One of the worst punishments I ever had

The school from which I passed II class was not a heaven, but at least that was a civilized place in the national capital Delhi. Then papa got a posting deep in Firozpur in Punjab, and there the schol going experience turned hell. The school did not even had a proper building, and it used to run in tents. Different classrooms were partitioned by tin sheets, and one could easily keep an eye on whatever was happenning in the neighbouring classroom. Thus, punishments were even more embarassing, as more people could watch us doing that now. Further, teachers were really really bad, who relied very much on stick and punished us on very little mistakes. One of the worst punishments that I faced in my school years came just a few months after I started going to that school. I do not clearly remember that why we had to face such a punishment, but our social studies teacher was really furious. She made all of us murga and kept a brick on each of our's backs. As soon as the brick fell down to ground, we were in for receiving some tightest of slaps across our faces. Of course, everybody received that but girls received earlier than boys.

I could not keep the bricks on my back for more than 2 minutes. The teacher pulled up by my ear. It appeared to me that my ear would detach from my body, but it didn't. Holding that ear firmly in one of her hands, she slapped me from the other. I was not sure which part of body I had more pain- back or thighs or tummy or lower limbs or arms or my cheeks. But, I was in a bad shape. Turn by turn, everybody received slaps and after receiving the slaps we had to be murga again and punishment continued till the end of the period. When the punishment was finally over, most of us were weeping. But, I was more concerned with my reply that I would have to give to my mother when she would ask me that how my shirt got so much soiled.

Incidentally, son of that same teacher became my boy friend in later years!!!!

Earliest experiences

I was just too young then- in second class, actually too young to understand that girls and boys have to be dealt separately. We were told to maintain the pin drop silence in the class, and whomsoever's lips moved, sir told him to bent down to murga position. After all, how long small children can maintain the silence? So, sir kept calling one boy after another to hold the murga position. After some 7-8 boys there, he saw me talking and strictly called my name. My heart skipped a beat. I stood up. He said come here, and then said "ladkiyan bhi murga banengi". I was surprised on this statement, because I did not know that being a girl I must be dealt differently. I walked upto the teacher's table and joined the boys who were already there. Very soon, I realised that the punishment was far more difficult than my mother had described me once at home. I had seen others doing it, and had heard about it too, but I was doing it for the first time myself. Thankfully, sir was not very strict about the punishment, and he had allowed all of us to relax with butts down. Thus, in a way I was sitting with hands moving upto my ears from under my legs. Only difficulty I actually had was that skirt was hindering somehowin taking that position. During the course of the punishment, I tried moving myself up and down quite a couple of times, mainly to find the most comfortable position, but none was actually comfortable. Sir had called 3-4 more boys after me and by the end of the period there were some 7-8 boys on my left side and some3-4 on the right. Thus, I was the only murgi among the 10-12 murgas standing there that day that time. I remember that was an afternoon of the winters. I was wearing a sweater and had a skarf on my head. In a short while, I started finding it hot and had been wishing it would have been better had I not been wearing the sweater and the skarf. It seemed punishment is going on and on and on, and was getting just too long for me to bear. I took a deep breathe when I heard the bell ringing. Like everybody else, I waited for sir to walk out of the classroom, then I stood up took another long breathe and quietly walked back upto my desk, sweating and face turned red. When I finally sat down on my desk, I discovered how relaxing it was to sit down on the sweet butts than to hold them up in the air.

Of course, our class was a lot noisy and that was famous about us. It was difficult for monitors to keep the entire class in control. Therefore, class teacher introduced 2nd monitor (boys) and 2nd monitor (girls). Later, she introduced line monitors and still later group monitors. In all, there were 10 children including myself to control the remaining 40. That means each monitor was responsible for oneself and other four students. In due course of time, these 10 students got bullier and had started hitting others with a scale. One fine day, the majority reported to class teacher and the teacher was furious to know that. She called all ten of us and told to stand in a line with ears in hands. We followed the orders. Then she told us to start sit ups. We did and counted somewhat upto 25. We were told to stop there. We did. But, our problems were not over there. We were then ordered to become murga. We were surprised as we were the ten brightest students in the class and thus we thought we enjoyed a certain sort of immunity. But, we were not true that day. So, we did as were ordered. When we all had assumed our positions, madam started her routine teaching work for rest of the students. While, 40 students had taken the notes from balck board, ten students remained in an awkward position. Rest of the things were same. Heavy sweating, some discomfort, little pain, embarassment, etc. Torture came to an end, when period came to end.
And this way started the journey and sometime down the lane I became habitual of it.
Will be back with experiences from III class.

Hi to All

When first time I was punished as a Murgi, I was too young and I was the lone girl among 10-12 murgas in the class. I somehow tolerated it. When I was punished for second time in that position alongwith a friend, I was both ashamed and exhausted. Third time, it was the whole class being punished and since then it has become a way of life. I was no more ashamed and I started fantasizing about the punishment. That was the childhood. One and a half decade has past and I have taken this position both voluntarily as well as a part of punishment several times, and I want to get it going in the coming years also.

Here, I declare that I have taken a fake id, but the blogs I will write are descriptions of real event. Sometimes, I may describe the events I have seen as the events happenned to me, but most of them will be my real experiences of punishments in school and elsewhere. I know a number of people who find fun in sharing such experiences and therefore, my target audience are the same people.

I belong to Punjab, where this murga punishment is very common. My nanaji, mamaji and papa have all been soldiers, and this has made the environment at my home too of high discipline. Parents have used all sorts of means to discipline my siblings and myself. Therefore, those who enjoy reading the punishment experiences, I hope I will be able to keep them hooked. Herein, I adopt the name Punjabimurgi, and will try to describe all my experiences in chronological order.

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