The next class was in the computer lab.
This was the most mischievous class in the school—the combined section of 3rd and 4th grade.
From outside the door, it sounded as if a war had broken out inside.
"Hey! This mouse is mine!" "Move, Sir is coming!"
Suraj opened the door and stepped inside.
He said nothing, did not scold, and did not tap the table.
He just placed one finger on his lips and looked at the entire class with a deep gaze.
[Ding! Aura of Authority: 50% Active]
The noise vanished in an instant like magic.
Suraj moved toward the board, picked up the chalk, and wrote in large letters— NOTEPAD.
"Children," Suraj said, turning around.
"Do you know that computers are not just for playing games?"
"It is an extension of your memory. It is your 'Digital Slate'."
"Sir! A slate breaks, will the computer break too?" a small child named Aman asked innocently.
The entire class burst into laughter.
Suraj smiled, "Aman, the body of a computer can break, but your work written on Notepad can remain safe in the 'Clouds'."
"Today we will learn the very first and magical mantra of the computer— N-O-T-E."
He wrote on the board:
N – New (New Page)
O – Open (Opening old memories)
T – Type (Writing your thoughts)
E – Exit (Leaving after finishing work)
"Sir! Why do we write .txt? Can't we write our name?" a girl named Shivani asked, raising her hand.
Suraj held the mouse and, moving the cursor on the screen, said—
"Shivani, just as your surname is your identity to show which family you belong to..."
"Similarly, .txt is the identity of this file."
"It tells the computer that this is just a written document (Text), not a song or a movie."
Outside the window, Principal Sharma and the Manager were peeking at this scene.
The Manager said softly, "Is this Suraj or someone else?"
"His voice today carries the confidence of the entire universe."
Suraj sensed their presence; he turned and gave a small Namaste, but did not break his rhythm.
"Sir, what if the light goes out and we haven't Saved?" another student asked in a frightened voice.
"Then the computer will fall asleep," Suraj replied.
"And it will forget your hard work."
"Just as you forget your notebook at home, the computer will forget to keep your file in its 'Mind'."
"Therefore, always remember—Saving is security!"
[Ding! Teaching Flow stable. Student engagement: High]
Suraj took a long and relieved breath.
The phone was no longer near the mesh shelf; it had safely reached his father's hands.
Even though it was with him, Suraj's purpose had been served—the house was quiet, and he had 'proven' his honesty.
He pulled his old blanket and wrapped himself in it.
Leaving the bitterness of the world outside the quilt, he closed his eyes.
Time began to pass at its own pace.
After a few hours of deep and peaceful sleep, as the night grew darker, he began to feel a slight chill.
In his sleep, Suraj pulled the heavy quilt (Razai) over his body.
He always slept with both a blanket and a quilt by his side.
As soon as he covered himself with the quilt, the chill of the bed vanished.
He sank into a very deep, velvety sleep.
He lost track of time, and within the silence of that profound sleep, those blurry figures began to emerge again.
The same high mountains, the same icy mist, and those mysterious beauties appeared once more.
There was a secret hidden in their smiles.
Their smiles and that magical sensation were pulling Suraj toward them.
Suraj wanted to reach out his hand toward them, but the wheel of time turned rapidly.
A sharp voice shattered that magical world into pieces.
The door to that mysterious world was slammed shut.
"Suraj! Hey, are you watching? It's 8:30 for this worthless boy!"
"Won't he go to school? Will he just lie here in bed?"
Mother's voice still carried a trace of the bitterness from last night's argument.
Suraj sat up in bed with a sudden jolt.
The comfort of the quilt and the company of those beauties vanished in an instant.
Without giving any reply, he left the bed.
He rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face to wash away the last remnants of sleep.
He got ready quickly and ran toward the school.
He knew that the prayer had been missed today as well.
But today, a strange peace and new energy were circulating within him.
As soon as Suraj took his first step inside the heavy iron gate of the school, he felt a subtle vibration in the air around him.
Right before his eyes, the blue transparent screen of the 'Devta Bhakt System' opened like a waving curtain.
Ding! [A special feature is being activated due to a specific situation...]
A loading bar began to run rapidly on the screen: 1%... 25%... 50%... 75%... 100%.
[Hidden Feature: 'Teaching Mode' successfully activated.]
An echo resonated within his mind—
[Host's pedagogical role is being fully optimized.]
[Aura of Authority: Increased by 50%. Ding!]
Suraj's way of walking had now completely changed.
His spine was straight, and there was an authority on his face that looked like that of an emperor.
He entered the office directly.
Principal Sharma was busy pondering over some files on his desk.
"Namaste Sir," Suraj said in his heavy and stable voice.
The Principal looked up, resting his glasses on his nose.
"Late again today, Suraj? What will happen to discipline?"
"Is this a school or your private estate?"
Suraj did not lower his gaze, nor did he make any false excuses.
He looked directly into Sharma Ji's eyes and said without any hesitation—
"Woke up late, Sir."
[Ding! Truthful statement detected.]
[Reward: +10 Devta Bhakt Points received. Total Points: 1009]
Principal Sharma was stunned for a moment.
He was expecting Suraj to make an excuse, but this naked truth shook him to the core.
Without wasting any time, Suraj quickly signed the staff register.
He picked up the 'Attendance Register' of Class 5 and headed toward his classroom.
Being the Class Teacher, his first task was to take attendance.
As soon as he stepped through the door, the noise of the children was like a crowded fair.
But as soon as Suraj stepped in, the system's 'Aura' did its work.
The entire class became as silent as stone statues in an instant.
Suraj called out everyone's names one by one and recorded the attendance.
After taking attendance, Suraj saw that the whole class had become deathly silent.
He felt extremely happy today.
Suraj moved toward the board and picked up the chalk.
In large and clear letters, he wrote— Rocks and Minerals.
There was an amazing grip in his handwriting.
He turned around and looked at the entire class.
Because of the system's 'Aura of Authority,' the class was so silent as if no one were there.
Suraj's eyes fell on Amit, who was often lost in his own world.
Suraj looked at him with a slight smile and asked—
"Amit, do you know that the ground we stand on today is not just soil, but millions of years of history?"
"Where did this soil come from?"
Amit, who was looking out the window until now, suddenly sat up straight.
Suraj drew a circle on the board and began explaining the layers of the Earth.
"Children, rocks are mainly of three types."
"First are Igneous rocks."
"There is a blazing, boiling lava beneath the Earth."
"When this lava comes out during a volcanic eruption or cools down inside, it turns into stone."
"Like this black granite that you use in building houses."
Then a girl named Komal raised her hand.
"Sir, if this lava is so hot, why doesn't it burn the ground?"
Suraj smiled and, showing the layers on the board, said—
"Komal, the upper layer of the Earth, which we call the 'Crust', is very thick."
"The lava is hidden deep beneath it."
Suraj then spoke about the second type of rocks.
"Second are Sedimentary rocks."
"For thousands of years, rivers and wind carry soil, sand, and dead organisms with them and keep depositing them in layers."
"Slowly, due to pressure, these layers turn into stone."
"Like the red sandstone from which the Red Fort of Delhi is built."
"Sir, can fish be found inside them?" another student asked from the back.
Suraj nodded, "Absolutely! We call these 'Fossils'."
"Ancient secrets from thousands of years ago are buried between these layers."
Finally, Suraj spoke about the third category.
"Third are Metamorphic rocks."
"Amit, now the answer to your question will come."
"When Igneous and Sedimentary rocks are subjected to extreme heat and heavy pressure for thousands of years, they completely change their form."
"They do not break; instead, they become even more powerful and precious."
Amit asked curiously, "Sir, is a diamond also a stone? And is it formed like this?"
Suraj went to Amit and placed his hand on his shoulder very affectionately.
"Amit, a diamond is not just a stone; it is the greatest example of patience and struggle."
"It is a form of coal itself, but when that coal is subjected to heavy pressure and unbearable heat beneath the Earth for thousands of years..."
"Then it becomes the hardest and most precious diamond in the world."
"Remember, the more pressure of studies and discipline you endure, the more you will shine in the future."
At that moment, there was such depth in Suraj's words that a new spark appeared in Amit's eyes.
As soon as Suraj finished his explanation, a digital vibration occurred within his mind and the blue screen flashed.
Ding! [Teaching Mode: Knowledge Integration complete.]
Ding! [Host has mastered the 'Rocks and Minerals' chapter.]
[EVS Mastery Level: Advanced Active.]
Immediately, Suraj stepped out of Class 5.
The cold air of the corridor touched his face.
He picked up the register, and after leaving it in the staff room, he headed toward his next class.
There was a different weight in his steps today.
The next class was in the computer lab.
This was the most mischievous class in the school—the combined section of 3rd and 4th grade.
From outside the door, it sounded as if a war had broken out inside.
"Hey! This mouse is mine!" "Move, Sir is coming!"
Suraj opened the door and stepped inside.
He said nothing, did not scold, and did not tap the table.
He just placed one finger on his lips and looked at the entire class with a deep gaze.
[Ding! Aura of Authority: 50% Active]
The noise vanished in an instant like magic.
Suraj moved toward the board, picked up the chalk, and wrote in large letters— NOTEPAD.
"Children," Suraj said, turning around.
"Do you know that computers are not just for playing games?"
"It is an extension of your memory. It is your 'Digital Slate'."
"Sir! A slate breaks, will the computer break too?" a small child named Aman asked innocently.
The entire class burst into laughter.
Suraj smiled, "Aman, the body of a computer can break, but your work written on Notepad can remain safe in the 'Clouds'."
"Today we will learn the very first and magical mantra of the computer— N-O-T-E."
He wrote on the board:
N – New (New Page)
O – Open (Opening old memories)
T – Type (Writing your thoughts)
E – Exit (Leaving after finishing work)
"Sir! Why do we write .txt? Can't we write our name?" a girl named Shivani asked, raising her hand.
Suraj held the mouse and, moving the cursor on the screen, said—
"Shivani, just as your surname is your identity to show which family you belong to..."
"Similarly, .txt is the identity of this file."
"It tells the computer that this is just a written document (Text), not a song or a movie."
Outside the window, Principal Sharma and the Manager were peeking at this scene.
The Manager said softly, "Is this Suraj or someone else?"
"His voice today carries the confidence of the entire universe."
Suraj sensed their presence; he turned and gave a small Namaste, but did not break his rhythm.
"Sir, what if the light goes out and we haven't Saved?" another student asked in a frightened voice.
"Then the computer will fall asleep," Suraj replied.
"And it will forget your hard work."
"Just as you forget your notebook at home, the computer will forget to keep your file in its 'Mind'."
"Therefore, always remember—Saving is security!"
[Ding! Teaching Flow stable. Student engagement: High]