The Sign Sin

Sorry viewers for the long long gap in my posting. I wouldn’t say that I was very busy but the reason for the delay in blogging was none other than my laziness. I will see to it that this incident will not repeat again. For the information of the readers I have completed my Bachelor’s Degree in first class (It has to be noted that if a person passes the exams he is given a first class). I have been totally jobless over the last two months after the completion of my examinations. This incident of my school time came to my mind while I was pondering over the happenings in my life so far. I think most of the people out here would have faked the signature of someone in their life which is most likely to be their dad or mother (for the sake of school in progress reports) and I am no exception to this case. This incident happened in my fifth standard and the name of the teacher was Hemalatha (if I am correct). She was my science teacher at the time and she had asked my parents to come and meet her for some mischievous activity of mine which I do not remember now. My dad was strict and he didn’t like this kind of activities so I feared a lot about the consequences I was about to face. It was about the end of the academic year and this made me think of an idea. The idea was that if I could manage a month or so without letting my parents meet the teacher, she would forget it in the new academic year. So I kept giving lame excuses for my parents not able to come. She started doubting whether I had informed the parents about the issue and so she wrote the issue in my school diary and asked me to get signature from my dad. I didn’t know what to do as if I got caught I would be smashed to death for two reasons (one the real one and the other for lying). Here too I thought criminally (:P) and faked my dad’s signature with a little help from a carbon paper (there was no trace of the use of a carbon paper.. such was the care I took for faking the sign). The next day I showed it to my teacher although she wasn’t fully convinced that it was dad’s signature she could do nothing about it. Thanks to the underdevelopment of scientific technologies in those days (since no mobile phones where there it wasn’t that easy to communicate with parents as of now). Eventually I won as the academic year came to an end and I solved off the matter without my parents knowing about it. To my surprise the teacher wasn’t present in the school in the following academic year and I heard that she had switched her job. I was happy at that moment but I had some guilt in my later years. I just couldn’t figure out from where I got the guts to fake my dad’s signature as it was those days in which I used to get beatings for not getting first rank (the situation completely changed after reaching college as I even got arrears in my degree).