When I was still in secondary school, we had a teacher who always gave us tough projects, which, in turn, if one failed to do, would result in punishment. He's this type of tough man, but his principles are somehow not in use.
He gave us a project to make an electric bell. We all knew him as someone that fancied old ideas, but then someone had to make him come back from the old means of thinking. We were just 22 in science class. He said we should just find a way to make an electric bell but did not specify which type we have to make.
Yogendra Singh
We sent the class captain, who I had to follow them to the market. When we got there, we searched the whole corner of the market but came back with an empty hand.
We went back the next day just to search again. We went to an electrical shop and asked. The man in charge said, "What you guys are asking for is outdate”d. We don't want to believe. We asked him to help us to contact some of his colleagues if they may have it. He tried contacting two, but they also did not have such an electric bell in stock. He later directed us to an old electrical shop, but the man advised us to go for the latest type. I reasoned with him, but my class captain does not want to get the new one; instead, he wants to go for the old type.
We went to the shop we were directed to. We met the seller sleeping. We woke him up and asked for the electric bell. He stood up and moved straight inside his shop. We were happy that we finally found the electric bell. We watched him as he walked straight to a big carton. He brought out the modern type that every other seller has been showing us.
We told him we needed the old model of the electric bell, but his reply surprised us. “You woke me up just because of something you cannot see.”
We left and returned to the school. Although, in each of our outings, we always take permission from our physics teacher.
We got to the school and told our mates how far we had gone. They all said we should leave the project undone, while some said we should still try to search. They all brought out their suggestions, but I stood up and said to them that we should go for the new model since we knew how to fix it. No one bought my idea. It was just as if my mouth were bringing out some offensive odor as they all bought the idea of our class captain.
The project day was merely a day left, and we all had to defend it individually. The whole class agreed that we should not make the project and should tell the physics teacher we were unable to get the electric bell on the market.
I stood up again, just to give them my little and last word left in me, if they would still listen. I told them that our physics teacher did not specify which type he wanted us to make as the project. He only said electric bell," so the best is to buy the new model and dismantle it just to make a mount for it on a wooden block after knowing the function of each component inside it. After telling them this, they still insisted on not making it.
The next day, our physics teacher entered the class, and we greeted him as usual. He sat quietly, expecting us to bring the project to him. After waiting for two minutes, he said, "Can someone bring the project to me right away?” The whole class began to murmur, gazing at each other just like some sort of idiots. Our class captain stood up just to defend the class. He said, and I quote, “We searched the entire market, and even our parents helped us to search round and yet did not see an electric bell.”
When our physics teacher heard this, he stood up from his chair and started ranting, shouting at his peak. He talked to us just like babies, just as usual, and in the way he always said funny words. This time his words were not funny but were pinching us deeply. He said, and I quote, “Were there no new model of electric bell in the market?” Immediately he made this statement, everyone took their gaze in my direction. I sat close to the perfect, and he said, “And you said it the other time.” I paid deaf ears to him.
Our teacher concluded that we were going to lose the complete fifteen marks for not making the project he had given to us. He left angrily.
The once silent class began to blame our class prefect for bringing in his useless idea, which he used to rob the entire class. He has nothing to say but to apologize to everyone. He said he had failed us as a person. He pleaded for forgiveness, but then we had lost a complete fifteen marks. Hadn't it been that the whole class agreed to my idea, it would have been better, but then they only listened to the useless idea of our captain.
