Those drawing classes.......

I entered the classroom, eyes searching for that one corner of the room from where I won't be visible to the teacher, feet trembling and voice shaking as rest of the classmates greeted me. My mind preoccupied with some thought, which was then so fearful. I did not know how to hide my emotions then.
Rang the bell, and with that my heart started beating faster. I, for once, felt if others could also hear my heartbeats. They were loud, and clear, and scary.
The next class was the drawing class, the reason of my discomfort, something which always gave me a lot more than negative vibes and inferiority complex. I could not draw, irrespective of the fact that I tried hard, really hard........................ sometimes......


And that "sometimes" was generally the day before the submission..........
Anyways, back to the D-day. All of us were supposed to submit a chart, with whatsoever made on it. I peeped into my chart, and after that I was too scared to show it to anyone else.
Then, entered the teacher. To everyone's surprise, she did not ask for the submission of the charts, instead asked us to make something in our sketchbooks, An Ice-cream parlour.
Though, certain students who were really good at drawing, tried to remind her twice.


I happily and enthusiastically took my sketch book, and my pencils, eraser, sharpener, scale, and everything it needed to make a drawing except for the idea to kick start the draw.
I started to draw, and soon I heard the bell ring. Once again, instead of drawing, I was lost in thoughts. And the only thing I could draw on the paper was this.

With a 2 on 10, and a slap on both the cheeks, I was left lamenting.


I somehow managed to pass the drawing exam, and vowed not to ever try may hand at drawing.


It was one of those rarest days when I break the promises I have made in my life, and the result was.......

This is what I can at best maneuver on such days............
I am OFF.....