Mrs. Poddar:- Today, I will start a new subject which is also included in the syllabus of your History subject. The name of this new subject is Civics.
Gurcharan:-Madam, now, I am damn sure that your job will be at stake.
Mrs. Poddar:- Why?
Gurcharan:- We are struggling to pass in the History syllabus on ancient history and Indian National movement. Do you think that we will be able to pass in History if you include another subject like Civics in the syllabus?
Mrs. Poddar:- In my opinion, Civics is more scoring than Indian History.
Sajal:- Madam, what will we learn in Civics?
Mrs. Poddar:- In Civics, you will come to know about the Administrative System of India. How the Constituent Assembly came into existence? What was the role of drafting committee? You will get a detailed idea about our Indian Constitution. What are our Fundamental Rights and Fundamental Duties? You will get a detailed idea about Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha. You will get to know how the President of India is selected. What is the maximum strength of Lok Sabha? What is a Legislative Council? What is the role of Supreme Court? Then, you will also get an idea about the Panchayati Raj system in rural India. What is the role of Election Commission in India? You will get to know so many things and you will enjoy studying this subject. Who knows; maybe, someone of you may become a great Minister of India, one day. Till date, our Saint Sebastian School has produced so many doctors, engineers, teachers, painters, etc…but, not a single politician. Not a single student passing out from this school has ever become an MP or an MLA.
Deepak:- That’s actually a good thing for our school. Madam, around 70% of the Indian Politicians are corrupted persons and many of them are criminals also.
Mrs. Poddar:- Ok! Ok! Let us not debate about those things now. Open your Civics Book and go to the 1st Chapter.
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Tamang:- I want to ask you about something.
Rihanna:- Yeah!
Tamang:- Do you have a physical relationship with Professor Pabitra?
Rihanna:- What the ****! What type of a question is it? I mean…Oh! God! You boys are so suspicious about girls! Ok! Anyway, let me give you the answer. I have no such relationship with Pabitra Sir.
Tamang:- You are lying to me. I still remember that Saturday evening.
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Tamang:- Hey, Rihanna! Our class is over now. It is 9.05 PM now. Are you planning to stay here or what?
Rihanna:- Oh! I forgot to tell you. At around 6.05 PM, my mom called at Pabitra Sir’s landline number. At that time, I was here only. She told me to wait for sometime at Pabitra Sir’s house. Actually, one of my mom’s best friends has organized a dinner party at a lounge which is nearer to Pabitra Sir’s house. So, my mom will drive her car and pick me up from here.
Pabitra Sir:- Wow! Rihanna! You have a lovely dinner party tonight. That’s great! Wait for here sometime till your mom comes to take you. Hey, Tamang, are you also going to that dinner party or what!
Tamang:- No, Sir! I am going home now. Good night, Sir! Good night, Rihanna.
Rihanna:- Good night, Tamang. See you at school on Monday.
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Tamang:- I came out of Pabitra Sir’s 1 BHK flat at 2nd floor and started walking downstairs. I was standing at the nearby Bus Stop. By that time, it was around 9.15 PM. The Bus of New Town –Garia route came and stopped at the Bus Stop. I did not board the bus. Something was going inside my mind. I was constantly asking the question to myself. Is Rihanna speaking the truth? How far is that lounge from Rihanna’s house that her mom told her to wait at her professor’s flat for few minutes after the class? I wanted to clear the doubt. I came back again to Pabitra Sir’s apartment. At the gate, the Security Guard did not bother about me because he knew that I am a student of Pabitra Sir. He just gave me a glance and then continued preparing the ‘Raja Khaini’ on his right hand palm. I walked upstairs and stopped in front of the door of Pabitra Sir’s house at 2nd floor. I poked through the keyhole of that door. Oh! I was stunned to see that scene through that keyhole. You were lying on the sofa of the drawing hall and he was banging on you. I don’t know why you compromised yourself to go for a compromising position with him, but, I was completely shocked. Without waiting for a single moment, I just walked away from there with lots of anger in my mind.
Rihanna (totally excited, though emotionally):- How dare you? You, a ******* ********, how dare you poke in other’s personal life? That’s my personal life. No matter, with whom I sleep, whom I satisfy, that’s completely my personal life. Who the hell are you to talk about that! ****** ********.
Tamang:- Now, truth is truth and it always prevails. By uttering some slang languages, you cannot change the truth. I am not that kind of a guy who pokes his nose in other’s personal life. But, in this case, I love you. Rather, I should say that I used to love you, but, at present, I really hate you. You are really a ****** ******.
Rihanna:- Ok! If I am a ****** ******…what’s wrong in that! After all; the most pleasurable thing in this world is sex and I just enjoyed it. You didn’t get a chance to enjoy me. That’s why; you are showing out your frustration now.
Tamang:- Anyway; I don’t need to know about it anymore. I just hate you. That’s it! I wanted to see whether you are truthful enough or not. That’s why; I asked you the question whether you have any physical relationship with Pabitra Sir or not.
Rihanna (while touching the Tamang’s dick):- What the **** do you know about me, that you fell in love with me?
Tamang:- Don’t touch my dick. I am not that type of a guy. I am a very simple and honest guy. You are molesting me now.
Rihanna (rubbing Tamang’s hair and then giving a pat at his back):- Oho! You are so angry on me! Ok! Actually, it is not your fault, Tamang. It is not even my fault also. Frankly speaking, I belong to a family where everything is like an open book. Anyone can read that open book and tore off any pages of that book anytime. My mom is a daughter of a renowned businessman of Kolkata. She got married to a son of another great businessman. My dad was also a businessman. When I was just 5 years old, my dad died due to a heart-attack. My dad’s business went down. The shareholders and the lenders of the company started making our life hell. Though, my mom was a homemaker, but, she was very beautiful and hot. I can’t say how and why; but, my mom fell in love with a famous painter. Then, she got married to him. I and my elder sister got our 1st step-father. After 2 years, my mom divorced with him. By then, my mom became a famous model. She again fell in love with a guy. This time it was an actor. After 3 years, again she divorced. Last year, my mom got married to a guy who is a photographer of beautiful models. This guy is 8 years younger than my mom. I never call my 3rd step-father as dad. Rather, I call him Pete as his name is Peter. He is in Goa now. He always travels here and there for photography of hot chicks. Even, Pete made a way for my elder sister to shoot for ‘Playboy’ company, but, my didi got rejected in the photo shoot as her body is not in exact shape. Pete is also a pervert like Professor Pabitra who has not spared my elder sister and me also. Pabitra Sir gave my elder sister a break in a Bhojpuri film, so, why should I not get a break? I am also hot and sexy.
Tamang:- Oh! Stop it! I don’t want to hear all these ******** things. Really, I hate you.
Rihanna:- Many people pass comments to my mom that she is a slut and some people regards my mom as the Goddess of Sex. So, opinions and viewpoints always differ; who cares about it. You got only one life to live. Live it fully and on your own terms. In this glamorous world of modeling and film industry, these things are normal. If you have a desire to satisfy yourself with a hot girl or a boy, just go ahead and enjoy it. The more you suppress your own desire in this industry, the more you go backwards. I wouldn’t have told you all these things about my life and my family, but, as you said that you love me. That’s why; I made myself clear to you. Now, you go back home and while standing in front of a mirror; just ask the question to yourself, whether you love Rihanna or not?
Tamang:- To ask that question to myself, I don’t require to stand in front of a mirror. My brain always says that Rihanna is a very bad girl and my heart always says that Rihanna has a good heart to heal all your wounds.
Rihanna:- So, are you having true love towards me or is it just a lust?
Tamang:- I think, no matter, how bad you are, I still love you.
Rihanna (Again touching the Tamang’s dick):- Hmm…it seems that your heart always dominates on your brain. That’s a good sign for a gentleman. This time, am I molesting you, dear?
Tamang (With a cheeky smile):- No, dear! Rather you are making me feel that I am a gentleman.
Rihanna:- Now, I am surprised to see you reacting like this after seeing me in a compromising position. I thought that you are from North Bengal; so, you are a very modern boy.
Tamang:- No, Rihanna, I am a very simple, conservative, traditional and down-to-earth boy. I hail from a very poor family. My father is a poor farmer in a remote village of Kurseong. My mom is just a poor and simple home-maker. Here in Kolkata, I am living in my own uncle’s house. My uncle is a service man and my aunty is a very nice lady. She can never become a mom due to some health problems, but, she is just next to my mom. She looks after me as if I am also her son.
Rihanna:- Maybe, your case is different. My elder sister, Rezina used to study in Bhawanipore Education Society College. Some girls from North Bengal used to study there. Those girls were just spoilt brats. Their parents have too much money. Some of their parents even have their own tea estates. Those girls used to target top class businessmen of Kolkata to sleep with them for money. In daytime, they used to study in the college and at night, they used to earn money as a member of a hi-fi sophisticated sex racket. They also requested my didi to join their escort service, but, my didi rejected that offer. Now, those girls have got jobs in some MNCs and settled down here and there in India. Those girls always used to say that in Siliguri, these are normal things. You can sleep with anybody in any lodge in Siliguri. So, we thought, maybe, people of North Bengal are more modern than us.
Tamang:- Rihanna, spoilt brats are always the spoilt brats. For some bloody North Bengal girls, you cannot make that assumption for all the people of North Bengal. Believe me; we the people of North Bengal are very simple, straightforward and conservative too.
Rihanna:- Anyway, someone is ringing the door bell for many a times. Come on! Let us go downstairs. Maybe, they all have come.
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Rihanna’s Mom:- Orrey! Dustu chelepule sab…Taai toh boli…You people are ringing the bell and then hiding somewhere. I opened the door for two times but found no one.
Santu:- Sorry for our naughtiness, aunty! Please accept this small Pine tree from us. Merry Christmas!
Rihanna’s Mom:- Wow! That’s a lovely Pine tree. You people have tied so many gifts on that tree also. Merry Christmas!
Chinmoy:- Where is Rihanna?
Rihanna’s Mom:- Tamang came half an hour ago. Both Rihanna and Tamang are in the terrace only. There, they are! They are coming down through the staircases.
Meenakshi:- Hey, Rihanna! Merry Christmas!
Rihanna:- Merry Christmas!
Raqeeb (wearing the dress of a Santa Claus):- Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the way! Tell me, little child, what gift do you want in this Holy Christmas day?
Rihanna ( in a dramatic style):- Oh! My Santa Uncle! I want a very precious gift from you. I want a true Lover for my life.
Raqeeb (in a surprise mode):- Oops! That kind of a gift is not under my purview. Only God can give you that kind of a gift.
Arindam:- He he he…Oh! Raqeeb! You should get the best prize for a comedian role. Arrey, Rihanna, first you request your Jesus Christ to give you true love, then you should demand for a true lover. In today’s world, the concept of true love is disappearing; where from will you get a true lover.
Rezina (Rihanna’s elder sister):- Come on, guys! The Christmas cake is ready. After eating that cake, you can dance ‘Rock N Roll’.
Rihanna’s school friends:- Hurrah!
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Prakash:- It was really a nice Christmas party. Thanks Rihanna. Thanks Rezina didi…
Rihanna’s mom:- kire amake thanks janaali naah…
Prakash:- How can we forget you, aunty? If you invite us every day, we will come and eat your baked cakes. You are expert in baking cakes, aunty. The cakes are too delicious.
Satya:- Hey Tamang, are you not coming?
Rihanna (whispering at Tamang):- Stay here for sometime more…I need to talk to you…please.
Tamang:- No, I will go after sometime. My house is not so far from here.
Arindam:- Ok! Boss! Enjoy the party as much as you can. Merry Christmas again! Bye bye, aunty.
Rihanna’s school friends:- Bye, bye, aunty.
Rihanna’s mom:- Bye, bye…come back again next year.
Rihanna:- Come on, Tamang! Let us go to the terrace again.
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Rihanna (holding Tamang’s hands tightly):- Tell me, Tamang! Do you really love me? Do you think that you are truly in love with me? Tell me the truth, Tamang. If you become my true Lover, then I will change myself completely. I will not even aspire to step into that modeling world also. I have seen my mom and didi. They are very famous in their glamorous world. They have so much money, but, they are still searching for true love. In my opinion, they are still unlucky. I want to be a lucky one. Haven’t you heard what our Santa Claus (Raqeeb) said today. Only God can gift me a true Lover. Tamang, speak out!
Tamang (Straightaway hugged Rihanna and spoke after a while):- Rihanna! I can change you. I think that my love towards you have that much power to do that. I love you.
Rihanna (started behaving like a little Nursery class girl; jumping up and down on the terrace):- Hurrah! I am so happy! Yesss! I have got a true Lover…Mmmuaah….ummm…my sweet baby…puchu puchu….I love you, Tamang…I love you very much.
Tamang:- Mmmuaah…ummmm….
Rihanna (whispering):- Tamang, tomorrow, my mom will be out of station for the shooting. The shooting of her 2nd film will start from tomorrow. She has to go, after all; she is the leading actress of that film. My elder sister will also go out tomorrow afternoon towards the Dumdum airport to catch the flight for a trip to Goa with her friends for 5 days. No one will be here on 27th December except me, Ratanlal (Security Guard), Mira (maid-servant) and Moni (maid-servant’s younger sister). Why don’t you come here day after tomorrow to have fun with me?
Tamang:- Ok, not an issue! But, your maid-servants and security guard will be there, naah!
Rihanna:- Oh! They will say nothing to anyone. I have seen Ratanlal and Mira in a compromising position once. They have extra-marital affairs between them.
Tamang:- Hmm…then, it is safe to enjoy ourselves on the day after tomorrow. Mmmuaah…come on, let us go downstairs. I have to go now. It is already 8.10 PM now.
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Nonigopal:- Eh! Both my grandfather and grandmother died so early. Dad tried his level best to save grandma, but, all went in vain.
Chandrani:- Actually, your grandma has to be blamed for that. After your grandfather’s death few years back, your grandmother became very sad and lonely. Then she started smoking the beedis (unfiltered tobacco) with other grandmothers of this village who are addicted to smoking. Maybe, that smoking habit is the main cause for your grandmother’s breast cancer.
Nonigopal:- Smoking does cause Cancer, but, even if you don’t smoke also, breast cancer can happen to any women. All the doctors and scientists give so many lectures about medical science improvement, but they are yet to come out with a good medicine to cure cancer completely.
Chandrani:- Cancer can only be prevented to a certain extent but cannot be completely cured. But, yes, if cancer is detected early, then it can be completely cured. In your grandmother’s case, the breast cancer was at its dangerous stage. The doctor also did the biopsy, but it was of no use. Rather, those anti-biotic tablets had a serious side-effect on your grandmother to make her feebler day by day. Anyway, death is death. Everyone has to die one day. That’s the universal truth. May her soul rest in peace! Look there, your dad has lit up the fire at your grandma’s pyre. She is getting burnt just beside the place where your grandfather was burnt a few years back. That was her last wish that her dead body should be burnt beside her late hubby’s graveyard.
Nonigopal:- Hmm…The dead body always burn into ashes after death, not the souls. My grandfather will be very happy to see his wife at heaven after a while…he he he…
Chandrani:- In sad times also, you come out with a joke. What a boy you are! You didn’t come to our village this time during the Durga Puja. This time, you came because your grandmother died. You were too busy with someone or what!
Nonigopal:- No, no, I don’t have any girlfriend in the city. I was just enjoying with my friends and visiting several puja pandals.
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Nareshchand:- Come on! Today, I will take you to our RSS camp. Today, the RSS shakha of our village will complete 5 years. That’s why; Keshav ji has kept a small party for us. Don’t worry; you will get good foods to eat. Kihchadi, aloor dum, patoler korma, rasogollas and other items will be there to eat.
Nonigopal:- What is RSS?
Nareshchand:- RSS means Rastriya Swayamsevak Sangha. It is a swadeshi group formed in 1925. Actually, our Shakha Pramukh (Head of a RSS Branch) told all the RSS members to bring their family members for the feast. I know, in our family, most of the people are either Congress supporter or CPI (M) supporter. So, no one will go. At least, you can go there.
Nonigopal:- Ok! This foodie is always fond of eating good foods.
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Keshav ji:- Arrey, Naresh, where are your family members? No one has come. Who is this boy?
Nareshchand:- He is my nephew. Amar bardaar chele…(Son of my eldest brother).
Keshav ji:- What is your name?
Nonigopal:- My name is Nonigopal.
Keshav ji:- Ha ha ha…Bhagwan Shri Krishna ji ka bhi naam Nonigopal tha…taah tumi ki Kolir Kesto naaki?
Nonigopal:- Ha ha ha…no, no, I am just Nonigopal, though I have never stolen curds or butter from anyone’s kitchen. Accha, Keshav uncle, what is this RSS all about? I mean; is it a political party like CPI (M) or Congress?
Keshav ji:- He he he…bahut smart ladka hain…Ok, the feast has started. You people go and have your foods. Nonigopal, after having your foods, don’t just run away. I will show you our RSS camp.
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Keshav ji:- So, how was the food?
Nonigopal:- Good! Good! Chaaler Payesh taa besh suswadu chilo. (The Rice Pudding was very delicious in taste). Where is my uncle?
Keshav ji: Oh! He is having a gala adda session with other RSS members over there. Forget him for the time being. Let me now tell you about our Rastriya Swayamsevak Sangha very briefly. It is not a political party but a social organization based on the ideology of Swami Vivekananda who believed in Swadeshi Jagaran among the youth of India.
Nonigopal:- What is Swadeshi Jagaran?
Keshav ji:- Do you love your mother?
Nonigopal:- Yes, of course! Everyone loves their own mother.
Keshav ji:- Exactly! The place where you take birth, that is known as your motherland and you must love your motherland because that land is also your mother. Mother India is the mother of all the Indians. That’s why; we proudly utter, ‘Bharat Mata ki Jai’.
Nonigopal:- But, that is the love of mother and her sons. Where is the significance of Swadeshi Jagaran here?
Keshav ji:- If we go back to the Indian history, there you will find that the British people started dumping the Indian market with low-cost clothes from Europe to ruin the jute and cotton industry of India. The British people started to whitewash the profitable companies run by Indian businessmen because they wanted to ruin the Indian economy. That’s why; the swadeshi movement started in India. You must have heard that Bengali song, ‘Maayer deowaa motaa kapor mathay tule ne re bhai…’ Unless, you become strong and self-sufficient enough to fight your enemies, how can you protect your motherland? Swami Vivekananda wanted each and every youth to become a strong from all ends. That’s why; in our RSS camps, we teach Martial Arts, Surya Namaskar, Yoga, Vedic disciplines, etc. to make our youth strong from all ends. Even, we have created a ‘Naari –Vahini’ to teach all the women about martial arts to help them in self-defense. We want you such young boys to join our camps and become a true warrior.
Nonigopal:- But, what’s the use of learning the martial arts? I am not going to join Military, Navy or Air Force. I am not going to fight with anyone in the streets.
Keshav ji:- That’s the problem with the young generation of India. Students of your generation always ask the question, ‘If I learn this; will it give me any return on investment in future?’ That’s a negative psychology, my boy! When we used to study in schools, we never used to ask any question to our Guru ji. Whatever Guru ji used to teach us, we used to learn that, because we always believed that whatever you learn, it always has its importance. God will let you know, when you need to utilize those small learning in real life. Knowledge is power. Look at China! Why they teach Kung-fu in Shaolin temples? China also believes in their swadeshi jagaran. That’s why; they also teach self-defense mechanism to all their young people. Had there been compulsory martial arts training in all schools, then we would not have taken any initiative to teach self-defense to our young Indians. Your uncle was telling me that you are now having winter vacation in your school and you will live here for another 15 days due to ‘Sraddha baari’ (A ritual after the death of a person) of your grandmother. So, why should you sit idle and feel bored. Just come to our camp and learn something from our camp. Believe me; our training will surely help you in future. I will personally teach you some tips and tactics of martial arts. There are 6 sensitive points in a human body. If you can hit in those 6 sensitive points very efficiently with your finger-bones, then a human can die within 3 minutes. Believe me, I am not joking. I will surely teach you about those points and how to hit there.
Nonigopal:- He he he…Though, I am not believing in your words, but, surely, I will have a great time-pass in this camp.
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Bisthu (A villager of Narendranagar):- Arrey! Kalindi has uprooted several trunks of many trees in my garden. She is in a very aggressive mood. Look there! She is jumping on that roof. Oh! No! Now she is taking out all the tiles from that roof and throwing here and there.
Mangal (A villager of Narendranagar):- Ei, have you people spotted Kaalia or not. If we can’t find Kaalia, then this Kalindi will make our life hell.
Nonigopal:- What’s happening? Why everyone is running here and there? Why that dark-faced monkey (Mukh-poraa Hanuman) is behaving like that.
Chandrani:- Don’t call her like that. She is Kalindi. She lives in the nearby forest. Since morning, she has lost her 2 months old baby monkey, Kaalia. Her hubby is a very strong monkey. His name is Kalachand. Thank God! Kalachand has not entered this village; otherwise, I don’t know what would have happened. Kalachand is recently having an affair with another female monkey, maybe; that’s why; he is not there to help Kalindi.
Nonigopal:- How do you know all these things?
Chandrani:- We are their neighbors. We have to know everything about them. They also know all the information about us. They are also intelligent and love their family members.
Nonigopal:- Good to hear that these monkeys also have a family and they also know everything about us.
Chandrani:- These monkeys are the ancestors of human beings. So, they may have not evolved much in physical appearances, but, they are smarter than any human being.
Nonigopal:- Ei, I can see some tribal villagers are trying to target that Kalindi. What’s that in their hands?
Chandrani:- That’s Gulti. They make a V-shaped formation with a wood. Then at the two upper ends of that V-shaped wood, they tie a big rubber band. They make strong, hard balls of soil and then install 5 poisonous small thorns on each ball. Watch them; they are targeting those small balls of marble size to Kalindi. Within 5 minutes, Kalindi will become senseless. Then these tribal villagers will release him to the jungle again.
Bisthu:- Ei, Mangal…we have got Kaalia. He was hiding in the trunk of a tree at the garden of Sain family.
Mangal:- Jaak babah…paowa gachey…Ei, go and release both Kalindi and Kaalia in the jungle.
Tribal villagers:- Ok! No problem at all. If by chance, Kalachand enters your village, then just let us know about it.
Nonigopal:- Baapre baap! Chandrani, are you sure, that there is no Royal Bengal Tiger in the jungle nearer to our village.
Chandrani:- No, there is no tiger in that jungle. But, yes, just behind that jungle, there is Matla River. If you cross that Matla River, you will get another forest. If you walk through that forest for some kilometers, you will reach Gosaba River. Cross that Gosaba River, you will enter the Sajnekhali forest range of Sunderbans, the den of Royal Bengal Tigers. A Royal Bengal Tiger can swim in any river. So, we cannot completely rule out that a tiger will never enter our village.
Nonigopal:- Babah! Living in a village near Sunderbans is always risky. Joley Kumir ar Dangaye Baagh (There is crocodile in the water and Royal Bengal Tigers on the land). But, how do you know about the route to Sunderbans forest from this village? Have you ever gone there?
Chandrani:- No, I heard about it from those tribal villagers only. Some of those tribal villagers enter the Sunderbans forest too often to collect honey from bee-hives. The honeys of Sunderbans delta are the sweetest honey of the world.
Nonigopal:- Bees don’t bite them or what!
Chandrani:- If the bees bite you, just rub the honey on that biting place of your body; it will not pain anymore. Anyway, tomorrow, you will be heading towards Kolkata again to attend your school after the winter vacation. Who knows; maybe, next time, when you will come here, I may become a married woman.
Nonigopal:- What! You are getting married! But, you are still to become a woman of 18 years.
Chandrani:- Only 3 months left for me to become a woman of 18 years. Anyway; who cares about age in villages. Despite strict rules, a minor girl gets married forcefully by their parents. My dad is trying hard to get me married to his colleague’s son who has recently got a job in Indian Railways.
Nonigopal:- Hmm…anyway, I have to go tomorrow. I may come to this village after our Annual Exam, that is, in spring time.
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Mrs. Nainital:- Students, this year, we have not got any picnic spot. So, I think that there will be no picnic this year.
Students of Class IX A:- Oh! No! What a sad news!
Mr. Roland:- Madam, can I come in!
Mrs. Nainital:- Of course, Sir!
Mr. Roland:- Thank you! Good afternoon, students! So, what’s the matter! Are you all feeling sad after hearing that there will be no picnic this year? Oh! Come on! When I am the Principal of this school, how can you be so sad? This year, Kolkata is going to have its first Water-theme Park in Saltlake. The name of that water-park is ‘Aquatica’. I had a talk with the owner of ‘Aquatica’. He has kept a day reserved for students of Saint Sebastian School only. The entry fee is free for all, but, after entering inside, you have to bear other expenses. For the food packets and bus fares, we will take only 100 bucks from each of you. We will be going to Aquatica next Friday. Are you people happy now? Sorry! I am yet to get any loud response from you people.
Students of Class IX A:- Hurrah! Yes, Sir! We are happy now!
Mr. Roland:- Wow! You people are expert in shouting. Anyway, enjoy yourselves in Aquatica next week. See you later, bye.
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