Entering the Circus, AT LAST!
Note: Non-fictional post based on personal experience. My views may differ from yours and I have no problems about it all. They'll either be worse or worst.
Most of them had their hands raised. Some of them were trying not to be seen by the Ringmaster. The Ringmaster went on to say a lot. Mostly focussing over the fact that how it was important to balance everything and how it was nearly impossible to do so.
We know how difficult it is, why even bother repeating it? I was looking at those hopeless faces, some still figuring out whether joining the circus was after all, the right decision. Honestly, it never is. Five years down the lane, we probably be in a complete different circus with a complete different Ringmaster. Many faces bore deceptive looks. However, deep down that we had accepted ground reality, i.e. we 're completely f**ked.
Our first Ringmaster spoke in extempore for approximately ninety minutes. In those ninety minutes one could either leave Science or love Science, probability of the first option was likely to happen. But no, we animals have been tamed to such an extent that not even him calling us complete a**holes (trust me, thats what he wanted to convey in those 90 minutes. A bit more politely maybe) could deter us from playing our part in the circus. "Perfect practice makes a man perfect" qouted thou Ringmaster. Nevertheless, we shall prove him wrong.
Our next Ringmaster was relatively milder, she chose her words wisely and tried to catch hold of our restlessness. Sixty animals in one compact room, anyone would suffer from claustrophobia. Oh! The animals; fifty one heavy males and nine little docile females. The sex ratio has always been worrisome. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE NINE MINGLING WITH THOSE FIFTY ONE. That is just not usual in the circus.
By the time it struck twelve, when our jealousy towards Commerce and Physical Education animals reached its boiling point entered our final Ringmaster, who gave us news that Computer Science would require only an hour per day. Probably the best news in the entire day. Scorching heat, crammed classroom and hopelessness, that was all left till we finally bid each other goodbye. But you know what, there was excitement too. The excitement that we all think about for atleast six years before hand. The child reaches class sixth and suddenly everyone from classmates to relatives want to know what he/she will take up in future. The sober ones answer Science, not knowing the drastic consequences.
'Don't be scared child, I love to create paranoia. May the odds be ever in your favour'
Still can't believe we just have one games period and the Commerce gets five!*Sobs*
Most of them had their hands raised. Some of them were trying not to be seen by the Ringmaster. The Ringmaster went on to say a lot. Mostly focussing over the fact that how it was important to balance everything and how it was nearly impossible to do so.
We know how difficult it is, why even bother repeating it? I was looking at those hopeless faces, some still figuring out whether joining the circus was after all, the right decision. Honestly, it never is. Five years down the lane, we probably be in a complete different circus with a complete different Ringmaster. Many faces bore deceptive looks. However, deep down that we had accepted ground reality, i.e. we 're completely f**ked.
Our first Ringmaster spoke in extempore for approximately ninety minutes. In those ninety minutes one could either leave Science or love Science, probability of the first option was likely to happen. But no, we animals have been tamed to such an extent that not even him calling us complete a**holes (trust me, thats what he wanted to convey in those 90 minutes. A bit more politely maybe) could deter us from playing our part in the circus. "Perfect practice makes a man perfect" qouted thou Ringmaster. Nevertheless, we shall prove him wrong.
Our next Ringmaster was relatively milder, she chose her words wisely and tried to catch hold of our restlessness. Sixty animals in one compact room, anyone would suffer from claustrophobia. Oh! The animals; fifty one heavy males and nine little docile females. The sex ratio has always been worrisome. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE NINE MINGLING WITH THOSE FIFTY ONE. That is just not usual in the circus.
By the time it struck twelve, when our jealousy towards Commerce and Physical Education animals reached its boiling point entered our final Ringmaster, who gave us news that Computer Science would require only an hour per day. Probably the best news in the entire day. Scorching heat, crammed classroom and hopelessness, that was all left till we finally bid each other goodbye. But you know what, there was excitement too. The excitement that we all think about for atleast six years before hand. The child reaches class sixth and suddenly everyone from classmates to relatives want to know what he/she will take up in future. The sober ones answer Science, not knowing the drastic consequences.
'Don't be scared child, I love to create paranoia. May the odds be ever in your favour'
Still can't believe we just have one games period and the Commerce gets five!*Sobs*
Why didn't I read this before!! :o so perfectly written and the ring masters *ahem ahem* I know who they are :D and the nine docile faces :P love the way you express :*
ReplyDeleteYou out of everyone should know. However, we'll Totale survive the next two years :D
DeleteHaha, Science is a circus undoubtedly, albeit the children are the Jokers at the end of the day.
ReplyDeleteAnd welcome to my world. Been having a single PT period amidst an aggregate of 54 periods in a week for the past 3 years. :&
Honestly, its simply a mad world XP
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