School in swarg Part 1

So, it has been a year since I have been blogging. For my 1^st year anniversary, I will be re writing some of my old articles. I didn’t post this weekend, because this article needed time.  So, here’s Swarg in school with a twist. Apologies for the delay! Hope you enjoy the article!

  “Indra ji! Indra ji!” Vishnu exclaimed. Indra picked a fruit from the Kalpavriksha. He turned slowly, and murmured under his breath, “Opening a school in Swarg was the worst thing I ever did. Being a principal has really snatched away my privacy.” Then, stroking Airavats milk-like white skin, Indra replied in an uninterested tone, “What is it Vishnu?” Vishnu, used to the varying moods of Indra, replied calmly, “This Ghatotkach doesn’t seem to understand that Sudarshan chakra sliced Shishupal’s head because it was a blade, and not some idiotic rubber toy. His mischief is unstoppable! Hamara suna ansuna kar deta hai, mahodaya ji. All teachers have a problem with him. ” Ghatotkach glanced at Vishnu, and thought, “ I remember that we learnt something about the Sudarshan chakra, but what was it? Urgh, I keep forgetting half of the stuff we learn in school.” His thoughts were interrupted by a ignorant Indra, “Fine. Arrange a meeting with all the teachers and this little mischief-maker. Now go and teach vigyaan Vishnu ji.” Vishnu left, feeling assured. He could finally switch his thoughts from Ghatotkach to the working of the brahmastra.

 Ghatotkach sighed. His fat-bellied, chubby yet adorable physique needed at least 100 plums per day. He was dieting after all. He had unfortunately missed his lunch break. Now he was really annoyed at the very thought of seeing his teachers who were Gods and Goddesses in reality. His father, the great Bheem, kept giving him his advice which was enlightened with wisdom. He was told to feel privileged to be a part of this prestigious institution. But all he could feel was lazy and hungry.  He wanted to be normal. This whole godliness had overpowered his happy-go lucky life.

He walked beside Vishnu, with Vishnu blabbering something and Ghatotkach ignoring it. Soon, they saw a neatly painted, clean and tidy, three-storeyed building. It was surrounded by bright blue clouds and was floating on the cotton-like clouds. A chariot stood before them. They sat on the bright yellow chariot which had ‘Swarg ka vidyalay’ written on both sides in bold black. Ghatotkach let out a disgusted look.

After climbing one complete floor and walking for about 500 steps, Ghatotkach reached his class as tired as a koala bear and perspiring heavily. He saw Ganga devi in class, teaching a Hindi lesson. She was teaching sandhi, and as usual, no one was paying attention. Hindi was a neglected subject at school. No one exactly cared about Ganga devi. They thought that since she had got really popular in bhulok, she had started over-acting lately. Ghatotkach sat, his hands on his head. Suddenly, he heard a bang…………………………..

(To be continued)