Recalling Golden Days of Life
I was sent to the boarding school at the very early age of my life. Probably, the age when I couldn't wear my socks properly, couldn’t tie my shoe laces and couldn’t read, write and memorize. These were few of those things which I couldn’t manage to do at that age.
I always had some soreness and inflammation while wearing my undergarments, specially brief-underwear. My parents tried hard to implant this habit in me but I always brought them and my brief-underwear down to their knees and my knees respectively. :P :)
When I was sent to the boarding, my Hostel Warden was well versed about this weirdly horrific habit of not wearing undergarments and was given hard-boiled instructions to check this and make me learn to wear them regularly.
I was very weak in Maths since the beginning of my formal education and my Maths teachers held the record of never showing any mercy to my faces and haunches. In those extra chilly winters in that lush green boarding, every stick on buttocks and a slap on my “googly-googly mooksh” types cheeks were felt as heavy assaults.
One fine day, my Maths teacher lost his temper in the class due to my inability to solve a simple question related to basic Algebra and asked me to stand like the Statue of Liberty but with both hands up.
I promptly realized about his retaliation on my buttocks when he asked a student to bring the stick from the other teacher who was teaching in the other class.
The teacher knew English but started speaking in Haryanvi due to his anger
T: Noo kona maanne yo chhorra ( Ye ladka aise nahi manega , He wont learn things easily)
Me : Already flooding with Tears “Sir, Ab sahi karlunga (Sir, Now I will do it correctly)
T: eeb toh too karegaa hee, 4 dandey khaan ke baad (Now you will of-course do after bearing those heavy sticks at your back)
I already started dreaming about those dark red and blue signs on my back which were always a proof of my inability to learn Maths. The stick arrived and he slammed me few. I brought my hands down and started pleading him to show some mercy. I said
Me: Sir kal maar lena (Sir, Please beat me tomorrow)
T : Aaaj ke sai (What’s so special tomorrow)
Me: Sir, aaj baahaut sardi hain (Sir, It’s very cold today)
He gave me two more sticks and I brought my both the hands in the front, closer to my trouser’s zip. He started dragging my trousers down. I realized that he was trying to remove it so that his assaults can be of greater intensity on my Buttocks. Instantly he uttered
T: Uttar Paent ney ( Bring your Trouser down)
Me: While weeping and remembering my mom “ Mummaaaaaaa”
T : Utarey hai ke nahi ( are you bringing it down or not?)
M: Sarrrrr, Kal utarwalena aur fer maar-lena (Sir, please take it down tomorrow and then slam your sticks)
T : Kal ke sai? (What’s so special tomorrow?)
Me : Saarrr , Underwear nahi Pehna. ! (Sir, I am not wearing my underwear today)
The whole class including the teacher and me (with heavy tears in my eyes) erupted with a heavy Laughter.
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