Nehru Without a Rose

All the children of Model Public School were very excited today because the school was holding a fancy-dress competition on Children's Day.

- Vivek Chakravarty

Each student was coming to school dressed as a famous personality.

Danny was dressed as the revolutionary Bhagat Singh, while his friend Manu was in the costume of Chandra Shekhar Azad. Rahul was dressed up as Mahatma Gandhi, and Aryan as Subhas Chandra Bose.

Everyone was busy rehearsing their lines. Just then, Garvit entered dressed as Jawaharlal Nehru.

"What's the matter, Garvit? You look a bit worried," Danny asked, seeing Garvit looking around nervously.

"Nothing, Danny, I'll be back in a minute," Garvit said and walked away before anyone could say anything.

"Danny, let him go. Listen, am I saying my lines properly or not? 'Swaraj is my birthright, and I shall have it," Manu roared, and Danny laughed.

"Manu, who have you dressed as and whose lines are you reciting?" Danny teased, laughing, and Manu blushed.

"Oh, I think I remembered someone else's lines. But what were my own lines?" Manu said, trying to recall.

“I will not give away my Jhansi to anyone,” Katie, who was standing nearby, said.

"Thank you, Katie. I will not give away my Jhansi... hang on, I am dressed as Chandrashekhar Azad, so why am I saying, 'I will not give away my Jhansi'? Katie, why are you telling me the wrong lines?" Manu said, annoyed.

“Manu, I am not telling you anything. I am just rehearsing my own lines,” Katie said, and Manu fell silent.

“Manu, your line is ...” Danny began to say, when Rahul shouted, “Do or die.”

“Rahul, are you sure that’s definitely my line?” Manu asked in a panic.

“Oh, Manu, Rahul is just remembering his own lines. It’s very noisy here, so I can’t tell you anything. Let’s go somewhere else,” Danny said.

“Where shall we go, Danny?” Manu asked.