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The principal's office story #yqbaba #yostowrimo #

The principal's office story #yqbaba #yostowrimo #shortstory #chitstory #principalsofficestory Holy Cross high school, kurla, Mumbai. My alma mater. I distinctly remember an incident while in my secondary section, eighth standard to be exact. A lady entered our school premises enquiring the whereabouts of our school principal. It was lunchtime and she insisted on meeting the principal. We later learnt that she was the mother of a boy studying in the primary section of our convent school and had come to meet the then principal Mr Dambrekar. We could distinctly hear her asking in a loud tone, 'kahan hai woh Dambrekar?' Well, the woman was an unlettered villager and had a loud voice. She walked up to a father attired in priest's robes and kept repeatedly asking to be taken to the principal's office. She wanted to meet Mr Dambrekar. The father led her to the principal's office. The father sat himself in the principal's chair and calmed her down. 'I want to meet Mr. Dambrekar,' she once again insisted. 'Where is the principal of this school?' enquired the lady. 'Who are you?' asked the father. 'I am Mrs. Patil, mother of Pradeep Patil who is a seventh standard student of your school.' said the lady adding that she had something to say regarding her mischievous son. 'Please call the principal Mr Dambrekar' went the lady. 'Well madam, I am the principal but my name is Mr Francis Pereira and not Mr Dambrekar' replied the principal. The lady was taken aback. 'What? My son told me that Mr Dambrekar is our school principal.'
The principal's office story #yqbaba #yostowrimo #shortstory #chitstory #principalsofficestory Holy Cross high school, kurla, Mumbai. My alma mater. I distinctly remember an incident while in my secondary section, eighth standard to be exact. A lady entered our school premises enquiring the whereabouts of our school principal. It was lunchtime and she insisted on meeting the principal. We later learnt that she was the mother of a boy studying in the primary section of our convent school and had come to meet the then principal Mr Dambrekar. We could distinctly hear her asking in a loud tone, 'kahan hai woh Dambrekar?' Well, the woman was an unlettered villager and had a loud voice. She walked up to a father attired in priest's robes and kept repeatedly asking to be taken to the principal's office. She wanted to meet Mr Dambrekar. The father led her to the principal's office. The father sat himself in the principal's chair and calmed her down. 'I want to meet Mr. Dambrekar,' she once again insisted. 'Where is the principal of this school?' enquired the lady. 'Who are you?' asked the father. 'I am Mrs. Patil, mother of Pradeep Patil who is a seventh standard student of your school.' said the lady adding that she had something to say regarding her mischievous son. 'Please call the principal Mr Dambrekar' went the lady. 'Well madam, I am the principal but my name is Mr Francis Pereira and not Mr Dambrekar' replied the principal. The lady was taken aback. 'What? My son told me that Mr Dambrekar is our school principal.'
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