Fiction
“You’re
under arrest,” said the visitor who was in the police uniform.
The
sun had just risen above the horizon far, far away, beyond the concrete jungle
of the city. Sunita was ready to go to
her school where she was a teacher in the upper primary section. The school would begin at 7.30 and she had to
start from home at 6 am from home. If
she was late by a minute the attendance register would automatically mark her
absent. That was just one of the many
miracles which the computer technology could perform in her school.
“Arrest!?” Sunita was both amused and surprised. What crime had she committed? She had slapped a boy on his back yesterday
because he had fallen asleep in the class while an interesting activity was
going on. “Interesting”, according to
the lesson plan given to her by the textbook prescribed by the school and
produced by experts. Physical
punishment is an offence which can send a teacher to the jail. But she had only patted the boy on his back,
in fact. The sound produced by the
hollow of her palm hitting on the back of the boy was just a ploy to send a
message to the class.
“Yes,”
said the police officer. “There’s a complaint
against you by the father of a student whom you are teaching. You hanged the student yesterday.”
“What!?” Sunita’s jaw hung loose though it was not in
her nature to open her mouth so wide in spite of being a teacher.
Sunita
was arrested and taken to the police station.
She was transported from there, with as much grace as the police could
afford, to the court where her bail was to be granted.
“You
hanged a student, an innocent 13 year-old student, hanged him alive yesterday?”
asked the judge.
Sunita
had already understood her crime in the interval between her arrest and the
bail.
“Yes,
sir,” she said.
“Say,
‘my lord,’” prompted the lawyer.
“My
lord?” and she looked at her husband.
“Just
do what he says, dear,” said her
husband, “this is a world that has its own vocabulary.”
Sunita
explained to her “lord” that she had played a game named Hangman’s Noose in the
class. It’s a word game. Every student has to supply a word according
to certain rules of the game; otherwise he has to draw a part of the scaffold
on his score sheet. The one who fails
again and again in the game obviously gets hanged on the scaffold he has drawn
for himself.
“How
can you play such a game in a class of young students with tender minds?” the
judge was visibly agitated. “It’s such a
negative game. It’s teachers like you who create criminals
in the society. Terrorists are born in
the wombs of such teachers...”
The
judge was very generous with gratuitous admonition.
Gratuitous
admonition come at a price, Sunita learnt quickly, in the world of “that has its
own vocabulary.”
“I
was only following the lesson plan given to me,” explained Sunita.
“What? What’s a lesson plan?” asked the judge with as much severity as he
could muster.
“You
know...” ‘You know’ was a phrase that
Sunita was prone to use when her confidence was under assault. “We ... are given textbooks ... to ... teach. And the textbooks have certain ... exercises. They call it activity-based teaching. The ... what shall I say... the ... Hangman’s
Noose ...”
Sunita
hung her head in shame.
“Carry
on. We have no time,” hollered the judge
as he smacked his lips lasciviously.
“Tell
them the truth, darling,” prompted her husband.
“You
know...,” said Sunita.
“Yeah,”
said the judge impatiently, “we know much. Get to your point and be done with it.”
“The
... Hangman’s Noose ... is a game prescribed in the textbook.”
“What!?” exclaimed the judge. “A textbook prescribes hanging! How can this be possible in a country whose
constitution was drafted after years of debating and redrafting? There is only one judiciary in this
country. How can a textbook hang
anybody? And you,” he looked at Sunita
smacking his lips again, “whoever you are, should know that there is only one
judiciary in this country that can hang anyone.
And you, a mere puppet teacher in a paltry public school dared to hang
the son of the local Panchayat member? I
can hang you for this, you understand? ...”
“Take
it easy, darling,” murmured Sunita’s
husband. “I have brought enough money
to buy him.”
“OK,”
said the judge when the sweeper muttered something in his ear. “Your bail is granted. But remember, don’t ever dare to hang
anyone. It’s my job...”
The
sun was setting somewhere far, far away, beyond the concrete jungle where
Sunita and her husband settled down to cook their dinner after an eventful day
on which Sunita had decided to give an assignment, if not a project, to her
students as part of the Continuous and Comprehensive Evaluation (CCE).
Satire and real life become so confusing. That's scary.
ReplyDeleteDracula was far kinder, my dear Aram, than educationists and politicians. And swamis.
DeleteWonderful satire - but was this post written in a hurry? Because considering the free flowing aspect of your writing that I've observed, it occurred to me that something was missing, or creating gaps in the continuous flow.
ReplyDeleteAll my blogs are written in a hurry, Abhra. I snatch minutes here and there for blogging.
Deleteloved the satire ! n your writing is worth reading
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ankur.
DeleteThe world of the educationists is a big headache and big satire as well. Nice post as usual sir.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Athena. Glad you liked it.
DeleteToday the teachers work far more than the students. If the students do their homework carelessly or don't do it at all, it's the teacher's fault. If the student sleeps in the class or is listless, it's the teacher's fault. Everything is the teacher's fault, in short. And the teacher cannot use any kind of punishment even if a student indulges in the most venal of behaviours. The system imposes all kinds of burden on the teacher merely for the sake of showing that it (the system) has the power to do so. I can conduct a whole workshop for you on how teachers should NOT be treated :)
Aha...brilliant post :D... Have to share this with my Mother(A teacher for the past 25 yrs) who like you is a victim of so called systems and has many stories to share!!
DeleteI'm sure, Aditi, most teachers will have many exciting stories to narrate. Why teachers, almost every individual is potential hero/heroine of a novel.
DeleteThat was a brilliant post sir! I love that game and play it even now. Just didn't know the seriousness of it...
ReplyDeleteIt all depends on how the student takes the defeat. Most students today can't accept defeat at all. Why defeat, they don't even accept suggestions that they don't like.
DeleteTo me, judge seemed the stupidest of all. Nice story.
ReplyDeleteSomebody recently told me his personal experience with a judge who had been bribed. The judge in this story is modelled on that judge.
DeleteNice to know a teacher's point of view...it must be getting real tough for teachers and educational institutions now
ReplyDeleteIt is tough, Vinaya. When I asked one of my nieces (class 7) what career she was going to opt for, she answered, "Teacher." Ours is a family that has many members in the teaching profession. I told her about some of the travails of a teacher today. A month later when I asked her again, she said she was thinking of a better alternative. I wished her the best of luck.
DeleteCrazy world!
ReplyDeleteHow did he become a judge?
This is only a story, Indrani. A figment of my imagination. But there are such judges in reality, I'm absolutely sure of that.
DeleteLovely satire...enjoyed reading
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bedanga.
Deletea teacher story- http://goodiformation.blogspot.in/
ReplyDeleteHilarious.
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