Class 5^th…our science lecture is going on. As usual I am looking out of window..

“Please look at black board” My teacher roared looking at me and my friend.

“Shals.. Can’t you look at black board and sleep? Because of you I will get punishment someday.” “Can u sleep when she is shouting around? “ I asked innocently. “Will teach you after this class” My friend assured me. I had to see at my science teacher and listen her now.

“Plastic melts because of heat. We can make many things out of it. Also it can be easily recycled.” I started thinking “How plastic can melt?” I remembered that once there was no body at home then I tried plastic bag in front of our gas stove. It burned quickly and left one scar on my hand. Remembering that I thought somebody or plastic inventors may have changed plastic. Now instead of burning it has started melting.

But teacher should have showed us that. I decided to check new version of melting plastic at home.  I asked my friend” will you come to my home? We will melt plastic” “ But my mother had asked me to stay away from fire” My lazy friend replied. “oooff mamma’s gul.” I looked into her eyes wondering from when she has started listening to her mom. “ehehehhee  Ok.. I can not come to your home as mom is going to pick me up today. Will try this someday”.

I reached my home. I was too excited. I wanted to do my first experiment. I our school there was science lab. But only students from 7th and above std were allowed to do experiments there. I always wondered why it is so. Is it because they are two inch more than us? But I can also reach to experiment table. I have grown up to that height. Anyways I am not going to wait till 7^th std. and for my friend too. I will tell her how I enjoyed melting plastic afterwards. I am going to perform this right now.  I started looking row material for my experiment.

But what I need? Let me decide first. I need plastic…a new plastic. I looked around there was plastic bucket in out bathroom. I thought this one is very old and must have been made from burning plastic. I wanted new plastic. I saw my brother was playing with plastic ball. I thought melting ball will be good idea. But what about my brother? That monster might start crying and ruin my experiment. I better keep him busy with playing. 

Then what … ohhoo.. Mother has bought new plastic jar 2 days back.. ehehehheheh I can use that. I was happy I got my first material. Now I need to get some silence and fire.

But I remembered past incident and looked at my hand.  That scar was still there.

I thought if this big jar starts burning then? No… let me try another way. I thought Instead of taking jar into gas stove, I will bring some heat near to jar. Then jar will start melting and I will take heating material away.

I had tried heating our metal spoons, sewing needles before. After burning my fingers several times I became expert now. I will try with needle first then spoon as a second try.

I will use my favorite sewing needle for this. I was too much excited by now. I collected all materials I need. Now I need to wait till my mom leave for market and keep my brother away from kitchen.

Finally she left for market. I assured her I will take care of home and will not touch my brother. I ran towards kitchen. I took long needle in my hand. After heating it I took jar in other hand. But… suddenly I thought my mother will start shouting if she see her jar is melted.. ehhh I could have thought this before.. hummm this needle will not melt jar fully. I have to melt very small portion so she will not recognize it.

But what can be the best portion? After long thinking I decided to melt jar from BOTTOM !! yes ,…. If I make hole at bottom she will  never come to know as she will not see there. So clever I m!!!

I was happy with my decision. I heated needle again and touched jar.. whoopppy .. It melted there..leaving one small hole at bottom of the jar. I completed my experiment.

I was feeling so nice. Finally I melted plastic. I was too excited to tell whole story to my friend.

Next day I returned from school. Whole day I enjoyed telling my experiment’s story to friends. Everybody was wondering how I can manage with fire and I was busy telling them more and more stories. I was happier that mom could not discover any thing about my experiment. I relaxed and started my favorite T.V. show. And my mom came to me

With plastic jar in hand.  “Y u did this?” .Her red eyes and another empty hand frightened me. “Yeah mom I haven’t touched it. Bro has done this” .She told me calmly “he can not climb on gas stove. I know it’s you”. I thought there is no point in hiding now. “Ok  ... I did it. But how did you come to know. Hole is at bottom” she said “that’s the reason I came to know so quickly. Idiot!! Water started falling from jar the second I poured into”.

“Then I understood whose brain it could be. Now don’t use your brain next time other wise I will use my hand” She threw jar in waste and went in kitchen. I was safe. She did not beat me. There was no harm to listen her warnings for two-three days J JJ

I smiled.  I understood why “Only 7^th Std. and above students are allowed to experiment!!” J