Hindi was never my strong point. Particularly Hindi essays. The painful things we had to write in school, could really murder any sane, normal person. So, here I was, a poor, innocent thing, waiting for the topic to be revealed in all its glory and to begin writing on it.
So, Mrs. M walked into the class, scowled at us, and wrote the topic on the board. Now, I maintain to this day, that I never intended to do what I did. The topic said, "Aap bus mein kahi jaa rahe ho aur kisi ki jeb kat gayi. Aapne kya kiya..." ("You are in a train and someone's pocket got picked. What did you do?")
I assumed that jeb(pocket) means jeeb (tongue) and that's where all the trouble began. Now, I always knew that Mrs.M was not the nicest person around, but I never thought that her imagination could run THIS wild.
Totally disgusted with her and the topic, I settled down to write about it. I have never had to think as much as I did for that one!
So the final composition was truly worth a listen.
The story was "I was in a bus with this guy sitting in front of me. He was very hungry. So, he pulled out an apple and a knife from his bag. He began cutting it and eating the apple. When suddenly, he put the knife in his mouth and cut his tongue. Oh my god! His tongue was bleeding and thankfully, I had the presence of mind to call an ambulance. He was admitted and my presence of mind saved the day.''
And yeah... I got one and a half out of ten for this masterpiece :D
Just one and a half, considering the amount of laughter I brought into Mrs.M's life.. x-(
