Those two days in Assembly ground

It was one of the SUPW period, and annoyance of our SUPW madam was nothing new to us. What was rather new for us was the harsher treatment she had kept reserved for us that day. She escorted us to the assembly ground, and told all the girls to stand in a row, side by side. We did it, but then she told us to raise our hands straight up in the air. We did that too. Then she turned towards boys, and told them to become murgha in front of us. As they were doing so, we girls almost erupted with laughter. They had to become murgha in front of us, with their bums towards us! Imagine, what a scene that would have been. That was really funny! We almost instantly forgot the pain in our hands, and were joyous on seeing their bums. Madam had even authorized us to kick their bums in the event they fall down. We were happier by the order. There was a classmate in front of me as well, and he was struggling really hard to keep his bums up. The highest part of his body was touching the lowermost part of my skirt, and that was making me feel like a zombie. Of course, it could have been the effect of hot afternoon sun as well. A few of the girls went adventurous also by kicking the murghas in front of us, but I did not try it. Very soon, the pain returned to our arms as well, but of course we were better placed than the boys. Towards the end of the period, madam came back with a stick in his hand. She went to every couple of a girl who had her hands up and a murgha. Within a particular couple, she first asked the girl to offer her palm for caning and then told the murgha to stand up and receive caning on his palms. Quantity was uniform two strokes on each palm. Despite the pain and the humiliation and the dehydration, we all returned back to our class smiling, least aware that next day, we were going to receive even worse humiliation. The humiliation next day was handed over by the PTI- a danger man. She made us stand in the identical arrangement at the same site except for a single change that the bums of the murghas were away from us, and their heads instead were approaching our feet. That had given us a false feeling of superiority and dominance. But this too was equally seducing and soothing for girls, despite being in the punishment. Whenever, the boy in front of me took his bums down, his head automatically rose up, and touched my skirt. Everytime such a thing happened, he hurriedly tried to assume a more difficult position for himself, and I felt both humiliation as well as pleasure. Towards the end of that period, we all understood the logic of that arrangement by the PTI. He too went to every couple, spanked the boys hard on their bums, and then asked for the palms of the girls. Bruised, beaten, we were back to our class for attending the next period.

Being in Class VIII

Being in VIII class meant a lot of punishments- a lot of pain and a lot of humiliation. As I had mentioned in an earlier post that in this school, public punishments were very common. So, VII class onwards, I had lots many instances of standing in assembly ground or playground in punishment. VIII class was the one, when we had more punishments in assembly ground or play ground and lesser in the classroom. And many of these punishments were so harsh, that it brought tears to our eyes. But, I will begin writing with experiences of the classroom punishments, and in a later post I will describe some public punishments.

That year, our mathematics teacher used to terrify us most. At least once in a week, she used to make us all stand on our seats with hands up. The punishment usually used to go on for entire period, and she would keep herself busy with some paper work. Once in a while, she would pick up her face, and during that time whomsoever she would see with hands not properly raised up or folded, she would call him or her in front, would slap that fellow hard, and would order that person to take murgha punishment for rest of the period. Same treatment would be met to anybody, she would find in some sort of indiscipline during that moment like whispering, or relaxing against the back of the bench, etc. And I would lie, if I would say that I did not receive such special treatment ever. Even if you go by simple logic that we were 27 students in a class, and we used to receive this punishment every week. There are 52 weeks in an year, our vacations used to go on for eight weeks, some 4-5 weeks would go in examinations and unit tests, still there would be 40 weeks for us to be exposed. Now considering, she administered this punishment to us only once in a week, that she picked up her face only once during that period, still there is good chance for everybody to be called at least once. So, as regards with me, honestly, I was called at least six times that year to receive tight slaps and assume murgha position in front of rest of the students. The one experience that still pinches a lot is the one, when she had already made some 7-8 boys murgha after hitting their palms with a stick four times that day. And then, my name was called. I proceeded towards her reluctantly. She rudely shouted, ‘dulhan nahi bani hai tu aaj, jo itne nakhre kar kea a rahi hai, jaldi aa yahan pe’. But, I kept going by the same speed. As I reached to her left side, she told me to shift to her right side, where she asked me for my palm. Again, I reluctantly spread my palm, but she instantly treated it with her stick in a great piece of velocity and force, making me cry like anything almost instantly. But, that was only the beginning. She rudely asked for my left palm, I offered her, and she reduced that one too to the same state as the right one. Next was the turn of right palm again, and then left palm again, and finally the orders to become murgha. While all the boys were on her right side, to me, she told to go back to her left side to become murgha. I still wanted to soothe my palms, but that was not allowed, I rather had to hold me ears in them, after making them come out from between my legs. I did it, but my tears kept falling on the floor, but madam remained unmoved by that, and she made me complete the punishment till the end of the period, just like those boys were doing. This was not the only experience for which I hate her. She had been even ruder with me on another day. That day too we were standing with our hands up, and she was checking our test copies. Some students had got good marks, and some had got bad. I got 4 out of 35, and that irked her. She called me towards her, and as soon as I reached there, she slapped me hard 2-3 times, and told me to become murgha. As I bent down to obey her, she kept that notebook on my back, and kept scolding me. She went back to her chair, but her annoyance had not subsided, and after a few minutes, she again came back towards me. By that time, my butts had lowered down, and notebook had fallen on the ground. She pulled her high heeled sandal in her hand and started applying it hard on my shoulder and neck. It was very embarrassing for me, of course painful as well. She did not told me to pull my butts up, rather after she got satisfied by beating me, she kept the notebook on my shoulders only and went back still cursing me like anything.

Another day, our Hindi teacher had called four girls including me in the front and had told us to stand on one foot, while pulling our ears by our own hands. For some 5-6 minutes we have been struggling really hard to balance ourselves on one foot. But, madam kept going with her teaching totally ignoring us, as if we did not existed. For some reason, she had to go out then. And as she left the class, everybody including we four erupted with noise. We got a chance to relax ourselves on both the feet, and we too had engaged ourselves in talking to each other. But, suddenly after 2-3 months, she re-entered the class, which we failed to notice. She straightway came to me, while myself being unaware of her presence, and with a free hand, she hit a stick on my bums. The hit was so hard, that I lost my balance, displaced from my place and had almost tripped. There was an absolute silence thereafter in the class, and rest three girls had quickly assumed their position that they were holding earlier. I, however, waited for the madam to move a bit or speak something to me. The first thing that she spoke was “mazaak samajh rakha hai class ko”. My head hung in shame, unable to speak anything. “Haath upar kar ke khade ho jao sab”, and everybody obeyed. To us four also, she turned stricter and told to raise the hands straight in air, while still ordering us to balance ourselves on one leg. Somehow, the period got over, and I must say that all of us laughed like anything after that period. This report reached my home as well, thanks to a very close friend of mine, who too was the party to the same punishment as I was. At my home, my parents made both of us to enact the same scene again for them. We did, and as a result, I got spanking at home as well.

The same Hindi teacher had also made me once murgha for not completing my assignment alongwith two other girls in the class, for whole period.

The third most ‘memorable’ class room punishment that year was in the yoga class. As soon as we entered there, yoga madam spoke in her beautiful voice, “roz tum log koi na koi aasan karte ho, aaj tum sab yahan pe murga ban jao”. But what was our fault? We were late by five minutes for reaching there. But why were we late? The teacher who was in our class in the previous period, had taken a few minutes extra, considering it was only a ‘yoga’ class next. But, in yoga class, we were not allowed to explain ourselves, and were supposed to keep standing in ‘murgha-aasan’ for whole of the period. As we tried to explain ourselves, madam only told us that as many minutes we will take to obey her, she will keep that many bricks on our backs. So, we were not left with any option, other than to ‘make murgha of ourselves’, for whole of the period. As the young, beautiful and smart yoga teacher did not had anything else to do for the entire period, she keep moving among ourselves with a stick in her hand, mildly hitting everybody fairly regularly on the bums telling that person to lift those bums up. THAT WAS REALLY TERRIFIC.

Once, we were punished by our drawing teacher as well, for the same crime, that is reaching late in his room. We used to sit on the carpets in the drawing room, girls on one side and boys on the other facing each other. And sir used to sit on a chair with table in his front in the middle of the class. That day, he told us to arrange ourselves alternately- a boy, then a girl, and then a boy standing next to her and so on. And then, he told all the boys to become murgha, and girls to stand with hands up. To me, it was really seducing! I was standing with hands up with a murgha on either side of mine. The punishment of course was painful, but I enjoyed that.

I think, that’s enough for this post. I’ll come back soon, describing some public punishments that I faced that year. They were far more painful and many times more humiliating. But, it was all there.

Till then, bye bye.  

At mausi's home

I felt a little strange and unbelievable when it was leaked in the class that one of my classmates called Yogesh gets his punishments at home after getting all his clothes removed. It was told to me that his dad beats him up with a stick, after making him remove all his clothes. But then, another classmate endorsed that he too gets beaten up the same way, and gets himself locked up in a room overnight. It was not unusual for me to get punished at home, but it sounded illogical to me for parents to get the clothes of their children removed. But, the same year, I saw my mother also making my brother murga and getting his knickers and underwear removed before spanking him. More surprisingly, one day Richa also disclosed that she also gets spanked by her mother in the same state, and she also told me that it is done by the parents to ensure that the child feels maximum pain and maximum humiliation. That is supposed to deter the children from repeating the same mistakes again. I actually saw it most explicitly when at the end of that academic year, my brother and myself stayed at my mausi’s home in Ambala for about a month. We knew mausaji was a real ‘danger’ man, but we saw his discipline then. My cousin, Ashu bhaiyya was a frequent victim of his. On earlier occasions as well, we had seen him getting punished by his father. But, on that particular visit, for the first time, we had seen him removing his clothes and getting ready for punishment by his dad. In their home, they had a concrete floor with no roof in the very middle of their house. There were some rooms behind that space, and some rooms between the entrance of the house and that space. Whenever, mausaji was annoyed of him, he used to tell him to get naked and arrange all the sticks in the home on the table of the drawing room, and shall wait in that open space for mausaji to arrive. Mausaji deliberately used to make him wait for 5 minutes, and by that time he already used to be in surrendering mood. Mausaji used to pick any one of the sticks and used to badly beat him up.

One day, Veeneta (Mausaji’s youngest daughter) and myself were made murgi in the veranadah. We both were wearing the suits. Mausiji were sitting on a chair in front, supervising us, and Aparna didi kept a steel glass on our heads, which we had to balance during the punishment. Fan of the room was also switched off. This was for the first time that I was wearing a salwar suit and chunni during the punishment. It was really hard to take care of chunni. We were frequently told to take ourselves to the standing position, “buttocks upar karo”, but were never really forced us to do so. Because it was June, it was already very hot. I was completely wet with the perspiration. I was thirsty as well. From the beginning itself, I decided to keep my butts down, and no one forced me otherwise as well. But that too is not a comfortable position; I got severe pain in my neck due to that. Within five minutes, it appeared to me that I would fall down, and would not be able to go through, but somehow I kept going on and on. Further, unfortunately for me, Richa called on their landline for me, and mausiji handed over the phone to my bhaiyya. He made things hard for me, by telling her “wo to abhi murgi bani hui hai, tum baad me call karna”. That little devil called RIcha replied, “ theek hai, use disturb mat karo, main baad me call kar lungi”. Bhaiyya did not even tell me afterwards that there was a call for me. Embarrassingly for me, she called up again after some time, when I was still bearing the punishment. This time bahiyya told her to call me after 8 pm. She was delighted to know that I was still standing in the punishment. By the time punishment was over, I was half dead.

Finally, RIcha called me again next day. As soon as I said, “Hello”, she said, “ye murgiyon ko ‘hello’ bolna kisne sikha diya, kukdoo koo bolo”. It was only then that I came to know that she called for me twice in the day, and both time I was in an awkward position. She was enjoying, making fun of me over the phone, and I was blushing, as if somebody had made me stand without my clothes in front of her. Among the many things she said to me, one of the comment was “chal achha hai, murga ban ne ki practice karti rah, jab school khulenge to tere kaam aayengi”.

Some Public Punishments That Year

As I mentioned in one of the earlier posts, in this school, public punishments were very common. There were three grounds- an assembly ground, a play ground and a basketball court. Punishments could be administerd in any of these. Assembly ground was designed such a way that it could be seen from any of the classroom, so punishments there used to be embarrassing. Play ground was surrounded by a number of high-rise flats, therefore punishments there too used to be very embarrassing especially in winter months. But, the teachers hardly had anything to do with such embarrassment of students. In my first year in that school itself, there were six instances of punishments in either of these grounds. As I wrote earlier, in the very first week itself, I found myself standing in punishment in assembly ground alongwith my other classmates. All the boys were made murga, and all the girls were made to stand with hands up. Embarassing! But, believe me that year and in the forthcoming years, we had even more embarrassing moments. Very soon into that class, once all the students of all three sections of VII class were called in the assembly ground by P.E.T. sir, and were ordered to stand in the ‘predictable’ punishments. ‘Predictable’ means murga for boys and hands up for girls. We were all made to stand so for nearly two periods, when in the end, four strokes of a thick fat stick were given to boys. Afterwards, we were all allowed to go back to our classes. We had another encounter with the same sir very soon. It occurred because of the excessive noise created by our class, and that started due to me. There was no teacher in the class. I picked up the duster, and in a friendly but mischievous way patted it on the ‘bottoms’ of my friend Richa, and enjoyed it. That left a white scar on the posterior of her skirt. She snatched the duster from me, and ‘returned the favour’ to me. I did that again to her, she did again to me. Then I did to another girl, and gradually whole class got involved into it, without realizing how much noise we were creating. It went on and on, till suddenly a very masculine voice penetrated our ears shouting “sab murge ban jao”. And instantly, there was a pin drop silence in the class. Nobody moved a muscle. P.E.T sir was standing on the entrance with his stick in his hand. He shouted again, “jaldi line banao yahan”. We obeyed the orders. He escorted us to the playground in a hot afternoon. We were all terrified by then. Once we were in playground, he probably developed some soft corner for girls in his heart. He looked towards the boys, and repeated “sab murge ban jao”. Then he turned towards us, and told to stand with hands up. The punishment continued for about half an hour or so, and for some ten minutes or so straight, he told us to shout “I am sorry sir” in the full volume, leaving us all in the want of water badly. An even more painful and more embarrassing event occurred to boys of our class very soon again. Once in the games period, they received the punishment. Standing in punishment is one thing, but P.E.T. sir kept his torture going throughout the period. He made them murga, and for some 4-5 minutes, they were all told to jump in that position itself. That itself took breathe out of them. He then ordered them to shout ‘kukdoo koo’ in full volume. This continued for some ten minutes, and finally, for rest of the duration, were told to shout “I am sorry, sir”.

Punishment during the games period occurred once again, but this time in winter months, and administered by P.E.T. madam. From her room to the playground, we walked with our hands up. Once in the playground, we were made to do utthak baithaks under her supervision. It kept going and going for some 15 minutes. Afterwards, she had her stick on each of the boys, and they were made murga for rest of the period, while we kept standing there with our ears in our hands.

P.E.Ts were not alone in escorting us to any of the grounds, we have been taken there by our SUPW madam also. In that winter itself, she once made the boys spread all over the ground and become murga, and we girls were told to line up at one place and keep our hands up. Another day, she told us to line up in playground. Boys were made murga, and we were told to touch our toes. And in that state, she made us all walk for some ten meters. Walking ten meters may not sound like a punishment, but ask someone who has been told to do so in murga position or toes touching position!!!!!

The Damaged Report Card

I had a great ‘mishap’ after the half yearly examinations that year. We had been issued our report cards to carry them home and get the signatures of the parents. While at home, I entered into some alteration with my sister, which soon turned into an ugly fight. That time she was pursuing ETE course from DIET and in the heat of the moment, I laid my hands on her project and tore it down in pieces. In return, she grabbed my report card and tore it down into two pieces. We kept fighting till I received a tight slap from my dad, and we were both made to stand in different corners of the room facing the wall. It was only during that punishment we both realized that what damage we have caused to ourselves and to the other. Anyhow, I walked down to school next day with a pondering heart, almost sure of the harsh treatment I am due to receive, but still feeling the suspense that what exactly would be meted out. So, in the first period, madam started calling names of the students. The student had to walk upto the teacher to show the signatures in the report book. If somebody brought back the report card without signatures, that person was slapped tight twice, ordered to come with dad next day and was sent out of the classroom as a punishment. Those who had forgotten to bring the report card were made to stand in the classroom only with hands up, and were told to bring the report card and come along the parents next day. When my name was called, I walked slowly towards the teacher, with pieces of report card in my hand. As soon as she saw the torn report card, she brought fearsome expressions in her eyes. Even before, I could reach her, she shouted “ye kya hai”? In a low pitched voice, I tried explaining my circumstances, but even before that she grabbed my right ear and pulled it downwards with a great force. I cried in the intense pain. I still can’t forget that pain. She was continuously shouting at me, but I could not pay attention to that. I was just crying in the pain. Suddenly, she showered slaps on both of my cheeks. In fact, I could not understand what was going on. The next thing I remember is that she said in a loud voice, “chal, murga ban”. Very obediently, I found some space between the students who were standing with hands up, and assumed the murga position. Almost instantly, she told a girl in the class to bring a stick from the staff room, and she threw the pieces of the report card on my head and my back. So, this too was clear that she will use that stick on me only. Therefore, while in the murga position, I was terrified, I was sweating profusely, and almost nervously awaiting the next round of ‘rapping’. In the meantime, she continued receiving report cards from other students. I distinctly remember how I struggled to keep my posterior upwards, just in order to avoid harsher corporal punishment that could have come with lowering of my posterior. Obviously, butts were falling down, but within a minute or so, I applied all my strength to bring them up. But, again I could not hold them there for more than a minute. In short, I had my butts swinging up and down in the air. Initially, I was conscious of my clothes, but a few minutes into the punishment, I was no more aware of wherever my skirt was going. It was only after madam commented that girls these days get their skirts stitched up too short, and to the top of it, they purchase their socks too very short, “besharam ladkiyan”. Actually, we had salwar suits in our uniform from IX class onwards, therefore in VII and VIII classes only, when adolescence was catching up, we used to prefer shorter skirts that preferably did not touch the knees to fulfill our desires.

When the stick was brought into the class, she once again loudly called my name. I stood up erect, walked upto her and on orders displayed my right palm to her. Within a moment, I received a hard hit on it. Then she called for the another palm, and that too received the same treatment. Both the palms were caned twice each, and I was warned that the next day, I either come with my father, or I should better consider my name struck off from the school. For rest of the period, I was again sent to the same position to resume my punishment. This one remained one of my worst punishments in the entire school life.

Mathematics Teacher

We had yet another horrifying teacher to deal with in VII class. This gentleman used to teach us mathematics, and could not stand low marks. In the unit tests, anybody getting less than 30 out of 35 used to become his victim. He had defined the set of punishments in the very beginning of the session. Boys scoring less than 30 were made murga and spanked upto ten times. For those, who used to score more than 25, used to get five spanks, and those who scored less than 25 used to get 10. For girls, more than 25, but less than 31 marks meant 10 sit ups, and for those who got less than 25, they had to do it 25 times. Rules were of course different for half yearly exams, which used to be of 100 marks. After half yearly exams, there were no punishments for students scoring above 90. Unfortunately, there was only one boy falling into that bracket. For boys,  murga punishment with five spanks for less than 90 but more than 75 marks, ten spanks for more than 60 but less than 75 and fifteen for scoring less than 60. For girls, it was utthak baithak again- 10 for scoring more than 75 and less than 90, 20 for scoring above 60, but less than 75 and 40 for less than 60 marks.

Now don’t expect me to write that I used to get maximum punishments. I was good in studies. In half yearly, I fell into 10 utthak baithak category and for rest of the year, I either fell into ‘safe zone’ or into ’10 utthak baithak’ zone only.

New School, New Experiences

I reached seventh class. Papa got transferred again. I felt lucky, he had got a deputation in Panchkula. I thought, it’s a big city, and schools would be better here. But, I was proved wrong yet again. Schools here were equally worse. On the very second day in my new school, I found whole my class including myself standing in punishment in the assembly ground. Punishment was the same, as it is generally there in KVs- murga for boys, and hands up for girls. That was a sunny july afternoon, and a punishment for the whole period was just too much for all of us. Standing in painful positions in scroaching sunlight and awaiting getting beaten up- that’s really rude. What I found different in this new school was that public punishments were very common here. Often, classes were told to stand in punishment in either of assembly ground, play ground or in the basket ball ground. Out of these, standing in assembly ground used to be the most embarrassing, as anybody from any class could see you there, and punishment in basketball ground was most graceful, as hardly anybody could see you standing there. For me, in seventh class, there were enough experiences to remember, but more importantly, there were a few people to remember who shared these punishments with me. One of them is my friend Richa, who shared every crime with me, and enjoyed it afterwards. She made me getting punished several times, but we enjoyed every bit of our time, and we are still in the same tuning. Second was another friend- Atul, the same guy in my previous school, who got me punished with another of my friend Smita, about whom I wrote that he became a very good friend of mine in later years- almost a boy friend. And of course, I had my bhaiyya to share punishments with.

To begin with, let me share experiences in a Hindi class. We had a real strict dangerous madam, who by her face looked very sweet to us initially. And so, we took her very lightly. One fine day, she decided to check our homeworks. She started calling out the students from one side of the class- the one where boys used to sit. She called first boy, he walked upto her empty handed. He was in the class without his homework. She looked at him furiously- slapped him twice, and told him to take a corner and become murga. My heart escaped a beat. I too was without homework. The second boy was called, he too was without homework, he too met the same fate. My heartbeat got louder. One by one, each boy was receiving the same treatment, and I too was getting terrified. I silently looked into Richa’s eyes, she silently said that she too had not done the homework. There was no courage to speak to each other. There was a pin drop silence. Very soon, the entire first row of the boys was converted into murgas. And the same was happening to the boys in the second row. Finally, first of the girl was called. We were somehow assured that girls would be spared the punishment. There was a logical reason to it- there was no space left in the front for murgis. But, as first girl walked upto the madam empty handed, madam said- ab murgiyon ki baari hai. She was slapped on both the cheeks the same way, and ordered to become a murgi. She dropped a couple of tears, and searched for a space for herself. Madam loudly ordered the boys- chipak chaipak ke khade ho, murgiyon ke liye bhi jagah chhodo. We were on the third bench, and by now had realized ke aaj watt lagne wali hai. Phir kyat ha, we silently waited for our turn. When my name was called, I walked upto the madam. She held my ear by one hand, pulled my face down. Automatically, my hands came up to save my cheek, she loudly said, haath neechey kar, and the moment I dropped my arm, I received a tight and loud slap on my face. Even before I could realize what has happened, I received another one on my other side. And then showed me a small piece of space for myself to go and become murga. So, I followed same set of actions- I bent down, took my head as down as possible, and arms backwards. I smoothed my skirt and in a smooth action, took my arms between my legs, and stretched towards my ears. I have been in murga punishment earlier also, but had never been standing in such a congested space. My body was rubbing against other students who were standing in the same position adjacent to me. To make it clear, there was a boy on one side, and a girl on the other side. A seventh class student is in adolescence. So, when my posterior was rubbing against the posterior of a boy, it was giving a strange feeling to me. I was of course feeling shy, but was more embarrassed. One by one, madam was calling the names, and everybody was meeting the same fate. That was really bade, shocking and embarrassing both to madam and to us. In a short while, all of us were no more boy or girl, we were either murga or murgi. Some of us, stood up to say sorry, but madam shouted at them, and told them to go back into the same position. Once in between, she shouted- theek se murga bano, peechey se apne aap ko upar uthao. She did not repeat this instruction. Finally, the period was over, so was our torture. Thank God!!!! But that da onwards, we disciplined ourselves for her class. We never made fun of her, and never under estimated here. We always ensured that we complete our Hindi homework, if nothing else. Once, after autumn break, I reached the class with incomplete homework. That day, boys monitor asked me if I had completed the homework, I replied in negative. On hearing that, he said, “beta practice kar le, aaj tujhe murga ban na hai”. And then, he announced in the class – Anjali murga ban ne ki practice kar rahi hai, aaj ye homework kar ke nahi aayi hai. Everybody laughed, and insisted me to have some practice. We were waiting for her to arrive in the class. I eventually agreed to volunteer the punishment for myself, rather than waiting for her to slap me and send me in the same position. So, in front of all my classmates, I became murga. I hardly stood that way for 2 min., when a younger student knocked at the door, telling us that she had not come that day, and PTI is the arrangement teacher, and he is calling us all for the games in the playground. This announcement turned into a joyful celebration. I was relieved that I got another day to complete my homework, and embarrassed ke free me murgi ban gayi. Anyhow, next day I had my homework complete.

I had mentioned in an earlier post that while we used to wait for the teacher in the class, monitor used to write the name s of the students, who would be talking or doing some mischief in the class in that duration. On arrival, teacher used to punish the boys by giving them four strokes of a stick on the palms and making them murga, and girls by making them stand with hands up. The custom continued here as well. One day, while we were waiting for the same teacher, we had names of five students written up on the board. There were three boys including Atul, and two girls- Richa and myself. As madam entered into the class, she called all five of us. She followed the expected routing, but arranged us in an interesting way. Rich and myself stood with hands up and one murga on each of our sides. So, there was a murga, then me, then another murga, then RIcha and then again a murga. But, she was in an unusually bad mood that day, and ordered us to stand that way for one week in her period. We thought she was not serious, but we took her lightly once again. She actually made us stand that way consecutively for six days!!!! More importantly, I think my love for punishments started from there, as I was seduced continuously for one week there. Atul, in his murga position, when in the most elevated form, unknowingly got his butts touched to the bottommost tip of my skirt. As long as he used to keep himself that way, my heartbeat used to get faster. I somehow liked that position, and used to get both nervous and joyous when his butts used to touch my skirt. In a way, I am thankful to my hindi teacher that she made me realize that I was entering into my sexually active ages!!!!