Ramlal's day in Kejriwal's School.

Ramlal was searching for a good school for admission of his Son. He went to a school where Kejriwal was the Head Master. Ramlal went early in the morning along with his Son, so that if the admission process is completed fast enough, his Son can attend the school for that day as well.

Ramlal entered Kejriwal’s office. Kejriwal was sitting on his chair with a muffler wrapped vertically, covering his ears in his characteristic style.

Ramlal said, ‘Sir, Good morning. I want an admission for my Son in your school. What is the procedure please?’

Kejriwal replied, ‘The admission in our school is very simple. You just send an SMS or send us a missed call and we give your admission.’

Ramlal was surprised. He said, ‘But sir, don’t you verify any credentials before you give admissions?’

Kejriwal replied proudly, ‘No. We are a school with a difference. All other schools are useless and they are not providing proper education to the students.’

Ramlal was happy. The admission process was completed.

Suddenly, Kejriwal looked at his watch and said, ‘Common hurry up, it is the time for Dharna…’

Ramlal was surprised. He said, ‘Dharna … in a school?’

Kejriwal smiled and said, ‘Yes Dharna. Other schools call it Assembly.’

Ramlal also stood in a corner to watch the Dharna proceedings. 

Kejriwal took a mike in his hands and said, ‘Saathiyon, we will continue our Dharna every day till we attain our objective. What do other schools think of us? We will also show them who we are…blah blah blah…!’

After the Dharna was over, the students dispersed and went to their respective classes. Ramlal chose the stay in the school, as it was his son’s first day.

Suddenly, he found one Teacher going in a hurry with 8 – 10 students around him.

He asked a peon nearby, ‘Sir, what is this? Who is he and where is he going?’

The peon replied, ‘Sir, he is our Social studies teacher. He always moves around with his Supporters … err ... students around him. He unexpectedly goes into any classroom and catches students who are doing mischief.’

Ramlal was surprised. He said, ‘But how does he know who is doing mischief?’

The peon said, ‘Sir, he knows everything. When he says that someone is doing mischief, Head master also agrees with him, whether it is proven or not.’

Ramlal thanked him for this information and started walking around the corridors. In one class, he found some children raising hands. He was happy to see the interaction between teacher and the students. While he stood there watching it with admiration, one peon came to him and said, ‘Sir, you know he is one of our oldest teachers. He always takes a referendum on what subject to teach in the class…’ Ramlal was further surprised.

As he went to another class, he saw a young teacher, who was reciting poetry. He thought it was a Hindi class. But later he learnt that it was a Maths class. However, the teacher was very much interested in reciting Hindi poems and therefore, many times he taught Maths in the form of Hindi Poems.

This was becoming enough for Ramlal. While leaving the school at the end of the day, he once again met Kejriwal.

He said, ‘Sir, what is the strength of your school?’

Kejriwal said emphatically, ‘Well, it is over 6000 students.’

Ramlal was absolutely surprised. He said, ‘Sir, but I did not see so many students in the school. I could see hardly 400…’

Kejriwal said, ‘You don’t believe? See our register’. And he pushed forward a bulky register.

Ramlal opened the register to see the names of students. There were names of Barack Obama, Atal Bihari Vajpayee, Narendra Modi, Mark Zuckerberg etc.

Ramlal said, ‘I am shocked. These celebrities are your students?’

Kejriwal said with confidence, ‘They are not. But they will be soon… because we are a school with a difference… all other schools are useless… they do not teach anything…blah blah blah…’

Ramlal quietly left the school with his son.

He was seriously thinking of looking for another school for his Son.