IBMC #05: The Not So Quite Quote Challenge
Kevin Joseph had landed himself in trouble once again. It was ‘love at first sight’, the umpteenth time. He had lost count of the times he had fallen in love, in his teenage years.
The first love ended in disaster, when a lady professor, Marianne D’Souza, delivered a tight slap to quell his advances, and lodged a complaint with the Principal. Several other girls complained about his misbehavior, and there he was, sitting with his parents in the Principal’s cabin. Prof. Marianne D’souza was also present.
Kevin looked at the charge sheet, and then, the professor.
“At times, we pretend to think on one and actually think everything else. It is not about those girls….”
“Mrs. Joseph, I think your son needs to be sent for counselling.”
“But, Ma’m, he behaves quite normally at home. I really don’t know…”, his mother was holding back tears.
His father was irate, and looked with contempt at both mother and son.
“I knew it, that I don’t know, and you don’t know. Everybody else in the world knows. Your son has grown up. Madame D’Souza, is there a way to avoid the rustication bit? He can study at home with a tutor, and I will look for a counsellor.”
“The decision lies with Principal Sir. You can address your concerns and questions to him.”
Kevin’s heart cried at her morose expression. He muttered to himself,
“You need not answer all the questions! You can just laugh and laugh again. I will spend a lifetime on the college gate, waiting for you to drive in.”
“What d-i-d y-o-u s-a-a-a-yyyy?” The Principal’s stern voice was addressing him.
Kevin could hear his voice coming from afar. He was talking to himself.
I am confused at times. Should I sound? Should I echo? I don’t mind seeing a counsellor. Hope she is prettier than Marianne, and smiles a little more.
Today, he was in a similar setting again. Only that he was alone in this office with the counsellor, Dr. Jones. The esteemed doctor was looking flabbergasted and dishevelled. He had just managed to escape from his patient in the cabin.
He called up the client’s father,
“Mr. Joseph, I think the diagnosis by the psychiatrist was incorrect. Your son is gay. A different line of treatment needs to be adopted.”
Kevin just smiled at himself,
“Thoughts – they do what we don’t ask for!”
Will it be the asylum or the remand home? He was just sixteen years old.
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