A new admissions' encounter with Embarrassment :P

" Just out of bed , walking towards the balcony , the fragrance of the bare soil greeted him , the pink rose in his garden had pearl like rain-drops on its petals and a honey-bee sitting on it , the drizzle has just stopped , making the whole vicinity look like a beauty drenched in rain . . . . " . In a house of 3 rooms that were almost square, enough to allow me sleep stretching my legs, a house where only way one can enjoy outside was through window as there wasn't any balcony, a woman was waking her son for school . It would be first time that he would be going "there”. He isn't a first standard student as you may understand; he is an eighth class student, but a new admission. Well, first day of a "new admission”. .  New people, new culture, new experience, so good tell and write, isn’t it? But seriously if one is a "new admission" where everyone admonishes the place , culture , people of where you came from , all the "new" so beautiful to write and tell someone whose would it be the first day in school , it sums up to "NIGHTMARE" happening in real world , unfortunately with him . But how was he to know all this? After-all he is just an eighth class student. Of course, he was going to know this . . . unfortunately on his first day. After having talked to principal, he was directed to class VIII-A.  He was led to room number “god knows what”(they talked in the local language of the land on which it was his 7^th day) by peon , shabbily dressed in khakis, smiling back at the boy at times to make him at ease, but was actually scaring hell out of him. Alas, when he went into the class finally, he went straight to sir and asked, “Morning sir, is this class VIII-A?” (Wishing for a negative) to which sir replied, “Yes, son”. He was shattered. He was in for an embarrassing situation. He was a new admission, in shorts, into the class of ones in pants and salwar-kameez. He was a new admission, into class where not one was speaking, that could make sense to him. He was a new admission, into world of humans, who were looking more alien than aliens has seen in TV, whose culture, language, tradition ,humor were beyond his comprehension. He was feeling odd one out. But, he came to accept that, and went to sit beside one who was looking lesser alien to him. And the lesser alien started, “abey, mera naam Harish hai. Tera kya naam hai?”. A sigh of relief for the new admission, Harish was talking language he could understand, has knowledge of. He was more than happy to have one such companion. Even before he could sink himself in this god sent parinda, the class teacher announced to class of his decision to make the new admission a class monitor, citing the probability of him being un-biased. He was devastated, for his imaginations followed . . . “standing near the board in his shorts, between the periods, monitoring class, where everyone is wearing pant like an adult, making him feel kiddo, all girls giggling at his sight, taking fun out of him between the time teachers come and go. ” .  He was feeling naked. But, the responsibility couldn’t be helped, as the ridicule was soon to get over. But, this was his tryst, with “embarrassment”.