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!!!!