Lets go back to 1995, Aprilish time. Just when the school starts usually. This was my 5th std. There I was a newbie to school and excited as I was seeing a lot more kids than I was usually used to. My 4th std was in a school where I was the only one in the class. (Read it twice, thrice, yes its true , more on that on a different post). The one before that was in a villagish town called Thiruvallur, scarcely populated and schools were pretty small with 15 at max in a class and if I remember correctly they din't have walls separating the rooms, and to digress, I remember Radha's small pox vaccination on her shoulder and I cried out "miss, Radha has a poochi (insect) on her shoulder miss". So yeah, my excitement on seeing lots of children of my age group, was justified.
I was very shy back then. I will only ask for a leak if its truly a bladder burst situation. And on that particular day, If I had to wait for another minute, I would have died of internal urinage(a la haemorrhage).
I popped up my hand, with my little finger pointing skywards and the 'miss' said, "go quickly". I will have to appreciate her observational skills, urgency was apparantly apparant on my face and the body language. I was literally stamping my feet in tandem, 'march past'ing in my place.
And yeah, I ran like Forrest gump. That was the first or second day, and the first time I'm using that particular toilet. Because of the urgency and the less intuitive, bad interface, I was walking down uncharted territories, namely Girls Toilet. Doors where shut as I was walking by each one of them. All the while stamping legs. 3rd door was ajar. I slightly pushed it open, following which was easily one of the most embarrassing situations in my life. I see my classmate Dimple, pulling her pants up(first few days, we were allowed to wear color dress and she wore a barbie doll jeans that day), and thankfully her panties in place. Then I make the eye contact, she had this 'i-shit-on-my-undies' look, I was having the 'breathe-breathe-push -push-i'm pregnant' look with my hands in my crotch (just in case). I ran out, found the boys toilet, pissed off. Pissed off. The relief briefly overtook the feeling of embarrassment. I walked out, knees trembling, looking forward to a possible 'shortest dismissal(chucked out of school for premature promiscuous behavior)' in the history of Indian schooling. And she was standing, lean and tall(easily taller than me by 3 to 4 inches) and cute and angry all at once.
Dimple: I will complain to class teacher *knodding her head to mean 'u r dead baby'*
me: hey sorry, I thot it was boys toilet.
me: I'm new to school.
Dimple: what did you see?
me: just the jetty(panties)
Dimple: Promise? *lends her right hand*
Dimple: *wash your hands moron!!* ok. *smiles*
We walked back in silence to class, and we tacitly agreed not to tell this to anyone. The agreement was intact, until this post.