The girl seemed hidden by her parents. However, it was difficult to ignore her, considering her level of excitement . It was a new place, new culture, new people and a new school. She would have to start all over again... Move into a new house, meet new people, make new friends and join a new school. She had been through this over and over again that, the word 'new' seemed extremely harrowed and... shall we say, old?(Err...being an eight year old kid, the word 'oxymoron' was obviously not a part of her vocabulary, ergo we shall not use it)
Trepidation seemed to engulf her. The building looked intimidating. Her 'experience' made her come to one conclusion- Most school buildings are intimidating ('Most' being used in order to make the statement logically valid. Though in reality, that is not the case-a shorter word called 'All' is used). As she waited outside the Principal's office, she was forced to compare it to a room that housed an Electric Chair (I still have my doubts as to whether Electric Chairs existed then. But I am still using it because it adds spice to the writing....hopefully). Also, since our protagonist was ignorant about the existence of Matilda then, she could not think of Mrs.Turnbull and the cupboard (No wonder she did not suffer from a nervous breakdown).
Suddenly, her eyes widened...her name had been called out! (Mispronounced, as usual) She had the horrible feeling that one has when, the elevator suddenly stops. Simply put, she felt she had left her digestive system on the first floor when she was actually on the ground floor.(the school did not have an elevator. So, it really does not matter)
The next moment, she was sitting on a cushioned chair, sandwiched by her parents, in a lavishly furnished room. It took her a while to realise the existence of another human in the room- 'The Principal'.He looked tolerable. She tried to say hello but her larynx failed to function! Hence she only managed to mouth a hello.
He glanced through the application form that her parents had filled. Her parents and 'The Principal' started chatting and she was ignored for a comfortable five minutes. He finally looked at her through those reading glasses of his.
She then realised that the attention was back on her. Her heart started pounding against her chest. She feared that the others could hear it too, just like that unintentional gulp, a paragraph ago...
"So, what is your mother tongue?", he asked in a deep commanding voice. By now, she had lost control of her heart. It was pounding so frantically that she almost turned deaf. Peculiarly, instead of NOT hearing stuff, she heard EXTRA stuff which was something like- "What is the colour of your mother's tongue?"
"What an interesting question to ask?!", she thought. Maybe it had something to do with Biology. She was quite sure that she had heard it wrong but was too scared to ask him to repeat the question. She cleared her throat, checked if her larynx was working(it was) and finally said in the softest voice possible (good technique)- "Pink."(aren't all human tongues pink in colour?)
As she finished with the 'k' sound of 'Pink', she realised that the other three humans (that stupid spider that was trying to weave a web but failing miserably, has been deliberately ignored ) gave her equally bewildered looks. It was then that she realised what the equally interesting yet original question was.....
..you just finished reading her first post.
Trepidation seemed to engulf her. The building looked intimidating. Her 'experience' made her come to one conclusion- Most school buildings are intimidating ('Most' being used in order to make the statement logically valid. Though in reality, that is not the case-a shorter word called 'All' is used). As she waited outside the Principal's office, she was forced to compare it to a room that housed an Electric Chair (I still have my doubts as to whether Electric Chairs existed then. But I am still using it because it adds spice to the writing....hopefully). Also, since our protagonist was ignorant about the existence of Matilda then, she could not think of Mrs.Turnbull and the cupboard (No wonder she did not suffer from a nervous breakdown).
Suddenly, her eyes widened...her name had been called out! (Mispronounced, as usual) She had the horrible feeling that one has when, the elevator suddenly stops. Simply put, she felt she had left her digestive system on the first floor when she was actually on the ground floor.(the school did not have an elevator. So, it really does not matter)
The next moment, she was sitting on a cushioned chair, sandwiched by her parents, in a lavishly furnished room. It took her a while to realise the existence of another human in the room- 'The Principal'.He looked tolerable. She tried to say hello but her larynx failed to function! Hence she only managed to mouth a hello.
He glanced through the application form that her parents had filled. Her parents and 'The Principal' started chatting and she was ignored for a comfortable five minutes. He finally looked at her through those reading glasses of his.
She then realised that the attention was back on her. Her heart started pounding against her chest. She feared that the others could hear it too, just like that unintentional gulp, a paragraph ago...
"So, what is your mother tongue?", he asked in a deep commanding voice. By now, she had lost control of her heart. It was pounding so frantically that she almost turned deaf. Peculiarly, instead of NOT hearing stuff, she heard EXTRA stuff which was something like- "What is the colour of your mother's tongue?"
"What an interesting question to ask?!", she thought. Maybe it had something to do with Biology. She was quite sure that she had heard it wrong but was too scared to ask him to repeat the question. She cleared her throat, checked if her larynx was working(it was) and finally said in the softest voice possible (good technique)- "Pink."(aren't all human tongues pink in colour?)
As she finished with the 'k' sound of 'Pink', she realised that the other three humans (that stupid spider that was trying to weave a web but failing miserably, has been deliberately ignored ) gave her equally bewildered looks. It was then that she realised what the equally interesting yet original question was.....
..you just finished reading her first post.
10 comments:
Oye miss girl...how cum trepidation and preposterous become part of the vocabulary of the girl when a simple word like oxymoron is not? Preposterous this is. And ya, congrats to the girl for posting her first post, she wud do well to be logically inconsistent.
Dear Aashish,
Define 'simple'? Anyway, the word 'oxymoron' is being used with reference to her personal feelings i.e how she views the situations. However, 'preposterous' and 'trepidation' are observations made about her. Hope this sounds logically sound!!
Personal feelings are devoid of bombastic words because they are viewed from an eight year olds perspective. Whereas, the observations aren't an eight year olds'!!! Get it?
Ha! Good explanation dear. Simple is sthg that is devoid of complexity. And if u want me to define complexity, it is sthg devoid of simplicity.
It is very simple to be difficult, but very difficult to be simple. Get that?
Hahahahahhahha!!!! It is so possible that you are capable of it....Anyways.. a good beginning... hope to read more lunacies of yours...
P.S.could u please keep defininitions away from your blog.. u see ppl like me cant make head or tail of it.....
:D
nice one ya..i knew it was u from the very beginning!!...haha..so i now understand tht u have always been ur lunatic self!..
LOLs....good one da. No wonder people have pained you ever since you were a kid.
Very nice.
However, I felt the use of parentheses was overdone.
Kaushik
are you like this, since 8th?
or are you like this even before?!
this one atleast was funny, mine with ur school principal was horrid! i literally yelled at her for speaking bad of my old school and still got admission there!
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