Fatso...... I hate you.

“leave me alone, I don’t wanna go to school, I want momy, I want to go home…..aaaaaaaaaa”, a screechingly loud voice disturbed the whole primary wing.
“ahh…… another new comer…… all are same….. even their crying dialogues won’t change, except that this one sounds exceptionally violent”, I whispered to Renuka, sitting next to me, as I took a break to sharp my pencil.
“shhhhh……keep writing, teacher had already stared you twice while you were talking”, she replied.
Ton! Ton! Ton!........ (period bell).
“Sourabh, come with me”, Miss Khemlata called me after a minute’s talk with Hari Bhaiya(peon) who came as the bell rang.
I followed her to the administrative office at the end of lobby…… exactly from where that stupid boy was shouting.
“your mother’s here, she wants to see you”, Miss Khemlata said as we entered the office.
“Take me back home….. I don’t want to study”, that painfully loud voice intensified as she opened the door.
That stupid boy was my younger brother….. it was his 2nd week in school…. And I knew why he was crying…… didn’t do his homework as I cajoled him in to playing with me all evening.
“Sourabh, please talk it out with your brother, he listens to you”, its kinda felt weird when mom have to call me by that name in front of school-staff/strangers. I am better known as Nikky at home.
“ hey fatso! Stop crying now…..”, I suck at dealing with crying people…… so didn’t had much to say.
“you know I haven’t done hindi homework, Khemlata madam will….”, sulking fatso replied in a lower tone.
“Don’t worry…… just go to your class”, I said…. feeling sorry for him as it was my fault.
“She is not going to kill you….. don’t be afraid and for god’s sake….. don’t cry, come I’ll take you to your classroom”, I said trying to calm him down.
“no, I won’t go there”, …. came the reply as he faced away from me.
“ how about I give you one rupee so you can buy an ice cream?”…. I said as I took out a 50 paisa coin from my pocket. Poor fatso,…. Still counts the money by number of coins and not their value, its easy to make a fool of him this way.
“Alright, take 2… and come with me now…”, I said regretfully as I gave him my pocket money for the day…….yes you calculated it right… one rupee.
“Mom, he’s ok now,….. give me his schoolbag….. I will take him to his classroom”
“Ohk, Aakash(fatso)….come here…… take this and be a good boy like your brother…. Ok?”, mom said as she gave him a chocolate.
Okhay, so he gets my pocket money and a chocolate and I get just a sweet tag (good boy)……. God I hate him.
“Bye mom”, I said as we proceeded towards the classroom.
“leave my hand now…… that’s your class….. go and eat your stupid chocolate….huh!”.
“I don’t want to go there, ….she’s cruel…..she will kill me”, fatso replied as he saw Miss Khemlata and broke into tears once again.
“Just go to your classroom……I am not momy who would pamper you…… this is too much, ..i don’t want to listen anything now….. my teacher will come any minute now”, I replied in a firm voice.
I left him in front of Nursery class and started walking towards my classroom when I heard those words for the first time in my life that makes you realize that you are the elder one……………..
“Bhaiya…..bhaiya ……… don’t leave me alone…….. “, fatso cried out loud,….. loud enough so that everyone in a radius of 10 meters could hear him clearly,...... making me feel more ashamed.
Although I loved to see him crying,…… even would do things to make him cry…… but it felt different at that moment. When someone cries taking your name… you just can’t ignore them…… I had to do something.
“Alright come with me”
“where…….home? “, he replied as he wiped his face.
“No stupid…… just follow me….. ”, I took him to my classroom full of students busy in different annoying activities….. no one noticed fatso.
“Isn’t that your brother?..... what is he doing here?”, Renuka said as I sat by her side.
……………………CLASS STAND!!....... GOOD MORNING MA’AM!!!......(background).
“oh my god, Miss Sudha is here …… Renuka just help me…. I will explain it to you later…… fatso hide urself under the bench…. fast”, I said as a sharp wave of fear went through me.
“Take out your Mental Maths book, today we are going to do chapter number……”, Sudha ma’am continued in her typical high pitch voice.
“Fatso!..... stop fiddling with chocolate wrapper… you are making lots of noise.. “, I said as slowly as I could & snatched the wrapper.
“Who is talking? Sourabh …. Stand up….. whats in your hand? “, Miss Sudha shouted …. Her voice getting tougher.
“It’s …. It’s a pencil ma’am”
“I’m talking about your left hand”
I surrendered the wrapper coz otherwise she would have to come and check me, only to find fatso.
“You were eating chocolate in the class……. Stand up on the bench….. now!!”
The classes continued normally for rest of the time accept the lunch period when most of the students and specially that stupid girl, Parul, came to know about fatso….. she could do any damn thing to get me into trouble after I caught her red handed, stealing pencils a few days back.
I was more worried as the next class was of Miss Khemlata, whom almost all the students thought of as the originator of all kind of brutalities in this world…………… she always had new, innovative and excruciating ways of punishing students found guilty of any kind, maybe I too qualified her criteria for defining guilty as well after keeping fatso with me all day.
“Keep your homework notebooks on your desks, those who haven’t done their homeworks can go and stand facing that wall, will deal with you after the class….”, Miss Khemlata interrupted as we wished her Good afternoon.
Luckily, Parul did not complaint against me that day and class went on smoothly……….
“How could you say ‘you don’t know’……”
“Ma’am your son did not come to class….. no body saw him here…. Even the class teacher didn’t see him”
“ ….. Miss Khemlata was here when I left him with his brother……….” a discussion between Vice principal and a lady who sounded like mom got clearer as they approached towards my class.
“Mom?......what are you doing here…..?”, I said, not much surprised to see her as I knew Nursery classes got off just after the lunch period.
“Sourabh, where’s your brother?… tell me fast…. I left him with you……. Where is he? ”, she asked……. pretending to be ok, which she definitely wasn’t…… atleast that was what I could figure out of her changed accent.
“ fatso is with me momy, he refused to go to his classroom… so I bought him here”
“What?....... Do you realize how worried I was……… Don’t ever do this again”, she said with a hint of relaxation in her tone this time.
“ I was just ……. And then he called me bhaiya……… I couldn’t just leave him there all crying…….sorry momy……” I said before breaking into tears for reasons still unknown to me.
“How did I not see him …… he was there with you in class??.....”, Miss Khemlata said and we all broke into a big laugh!!!!!