By the time I completed writing my last post, I had some incidents for this post. For a while, I was confused with which incident to start with(believe me, there are many...after all, we were out-standing students of our class... ;) ...so situation like earlier kept coming to us again and again).
I was having evening snacks at office(courtesy: my current employers...Right...they are generous enough to provide us evening snacks in recession time ;) ). While sipping Guava nectar(xyz juice company's product, not naming the juice company and advertise their product without getting paid... :D ), I got the idea to start with this incident.
As we both were quiet naughty and always planned some mischief or the other. Troubles kept hounding us. Sometimes we were punished moderately, sometimes severely and sometimes we had lucky escapes. This incident was one where we had a narrow escape.
This happened when we were in 5th(no 6th...nah 5th...somewhere between the 2). Our school had a senior wing and a junior wing. The senior wing was in the heart of a residential area. For some reasons, residents opposed shuttling of school buses through their area. While the junior wing was on outskirts of same residential area. So after school, student had to catch the school bus from junior wing's ground. And Baggasur's home happened to be near junior wing as well. So generally, we both walked back to junior wing together.
After school, we usually bought something to eat from the vendors outside the school(we used to carry Re.1 or sometimes 2 at that time and that was enough to buy something for both of us and then fight over eachother's share). But that day, we both had no money to buy anything.
We both were walking towards the junior wing. Walking, chatting and mocking others. All at the same time. On our way, we came across the house with the Guava tree. And we decided to pluck some fruits from the tree. I was good at climbing walls. So I climbed the wall while he used his height to help me climb the wall. Now, I could have plucked as many as I wanted but all of them were small in size. I managed to pluck two guavas of biggest size which were within my reach while standing on the wall.
I hopped down with the two prized possession. And I fought for the bigger one, as I did all the hard work. He acquiesced after some arguing. When we took a bite in those guavas. They weren't ripe and were very hard(we could have broken our teeth if we had took a harder bite). I was disheartened about all my effort going in vain.
But we weren't someone who were going to let their effort go in vain. Mr.Bagga got this great idea. He pointed towards a guy from our school, standing with his friends, about 25-30m from us. And challenged me, "lets see, who can hit that guy with this guava!".
Choosing that guy as our prey over others was an easy decision for him. That guy was one year senior to us. He had some feminine qualities. He would play and talk with girls only. And at that time too, he was standing with girls.
I accepted Bagga's challenge to hit that guy. I knew I was bad at throwing things towards the target. So I invited him to try first. (Because if he would have hit, we were going to run away from the spot. And as I don't take my chance. So I won't loose. And if he would miss, I still would have a chance to win the challenge.)
He took his chance, threw his guava and missed. Then it was my turn. I was sure, I am going to miss it. But my fate was something else. I took the aim and threw my guava towards him. To my surprise, it was going right on target. Going...going.... and BANG. I had hit him and won the challenge. I felt ecstatic for a moment. Then suddenly, Bagga reminded me, "Run. Don't stand here. Just run". We both ran hard. We evaded from that spot as fast as we could. After reaching a comfortable distance away from the scene, we were ensured that no one spotted us. We laughed over the incident and life was same again until the next day.
Next day, when we both were going towards the junior wing. We got summoned by our transport in-charge teacher to come and meet her. We didn't knew why she had called both of us. She wasn't a very strict teacher. We went to see her without any hesitation. We saw the same guy standing besides her. The odd thing about him was, a big bump on his forehead due to swelling.
She asked us, "Did you threw a stone at him yesterday?".
We lied,"No ma'am, we don't know anything about it".
I added,"Ma'am, we didn't even saw him yesterday".
She threatened us,"Some students have seen you throwing stone at him. Now accept your mistake quietly or I will call P.T. instructor".
We knew that now we are caught. And if P.T. instructor would be called, he would give us a solid bashing for sure. So we accepted our charges.
I said, "Ma'am, it wasn't a stone. It was a guava actually and I didn't aimed it at him. I just threw it in the air and it hit him by chance".
She asked,"Why did you ran away from scene then?".
We lied, "Ma'am, we were terrified, that he would beat us".
She gave us a good scolding and warned us against any further mischiefs. We apologized and were pardoned.
We were lucky that the guy didn't complained to the P.T. instructor straight away.
I still wonder, how did I managed to hit him that day. I usually missed the stumps while fielding in cricket. As they say, "Great players(hunters) save their best for the Big Day". :P