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  • “You are a wicked boy! Why did you lead the ox into the classroom? Speak up!
  • Sir, I didn’t lead the ox into the classroom. I was only riding on its back to tame it, and it suddenly ran into the room.”
  • “Who asked you to ride an ox during school hours? Hold out your hand.”
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  • “Granny, hold on to me. I’ll walk you home.”
  • So there was another complaint lodged against Tapan; this time by the teacher Rajani Saharia. The headmaster flew into a rage. The boy was a menace and a troublemaker. Not only students but even the school building had suffered. The headmaster summoned Tapan again.Tapan appeared with Mohan the chowkidar. On seeing him the headmaster’s temper boiled over.
  • “Had this dear boy not been there, I would still have been lying on the road. May God shower him with blessings. The other two boys there also saw how ill I was but far from lending a hand they have been making fun of this dear boy. How heartless they areare.”
  • “Sir, some wicked boys have broken the ox’s leg. It is in great pain. Sir, is it not wrong to hurt dumb animals?”
  • Soon after a notice was circulated in the school. It read: Tapan of Class V has been given fifteen Tapan recived 15 strokes for riding an ox into the Class VII and upsetting the teacher and students; also for causing breakage of glass-panes; he has been further fined Rs 25.00 to pay for the damage. The notice concluded that Tapan would be expelled from the school if he committed any such offence in future. A few boys who came out of their classes on the pretext of spitting outside made faces at Tapan.
  • “Well, Sir, it was very wicked. But since the day I rode it, it has reformed. It has not only stopped attacking people but even makes way for them. So they shouldn’t have hurt it. It is in agony. I have chewed a few medicinal leaves and dressed the injured leg with the pulp. I have heard Father say that it is very good for injuries, Sir,”
  • “Didn’t you ride this same ox the other day, saying that it was wicked and needed to tamed? How has it become so good in your eyes today?”
  • “What are you doing here, Tapan?”
  • On the same evening the headmaster had returned home, had his tea and was taking a stroll. This was his daily routine. Dusk was falling as he was on his way back when he saw the school’s bad boy. Tapan was holding an old beggar woman’s hand, while on his head he carried her begging basket. Walking alongside jeering at him were two boys of his class – Naren, the one who came fist, and Mahesh. The old women had fever. It had come on her during her begging round. She could hardly walk, leave alone carry her basket. On seeing the plight of the old woman Tapan had lifted her basket on his head and taking the old woman’s hand said,
  • “Do you know Bhabesh that the special prize for the best character is being awarded to Tapan?hahaha”
  • When Naren and Mahesh saw the headmaster they saluted him and looked at Tapan with a derisive smile, pleased that the headmaster was witnessing himself one of Tapan’s misdeeds. When the headmaster questioned the old woman she told how Tapan had come forward to help her.The old woman began panting for breath. The headmaster scolded Naren and Mahesh and sent them away. He asked Tapan to take the old woman to her home.
  • Two weeks later the headmaster was returning home from his walk. On the road he saw the ox lying with a leg broken and kneeling beside it was Tapan rubbing some medicine on its injured leg and bandaging it. There were tears in Tapan’s eyes. He was startled when the headmaster came and stood near him. He saluted with folded hands. The headmaster asked,The headmaster stood engrossed in thought. Then he looked at Tapan’s face and affectionately patted him. Without a word, he started on his way home. His eyes were moist.
  • It was the prize-giving day of the Jnanpeeth High School. The principal of a Gauhati college had been invited to preside over the function. This time the headmaster Rabin Barua had decided to award a special prize to the student with the best character. Three books – the biographies of Mahatma Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru, Lal Bahadur Shastri, were to be given as prizes.
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