As a child most of us have been taught to respect our teachers. And all of us should do it too. But few teachers I have seen for real who were really mean, exploited children for their personal benefits like money and few more things.
Teaching is no doubt a respectable profession but that does not mean that the people who are involved will be good as a human being.
I guess when people grow up and start doing jobs most of the them remember at least some of their teachers either in a good aspect or bad aspect.
It was the month of April, I was late by 10 days to join school as I just came from my native. I was promoted to the second standard from first. I was in a school in Itangar, Arunachal Pradesh, India.
There was a surprise test that day. That too of the computer. Computer was almost new to Indian schools then. I missed my classes for almost a week. So, I didn’t have much idea about the usage.
So the test was really simple. It was just to type your name in the keyboard so it could be displayed on monitor. A really simple one. I was confident that I would do it easily.
Students passed by and then came my turn. I had difficulty searching the first alphabet of my name. Why??? It was a fu*£#@g ‘QWERTY’ board. I didn’t knew the concept of the alignment of a keyboard that it was randomly arranged at a specific manner. And I took more seconds to find the alphabet ‘S’. As I thought the sequence would be like A,B,C,D…..and so on.
All of a sudden my teacher got angry. He was in his mid 20s I guess. Tall with mustache. I do not remember his name though. May be it started from an ‘A’ or whatever.
He took a thin stick made up of iron. And all of a sudden he started hitting me at my Calf muscles. He hit me for 3-4 minutes I guess. It was painful but I didn’t cried one single drop. May be I was a freedom fighter in my previous life😂😂.I was about to but I didn’t. I always had a lot of self control and patience back then.
When I went back home I saw 3-4 thin lines at my Calf area. It was kind of visible. Exactly I don’t remember maybe it was my sister or my aunt “Mita pishi” who asked what happened to your legs and I exactly said it happened because of the room heater. Which had the covering with almost exact distance of the lines at my Calf area. It was the first lie……of my life. May be I was ashamed of my failure then. As I wasn’t able to perform such a simple test.After a long time I told them. They said I said have said about that.
Sometimes I think I should have complained about that. At least he would have been suspended from the school. Some teachers should have consience that students are not puppets at whom they would take out their mental frustrations. By badly hitting them. It’s not like I have never got any beating during my childhood but this was different. Teachers are the people who inspire children to become successful by their thoughts and teaching. And sometimes slight beating is ok.
Some memories gets imprinted on your mind just like the beating marks .
It would have been a great lesson if instead of hitting me “he would have taught me it’s fine and said I will teach you. Hardly it would have taken 2 minutes of his precious time”.