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The school was bussing with activity, teachers were seen carrying loads of notebooks, text books, entire calls of students were marching past, the corridors of the school, under the supervision of the ring masters, I earns the ubiquitous pts, whistle on lips,.
The HMS room was the center stage of the powerful organisation.the big wide table was accommodating, he key control registers, the checklists, 3 landlines which were costly ringing in continuity, a cell phone. He was surrounded by parents, teachers, quests, press presons.Mrs Thambi was seated besides him checking the grammar of the press release of the function held 2 hours back with photos.

“Yes, sir I will send the return by fax, don’t worry,” holding one phone, the harried looking hm ,barked orders cupping the mouth piece,”what the hell ramesh was doing,the collector is sitting on my heads,I want you to go there now and deliver the damn return”, while returning his eyes back his eyes caught the approaching well wisher,He stood up ,with a beaming face, extending both arms,”wanga,wanga,( pl come in}
He pressed the bell, to order coffee.kooking at Mrs. Thambi, hm said,” he is our benefactor, donated 10 000 dollars, for the chalk piece supplies for the next six years,