Sai prasad

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

It was the last hour of school. It was the period of my telugu teacher(saraswati-the mother of knowledge)she had a lot of wisdom or may be she knew a lot of words that appealed to me as wisdom. She entered the class, all students stood-up to greet her or you may call it as choir. She placed the stack of books upon the desk. As we sat down whispering started all around. Crumpled papers were flying in the air. The whole class was a mess. All students were so hyped up to leave the school.It seemed that i was the only individual interested about her class. Saraswati tried to bring peace but all her efforts were like a drop in the ocean. So she opted for the ultimate choice, she took a chalk and turned towards the blackboard, no one cared her actions. She held the chalk firmly against the texture of the board. As she moved her hand a high pitched noise gained everybody's attention at once. We swiveled our heads in unison as meerkats do. As she found that she had our attention she inscribed 'మెరిసేది అంత బంగారం కాదు'- 'All that glitters is not gold' on the board.