KHDA: First Day, First Show. Let the Drama Begin.

Prologue

KHDA, alias the Knowledge and Human Development Authority. Kill yourself if you didn't know this, but this time the Indian High School is right under the hood. Enough said:

Chapter 1: Let the Drama Begin

First day, first show, and the first surprise. A squad of teachers stood right outside the comforts of the colossal auditorium, which wasn't really unusual. The real party began with that steam of 'inspiration' on every one of their faces: which for some reason, seemed exceptionally amusing.

The Assembly

It happened in the auditorium; and to put it straight, this concept was fairly fresh: the garage once used to be the routine venue. Well, our entry was pretty much as ordinary, but it was all just about to kick up. We began with the school prayer (Dear God, so good, tara dum dum tada da da) and the pledge, as usual. But then came the News. And for the first time in the history of digital projectors, we had it visual: the screen lit up bright with a flush of the vibrant colors of a couple of lame PowerPoint presentations. For reasons unmistakably obvious, it filled our faces with the sigh of pity: not to mention when the supervisor begged of our cooperation (oh and I almost forgot, 100% discipline). We dismissed as usual, but with a sudden knack of discipline. It would look more like a line of KG kids; and thank Sagan's soul we weren't asked to "put finger on your lips".

Let the Real Drama Begin

The sight of brand new LCD monitors (possibly on rent) mounted in the corridors filled our senses with plain, blatant humor. Nevertheless, we found ourselves in a class way different from whatever it used to be a couple of weeks back. The parabolas, hyperbolas, "Save Our Earth"(s), Malwares, Viruses, Trojans, worms, and not to mention, the class timetables and the whole of eternity: shoved right into a panel of brand new notice/chart boards. We wondered if they're all on rent as well.

So, let the real drama begin. First act: physics. At first sight, we wondered if our folk was genetically modified or something alike. He, for the first time in perpetuity, seemed 'interactive': which was rather unexpected, atleast in this reality. He actually cared pinning every darn article into the white-board, and bothered explaining with examples. Whoa!

Next act: chemistry. For the first time, I could actually comprehend whatever he said (I demand celebration!). Otherwise, he seemed pretty natural, atleast for the first whole period, but oh guddie! He got us all a real 'assignment', or as he calls it. Trust me, the probability of this happening won't fit in your calculator (unless you have a Canon F-778dx, which is; no really, I'm fixated).

Well, mathematics wasn't much of an act; Partly because I like Jay Sean (or Jayashankar, our math folk), partly because he does it good all the time. He did seem to overdo things a little, but what the hell. Computer Science wasn't as high as well: M.V did explain just like she always did, except for going a little haywire with the 'groups'. English? At times, I feel real down for the poor guy. He is probably yet to adapt to the niche, but only if had a chance. In another way, it was noise pollution, just as usual. No wait. So, we're supposed to get our "English notebooks", and get an article shat about any drivel we like. How 'enthralling'.

1 Down, 4 to Go

So the day, and this chapter concludes with us walking past crafted glass windows and an array of flower pots, placed right outside of the main gate (How green!).

Nasim. [1050 hrs, Jan 11 '10]