My Fundays 29-06-2011
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- Published 29.06.11
As a child, there were two sides to me. At home, I was a very disciplined and obedient child. But in school, I had my share of fun and got into trouble once in a while. I was the youngest of three siblings. My two elder brothers were naughty but they were also protective about me. I remember, whenever we would go to school, they would walk ahead, leading the way and I would follow them. But soon I would lag behind as my friends caught up with me.
I didn’t take much interest in studies. I studied because I had to. As compared to now, there were hardly any interesting subjects in the school curriculum in those days. But I did like history. Going back in time and learning about the past was quite a fascinating experience.
I remember one particular incident which left a very bitter taste. At that time, I was in Class I. It was the last period and our teacher was singing a song. We were supposed to repeat the lines once he had sung them. But since I already knew the song, I sang along with him. He was livid. He came up and pinched me hard on my thigh. I was so upset that I couldn’t utter a word. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was in pain and couldn’t understand why he had behaved so cruelly.
When I went home, I didn’t say a word. But my mother happened to see the dark bruise on my thigh and asked me about it. I told her what had happened. Both she and my father were very angry. They couldn’t imagine a teacher doing such a thing especially because they themselves had never hit me. The next day they went to my school and told the principal, who summoned the teacher and reprimanded him for having inflicted such an injury.
Apart from that, all my memories of school are pleasant. I was always a good dancer and whenever there was a dance programme, I played the lead role. I loved all the attention I got, though, at that time, I barely knew that one day I would be able to make a name as a dancer.
I believe school should be a place where children can have fun and enjoy themselves. After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.