All for the Bail

Awake, my child! Sunday morning greets you. Breakfast at the mess - just a breath-held blur! Away, i glide, until i reach my destination - the housemaster's castle. The bell hums a tune and soon enough the lazy voice of the pot-bellied granter makes its way into my ears with a "Yessssssss???????!!!!!". I ask him fro outpass, he half retorts but decides on murmuring the way back into his room.

He inches his way back into my sight, then sits in his porch. While he takes his own, Sweet time to give a bloody signature, he questions me about the prospects of the house, although flashing it out in the open that he doesn't give a damn. The feel of the paper, finally, rushes blood to my body. I depart with not even a half-hearted thank you only meant for future purposes.

Feeling light, I walk back through my dormitory but I find an assembly of my classmates making a human wall in my path. One of them voices the crowd, saying "Thou shalt not pass these dormitory gates before thou hast the senior's permission" Stuck in a hind film situation, I felt like the hero surrounded by the villain's gang but with the exception of the hero having the comforting heroine by his side(this can be justified since as I was in a male boarding school) The absence of the heroine and the observation that a couple or more of my classmates would outweigh a rhino led me to chose the seemingly better option.

But then, I was to realize that I should have picked the deep sea instead of the devil. Anyhow, i dragged my reluctant body closer and closer to the senior's lair. As if the amount of adrenaline in my body was low, a voice boomed "Who the **** did you beg before you crossed the heaven & hell boundary of half a foot height that clearly demarcates the area of the dorm of the rulers and the area of the dorm of you pathetic kids?". But as he saw me melting away under his glare, he decided to forgive me of my sin and boomed "Next time......" which trailed away into an eerie silence.

As I took another step a doubt struck my mind & i thought of asking him whether I was allowed to breathe the oxygen that flowed down the dorm from their area due to air currents and changing atmospheric pressures, but I decided against it as I thought 'which junior could dare have that privilege?' .....{Ok! I know that's a sad joke but well it sure makes u think on those lines....}

I approached the den, and my voice shakes as I cry "May i come in Bhaiya(big brother) ?". Nothing....I wait an hour before I have another go...."May i come in Bhaiya?" Another two hours later, I peep into his room, and immediately I hear a chorus of "Ooooooooohs" followed by calls to Allah, Jesus and Vishnu. But I notice the senior is asleep. I go in, and draw out all the guts residing in my butts and feebly utter "Bhaiya???????.....outpass". In his sleep he mutters " go, go, just go" He would have probably said that in his dreams where he'd have been faced with a beggar.{ another sad joke.....Woohoo....I'm on a roll}. But do i bloody care? I race out of the dormitory leaving behind a bunch of sighs from my classmates. Hail the Bail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!