"I dont think this much commotion is necessary, and if they were as you told me wont the head of the institute intervene in the coming of this so-called special force?" Arvyan asked me while eating at the cafeteria of the institute.
"Well, you are right, but the thing is our institute is not as sunny as you think. Many internal power struggles are happening behind our backs that we don't even know about. People here are more obsessed with power as they were unable to awaken one for themselves. It's sad, but it is a truth that they should accept. These people are too self-absorbed." I explained to Arvyan about the circumstances and reasons behind such decisions while Sanyara was eating her food like a glutton, and I didn't pay much mind to it, as I have grown accustomed to it.
"I sometimes wonder if you have some power related to gluttony, but since you are in this institute, I will be disregarding that idea." I accidentally thought out loud, and Sanyara looked at me with one of her eyebrows raised. "Oh, I apologise if it was rude, please continue," I said, with a nervous smile and offered her my plate of food as a sign of attonment and she continued eating, showing me her way of forgiving me.
"Just forget about her. She is like that sometimes, but sometimes I think you are not of our age. You talk too mature for your age, despite being of our age." Arvyan asked me.
"Is that so? I think I....." as I was talking, Arvyan interrupted me with a proud smile and stars in his eyes with joy and said "I can understand you too, and can tell your talks are mature, so does that mean I too am mature? WONDERFUL!!!!" I looked at Arvyan with a confused look as he was laughing out loud and praising himself. Suddenly, an empty can hit his head, making him groan in pain, rolling on the ground holding his head. "Ouch, that hurt me," he said, looking at me with comical tears in his eyes.
"Can you please tone down a little? You are killing the appetite of people around you with your laugh." A boy commented on Arvyan's dilemma while picking up the can. "Hmm, the can has a dent, but you didn't bleed. Interesting, never expected a newcomer to be strong."
"So you are the one who threw that can at me. I am going to beat you up." As Arvyan was going to jump on him, I stopped him by catching his collar, setting him aside. "Svarbhan, leave me. I am going to beat this over-smart guy." "Woah woah, calm down, Arvyan, this is a cafeteria, not some fighting ring," I said, calming him down. This guy has too much pride. I had to do a lot of work to calm him down and restrain and Sanyara didn't even come to help me calm his brother. That guy walked out, picking up his can as Arvyan was cursing at his retreat back.
After that commotion, we were on our way back to our usual classes, and Arvyan said, while puffing suppressed, angry tone, "You should have left me to beat him." I tried not to listen to his whine. "Just leave him alone, he is usually like this, like a spoiled kid when his fantasy is broken." Sanyara said to me, which made Arvyan sad, and said while sitting in a gloomy looking back at his actions, "How pathetic I have to be to have her speak like that about me?"
We sat at our respective desks, and the door opened to the class with Professor Bright, a muscular guy, but mainly a musclehead, entering the classroom with his usual trademark smile. "Surprise to see me, your beloved teacher, here? Get ready, brats, we shall not show our weakness." He looked at his watch and continued, "Within 7 minutes and 30 seconds, I want each one of you in front of my eyes on the field; if not, then you know the punishment." He said the word punishment, which sent shivers down many students' spines. "Your time starts now." He yelled in a loud voice, turning on the timer while laughing out loud. Everyone was in a hurry; no one wanted to face that kind of physical torture modelled as punishment ever again. Within 5 minutes and 20 seconds, everyone was on the field while panting like we were running and escaping death.
"Wow, take a look at you all!!! I must be a good teacher that have the students' full faith and support. I must not let you all down. I will always live upto your expectations!!!" He said, fired up while having tears of joy rolling down his face.
Some students began to think to themselves while looking at the scene before them," Yeah, we are totally screwed, just why?, leave me alone(while crying internally), what the hell? We recorded it another time? Yup, yup, he is going mental, I said to everyone to slow down, but they didn't listen to me, who was the one who assigned this teacher to us again?, Someone control this guy, he is going to be the death of us, he is a devil(cursing inside mentally).
"Umm, professor, you dont have to live up to our expectations, we are just trying to do our best as students." A student tried to sugarcoat his words. "No dont stop me, let me have this moment. I have heard from others how undisciplined this class is, but you always obey my words. I must leave upto your expectations. No one has ever shown me this kind of respect since my childhood," He said, crying tears of joy.
Again inner monologue started between students, "Is this guy for real? He has been a professor here for 6 years. So you are telling me our predecessors didn't listen to his words, the hell?, dont tell me this is the first time he has resolved to punishment, curse you seniors, how can you do this to us(said while having a mental breakdown despite keeping a straight face on the outside)."
Everyone sighed and stood a bit back, expecting the training to start. After a while(more like 5 minutes, which felt like eternity), he calmed down and said, "So, students, we are going to strengthen our bodies and push them past our limit. Let's go!"