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.