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On Teachers and Tortures -

I mean corporal punishments. Thankfully, not now, but did exist when we unlucky souls were in schools. Some of our teachers were angels from heaven, but, i am going to handpick only the nastiest of the lot here.

Kneeling down outside the class, running around the school ground (think hot, very hot), writing something absurd like "I'll never do this again" 100 times - you'll thank your lucky stars to get these routine ones. Our teachers were way too clever. They always came up with new and novel ways of punishing us. Like hitting your knuckles with a ruler? Caning? Could have put Adolf Hitler to shame. Or, maybe they all took personal training from Attila the Hun. Well, i wish they had put these hard work in their teaching strategies. We would have won gold medals and made India proud someday.

One of my math teachers was even creative when it came to punishments. Boo to the same ones, she cackled. I should go down in the annals of history for innovative torture, she swore. I am sure, every day, she must have this secret list of unimaginable ones, waiting for a bait. At last a hook on the line. Some one missed their homework. Ha, she'll smirk on and shout - thou shall have the juiciest one from my list.

My pet theory (and i have more where it came from) is that all this is a chain reaction. How? Teachers are humans too. Hard to believe, i know, because some of ours could aptly be auditioned for the next horror movie. The Witch - Math teacher. The Dracula - English. Vampire - Geography. Devil - Science. See, i can go on and on. Anyways, back to the normal lives of teachers, they must have their own share of bad days and frustrations. They have to dump all this somewhere. Lo behold, here are a bunch of kids on whom they can unleash all their wrath. These kids would probably take it out on other kids in the playground. And, when they turn into adults, become teachers again and in a flashback, remember all the punishments that they have had in the past, and, of course, add more to the torture list. The great circle of life.

Know what's irony at it's best - The history teacher would be enlightening the class about Gandhi's peace and non-violence. All while some kids have just been doled out their punishments. Side by side. Well, at least it wasn't me this time. Geez, i got lucky.

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