My experiences during fifth class

There are a few unforgettably bad experiences from fifth class. Here I will narrate two of the incidents, when boys of my class were punished, and in other instances I too am among the punished students.Once in an englishe period, there was too much of noise in the class. English teacher made all the boys murga and badly beaten each of them. I hadn't seen harder canning prior to that. I was feeling pity for those guys, coz, it was the entire class that was making noise, but they only  bore the burnt. Similarly, another day we were going to music class. On the way, we got noiser, on reaching there we found madam waiting with a stick in her hand. We got terrified, we lined up outside the class silently. She had a long lecture to deliver to us. We listenned to that with heads down and sun scroching. After a while, she allowed girls to get into the class, and made the boys murga there itself. It was really a rough and rude hot afternoon. They all were sweating and trembling. Still the worse, madam kept supervising them for long, and did not allow anybody to bring the posterior  when down. The moment anybody relaxed, she reached there with a stick. Madam allowed them to stand up and enter into the class, only when she ensured that each one of them's shirt was completely wet and sticking to the body. That was bad, really bad.

One day, Smita and myself during the games period went to PET sir to complain of a couple of boys, who we felt were not in discipline during the period. We were shocked by the response of the PET. Instead of listenning to us, he rather told us to stand with hands up there in the school ground itself. At once, we could not believe our ears, so we did not react. On finding himself not getting obeyed, he got furious. He held my ear tightly, and started taking fast steps on the opposite side. Smita followed. After making me walk for some 15-20 steps in the same state, he had brought us to the middle of the ground and there he told us to stand with hands up. By now, we had realized what was happenning to us. So, there was no other option than to obey him. As soon as we raised our hands, he strictly ordered to raise our heels as well. We hadn't ever heard of such a punishment, but we had already seen the result of speculating his orders, so we raised our heels as well and we were on our toes now. He smiled shrewdly, and said "good, ab aise hi khade raho baaki period, aur heels ground ko touch hui ya hands neechey aaye to dande se pitai hogi". He walked away, but we were stunned, and hardly had any courage to disobey him anymore. It was really hard, especially on an afternoon. There I realised that it was easier to stand on toes with hands straight up, whenever I tried bending the hands, I found it more difficult to balance myself on toes, but moment I straightened up, I found it was easier to balance. That punishment had a lot of humilation attached to it. All our classmates were playing and laughing on us, and only we two were standing in the middle of the ground in an awkward position. My throat was drying, I was sweating profusely, but I could not do anything. The worst part was that by the time my punishment was over, I had half of my shirt loosenned out of skirt and had also lost a button of my shirt, probably because of the extended awkward position.

Sometime in the same year, all we three siblings were late for the school. That time didi was in 12th class, and bhaiyya was in 7th class. By the time we reached, morning assembly had already started, so we were made to stand with other late comers. Other than three of us, there were some 8-9 other students as well and 60% of them would have been boys. My heart was beating really fast, mainly because of the anticipated punishments that would be coming up shortly. My brother was also equally tense, but surprisingly, didi was in a lighter mood, and she was repeatedly whispering to my brother, "teri to aaj pakka pitai hone wali hai". THough we daily used to stand that long during the mornign assembly, but standing for the same duration among the late comers had made me tired. When assembly came to an end, and I saw PET coming with a stick in his hand towards us, I was frightenned further. My sister was still telling my brother that he was going to be beaten with the stick. When PET walked upto us, I was close to a nervous breakdown, about to weep. His eyes were read, I could not look into them for more than a fraction of second. He carefully looked at all of us, and then suddenly told the boys to become murga with bags on the back and to girls to take the hands up and make three rounds of the entire playground with bags on the back. To me, it was a sort of relief, as I wanted to run away from that place. But, didi now looked somewhat shocked. Probably she was not expecting this hard punishment considering herself to be a girl of 12th class. I saw my brother and other boys making themseleves murga and almost instantly all the girls including myself started running with hands up. Initally, I started running with enthusiasm, and everybody else were behind me, but soon I had realised the enormity of the school ground. By the time, we completed the first round, we were all already tired.On completing the first round, we slowed a bit, looked at PET expecting him to tell us to stop making further rounds, but he instead shouted at us and told us to run faster. In the meantime, he was closely supervising all the murgas, and were shouting at them to keep their position proper and not to get late in future. During the second round, I was thinking of both my brother as well as my sister. PET was too strict. Slowly we completed second round. We were really exhausted, but still PET made us complete the third round. By the time, we completed three rounds, first period was coming to its close. That meant all of us were already marked absent for first half. We reached back to the point from where we started in almost half dead state. But, PET still had a lot to shout on us. He was particularly rude to elder girls including my didi, and even pulled her by her hairs. She shouted 'oouch' in pain. I was filled with anger but could not do anything. Then, he turned towards the murgas, who were all 'sort of relaxing' with butts down while PET's attention was towards us. He simply shouted at them, and they all took themselves back to 'straining positions'. One by one, he spanked on every murga's butt four times with a thick stick that he had in his hand. Afterwards, he allowed all of us to proceed to our classes. We all walked down with our heads and shoulders down. We did not talk to each other and silently proceeded towards our classes. That day, when we returnned to our home, the environment was electric. Though, we had a deal on the way that we would not mention of our punishment at home, but all of us wanted to talk of it to mummy. All of us were controlling our temptation with great force. The silence was finally broken down when papa came in the evening. It was in front of papa that mummy asked us what happenned in the school as we were late for the school. Didi elaborated every detail to them with great enthusiasm, and both papa and mummy were continously smiling. But, both my brother and myself were getting embarassed by the narration. When the narration was finally over, both my parents jokingly said that it was good for us and we should frequently meet such treatment. Apparently their words came true. A few days later, my brother was called on the stage in the PT period alongwith two of his friends, slapped hard by PET madam this time and made murga in front of whole school. Rest of the school continued with PT instructions. Hardly five minutes would have passed, when alongwith three other girls of my class, I too was called on the stage and told to stand with hands up. I was deeply embarassed, and had my head hanging in shame. I kept standing there for whole of the period, so was my brother and so others. Of course, that day, didi had even better time at home explaining our awkward position, but that day parents did not smile, and we got a dose from them as well. 

I think the post is already too long, I will come back and write more from the same year.