence because of some stupid teachers. I look around and see now also no one respects small children.
Hope it will help e
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This incident happened when I was in school. Being a shy and quite girl I had very few friends. at that phase of life I was going through a very critical period, physically I was there in this world but mentally I was in another world full of anxieties, fear, anger, sadness and much more which is difficult to explain now but easy to understand it when u fall in love . During this period I needed someone on whose shoulders I could cry, empty my burdens and share my feelings. I was not sure to rely on my friends for the fear of being deceived.
One day suddenly I got introduced to Jinila; one of my classmates, though we knew each other quite well I never had the thought that our friendship will blossom so quickly. She came from a christian family & I came from a muslim family.
Our thoughts and lifestyle and likings were a totally different but one thing which brought us near was the P-G relation.-P stands for Pratham and G stands for Gauri .These were a perfect couple paired in a television serial” KUTUMB”. We both liked to watch this serial immensely but more than this was a strong liking for PRATHAM & GAURI. Soon we started sharing our feelings
I came to know that Jinila would be engaged in 1 or 2 years to a boy of her caste. Though she didn’t object to this but I could understand her sadness from her eyes which she couldn’t mention in words and in turn I also told her everything about me.
One day we were talking about Pratham and Gauri-.when she suddenly called me" Gauri "playfully and I involved myself in this game by calling her "Gratham" .This resulted in a series of writing letters to each other through which we expressed our friendship. Being in the same class and writing letters may sounds funny but we felt more comfortable communicating with each others through letters.
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Our letters mainly contained daily happenings, some serious secrets and confessions which we could not share with anyone else .She wrote the letter “To Gauri” while I wrote the letter “To my dear Pratham”! This fun filled relation turned in a mutual love relationship .Days went by and I started liking her more and more. I still did not know what exactly did I feel for her but decided never to dissolve this friendship.
. This chemistry worked for a year and our friendship crystallized into "best friends" for each other. But they say ‘man proposes but god disposes ’and our friendship came to an end after a year
I came to know that Jinila became friendly to a boy living in the building near her and slowly she started ignoring me, the letters stopped and our distances increased and one day she suddenly stopped talking to me. I tried to find the reason for this but she kept on ignoring me, her behavior changed and there was just a formal relation between us. I cried more and more as I could not get an explanation for her unusual behavior..
I wrote her many letters but she never replied them. I telephoned her but she kept on changing the topic. I became frustrated and tense. Once again my world changed to darkness I felt like a person standing in a crowded room shouting for help but no one could hear her plight. I had lost my best friend once again and fear the word “friendship” which came like a cold breeze of air destroyed everything and went in a swift like a cyclone.
May be this is the reason why I became more mature then I should be. They say "experiences are the best teachers" the more you experience the less you make mistakes. But this is controversial on my part as the more I experience "friendship" the more I make mistakes in choosing friends
One day suddenly I got introduced to Jinila; one of my classmates, though we knew each other quite well I never had the thought that our friendship will blossom so quickly. She came from a christian family & I came from a muslim family.
Our thoughts and lifestyle and likings were a totally different but one thing which brought us near was the P-G relation.-P stands for Pratham and G stands for Gauri .These were a perfect couple paired in a television serial” KUTUMB”. We both liked to watch this serial immensely but more than this was a strong liking for PRATHAM & GAURI. Soon we started sharing our feelings
I came to know that Jinila would be engaged in 1 or 2 years to a boy of her caste. Though she didn’t object to this but I could understand her sadness from her eyes which she couldn’t mention in words and in turn I also told her everything about me.
One day we were talking about Pratham and Gauri-.when she suddenly called me" Gauri "playfully and I involved myself in this game by calling her "Gratham" .This resulted in a series of writing letters to each other through which we expressed our friendship. Being in the same class and writing letters may sounds funny but we felt more comfortable communicating with each others through letters.
.
Our letters mainly contained daily happenings, some serious secrets and confessions which we could not share with anyone else .She wrote the letter “To Gauri” while I wrote the letter “To my dear Pratham”! This fun filled relation turned in a mutual love relationship .Days went by and I started liking her more and more. I still did not know what exactly did I feel for her but decided never to dissolve this friendship.
. This chemistry worked for a year and our friendship crystallized into "best friends" for each other. But they say ‘man proposes but god disposes ’and our friendship came to an end after a year
I came to know that Jinila became friendly to a boy living in the building near her and slowly she started ignoring me, the letters stopped and our distances increased and one day she suddenly stopped talking to me. I tried to find the reason for this but she kept on ignoring me, her behavior changed and there was just a formal relation between us. I cried more and more as I could not get an explanation for her unusual behavior..
I wrote her many letters but she never replied them. I telephoned her but she kept on changing the topic. I became frustrated and tense. Once again my world changed to darkness I felt like a person standing in a crowded room shouting for help but no one could hear her plight. I had lost my best friend once again and fear the word “friendship” which came like a cold breeze of air destroyed everything and went in a swift like a cyclone.
May be this is the reason why I became more mature then I should be. They say "experiences are the best teachers" the more you experience the less you make mistakes. But this is controversial on my part as the more I experience "friendship" the more I make mistakes in choosing friends
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