How many of you have never ever got a beating in their whole of life. Beatings from your teachers when you were in school, beatings from your parents when you were still not ready to go to school or whatever sort of beating. And, all those who are nodding their head silently or jumping with pride ,in response to the above question…GET OUT. Stop right here, close your browser windows and do not dare read what’s written in this sad sad post of mine.
My life has been an exciting one, mostly before school and during school days. 4 years of college were also pretty exciting. And although i was universally known and accepted by my parents and my teachers and professors as some sort of a genius and that too an intelligent one at that, i have always been involved in a lot lot more tragedies, got more beatings and scoldings, than other intelligent guys of my age generally got. 12+ years of school were full of painful beatings from i guess at least more than half the teachers i had at school. In fact, there was a time in my early childhood, when i thought that my registered name was either “GET OUT” or “SHUT-UP”. My teachers it seemed knew me by only these names.
Like when the English teacher hit me on my knuckles with a wooden scale. I think it was class 3rd. And this particular English teacher had a reputation for hitting on the knuckles of juvenile kids with a wooden scale. Rumor had it that she had broken the hand of one such kid, and although no one had ever seen the broken kid, we were all terrified of her. She even looked like a devil, i thought.
So one fine day she walks into the class, tells us to open our registers, and goes on to dictate four topics, one for each page. They were pretty trivial topics, you know the postman and the milkman types. I got a bit over-involved in sharpening my new pencil or something (we still wrote with pencils those days), and by the time i was ready with my pencil, registers were shut and textbooks were open. So i had to quickly just note down the topics and open the textbook for study.
After school i went home and after a rather short period of play, sat down for homework. So i opened the 4 topics, and stared at them for some time. 4 topics, one on each page, i wondered. Then i stared at the wall in front of me. 4 topics, what was i supposed to do with them, i wondered. The teacher definitely didn’t tell us to do anything. So i just continued staring at the blank wall and the 4 blank pages interchangeably for about an hour, till my mom intervened and broke the silence, with a piercing yell. After that i just closed the register and did my other homework.
Next day, English class, Teacher walks in. “Open the 4 essays”, she roars. “What essays?”, i squeal to my partner who sat next to me. She was too terrified to speak however, but i got the hint, that the 4 topics were essays to be written as homework. And then, i got a few wooden scales on my bare knuckles with only a couple of other dim-wits in class, followed by a “GET-OUT”. How does that not come under child abuse, pray tell me. I was only in class 3rd then.
Such beatings continued over the years. I got beatings from the child-hating teachers and the peace-loving teachers as well. I managed to get a few tight slaps in Sanskrit too, generally believed to be the most peaceful of all subjects. I hadn’t done my workbook, as i had a few doubts. But i had already been slapped right and left, before i could even tell my doubts and a high-pitch “SHUT-UP” thrown at my face. I totally forgot all doubts after that, and i got a few more slaps for that too.
Even the games teacher with an obvious drinking problem, got to clear his hands on me. It was a cloudy day outside, so we were having an indoor session. And obviously kids will do mischiefs when left to do so. Next, this teacher comes to my seat, bends me down, and delivers a full punch on my back with a bang. For a few minutes, it was total darkness, and the stars seemed brighter than the moon in front of my eyes. One solid punch it was. The class fell silent after that. I guess, that was his intention after all. Unfortunately i was the chosen one for the experiment.
One major beating that i or we got, came in class 7th. You see,there was this rather tall, hunk of a teacher whom we generally referred to as Peter Gomes – The Killer (named after a rather cruel Englishman who supposedly did a lot of atrocities on indians, in a popular sitcom back then). So his reputation always preceded him everywhere. In a way it covered up the fact that he wasn’t such a great teacher of mathematics at all. But no one dared to question him, leave aside stand up to him. He had his own torture methods, like pinching hard in the armpits, slapping us hard in the face as he would ask us kids,”Kutub Minar dekha hai?” and making us run 3 laps of our huge playground in the name of fitness. So you see, we all simply dreaded him and to top it all, he was my class teacher(which meant i had him for more time than the other sections). But the worst was yet to come.
One fine lunch period, i and my group of friends, brought a pack of WWE Trump cards, a huge hit those days, to school. We were pretty excited and we played it the whole 30 mintes of lunch period. We were just kids then. But tragedy struck, 2 periods after lunch. We were in the middle of an English class, when in walked The Killer. Along with him was the guy whom we had refused to let play with us, in the lunch period. So, the 4 kids(including me) who were involved in our innocent trump card game were summoned to the front of the class, our charges were read out to us and we were sentenced to an undecided punishment. It started off with a few slaps from the English Teacher whose class it actually was. Of course, The Killer gave us everything he had, slaps, pinches, all of it. We were then taken to each of the 4 sections of our class, and were given beatings from all the teachers whom we found in those sections. We were then made to kneel down in front of our class, and our class teacher(The Killer), ensured that evey teacher who passed our way, did give us atleast one slap. I think , all 5 of us got at least 20-25 slaps each, that very day. Those slaps are still fresh in my head, my cheeks rather.
The class girls , ofcourse had to tell everything to my mom who came to get me after school, even before i could reach my own mom. So, a few more slaps were received. One of the worst days of my life till date.
So, beatings continued. English-Hindi-Science-History-Geography-Maths, i scored everywhere. No wait, i think the History teacher was in love with me. She kissed me too. It was embarrassing though back then. But the other teachers continued with their beatings on me. I even got one tight slap from one senior most Maths teacher in the school, when i was skidding and rolling on the tiles of the floor with my friend, on the way to the toilet. I later learnt, that i was the first junior kid to ever get a beating from that particular teacher. Quite a distinction.
The last slap i got was in class 11th, when i had gone to call someone from the other class. In a particularly jovial mood, i had joked with the teacher present in the class, who turned out to be in a not-so-jovial mood. I got one slap, and the girls spread the news like wild fire to all other sections by end of day. Is that called being famous, or notorious. Anyways ,So, you see, i grew up in a rather tough environment, where each day was a challenge for me to survive without a beating. I failed on most days. The next task then was to ensure than mom never learnt about what happened in school. But thanks to the stupid girls of my school, i failed at that too on most days. But i guess, i grew tougher and all after each such beating.
That was how my childhood and school life got shape. Or rather lost shape, i would say. Life was tough for me, i tell you. And one of the biggest advantages of being a grown up is that you don’t get beaten up by your teachers by any stupid thing you do. You may be laughed at, mocked at, teased, scolded, but never beaten. That’s the charm of growing up. Or is it? So all grown up dudes and dudettes, all those who had the right to read this post, share with me the worst beating you ever had in school. I bet, that would be fun.
So what are you waiting for. I am waiting to hear your stories…
Hehe! Nice post..awesomely interesting.. U reminded me of my school days.
waise I have also got beatings severals times during my school days from parents, teachers and …(but only before class 5). After class five I was either thrown out of class or made to stand up on the bench (seldomly). But since I was in a boarding school (Girls’ School), I have different experiences of school time.
And again.. nice post.. u r seriously good at blogging 🙂
who r the girls u r talking about?? 🙂 I got on slap in class 4th coz i was smiling 😦 teachers then were insane .. but yeah I never got any slap from ma parents.. the advantage of being a girl 😉
girls ko badnamm karo bas tum .. x-(
history teacher loved so many guys ..I still remember she used to hold hands and talk ..hehe..funny things hapnd in school!!
@ Devika..
Pehli baat to woh ladkiyan….tu aur dolly thi in most cases…
and no, am not bad naming girls…
but they always got spared and we always got beaten up..
Although i think, The Killer did hit the girls too..
One aspect of him, i liked at least…
impartial to gender…
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I never did such stupid acts!! brush your memory.. you r growing old.
@ devika…
Don’t show that anger to me ladki….
I am not getting old…am geeting wiser now…
You can ask my mom, she’ll tell who’s growing old… [:)]
Dude, I was waiting to read about the time you were scolded in 2nd Year…Maths class I guess…Perhaps for some doodling… 😉
@ Yugesh…
I had that in mind too you see, but since i got so many beatings in my childhood, i just could not do justice to all of them by mentioning them here.
Am sorry for that 😉
Hmmmm…, nice post yaar, coming to beatings I got one stands out real fresh as it happened in 12th std. We were there early morning for maths class and discussing about some ODI that took place earlier. I guess it was Srilanka. Nyways maths teacher was late for some Gad know what reason and there we were animatedly discussing the match. Suddenly our Principal (belovedly or hatedly called ‘Princi’)comes at the window and angrily calls 4 of us including me out and starts beating us with an innocious looking pvc pipe untill it is totally broken, and then continued slapping us. He was famous for giving Mohammad Ali punch for special occasion, and this occasion was that :(. It seems we disturbed him in his office which was near by.
Got a slap from Hindi teacher for not bringing the class work copy to the class….(i finished my homework on time and forgot the copy at home…i was indicted with not completing the homework)…
nehow….you represent the worst kind of notorious species available in any place (office. college, school)
@ Prashant and Srivats
Remembering princi…i remember how once me and a particulary timid friend of mine were caught with samosas, in the canteen.
Not a big deal , except that it was the middle of a period and we were supposed to be in class.
I handled the situation smartly though.
My friend – well she was just too terrified to say a word.
I have lots of such incidents, i cudn’t mention here.
And srivats….you must have been the good guy who always made us look bad…even though i was also a good guy.. 😦
abey ashim if i m not wrong the english teacher u r talkin bout in class 3 rd is chaterjee maam…..n the guy wit the broken hand due to her atrocities was ME..!!!!! yahan gali likhna aloowed hai kya??????$%^&%$@##$$%%@@@ sali…
@ Shivang…
Lolz….ya the teacher was chatterjee ma’am..
but the kid was you….i don’t even remember that…
so the rumors were true it seems..
and yes, you can abuse here…
jitna chahe utna galiya…par mere ko nahi..
mujhe bhi bahut maara hai usne….
ladkiyo pe saara gussa kyu nikal rahe ho…nywyzzz that history teacher being in love wid u is really funny….bt dnt gt ovrjoyed she ws in love wid mohit and inku as wellllll
@ saumya..
yes i know that(about the history teacher)….but it me who she loved the first of all…
also girls pe gussa nahi hoon…par they were like that……..even if you don’t agree…..
Great post .. liked the lively descrption of scenario of your each encounter..In between, just tell me yours CATP? CATP: ( Cut-off Age for Thrashing from Parents).Mine was 14 !!
Hmm.. so tumhara ‘Teen patti’ Started with those WWE trump cards.. Gud dat u gt gud beatings frm english teacher back then.. ! Ab dekho kitni acchii tarah se blogs likh rahe ho.. !!
Well, I used to get beatings before 4th std. after that I was OUTstanding student all the time… 😀 Ya.. u knw… standing OUT …
After few more years, I tried mocking the Good students, so soon Im under celebrity status… so teachers used to caress me and at max. warned me! 🙂
Well I got dearly loved by my class teacher in 11th std.
Once there was a row of 15+ slaps intermingled with “GET OUT” commands while he stood on the way out grrr!
And all because my sis asked him to take “special care” of me (he was their class teacher a couple of years back).
Maah history goes back to 1st std. and is so embarrassing that it gives me nightmares till date
@ yayaver
Thanks waise…
As for CATP….the lower bound was as early as class 1st…when i was skidding on the tiled floors of my school…so that wud be 7-8 years.
The upper bound would be class 11th. which is 17-18 years.
CATP is which one??
I’ve neva been slapped in my lifee.. not teacher.. not frnds.. not anyone! hehe.. sowwiee to boast abt it.. but tht’s the truth!! 😀 😀 ( and i still read the entire post! :D.. interestin!! )
@ Nisha
Wel you shouldn’t have….
and u shud not be proud of it….
Grrr…. 😡
@ Ashim, Offcoures CATP is upper limit…everyone gets beating from his childhood.
🙂
17 years would be the CATP then….
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