Battered Me

The only thing I remember about the n-1 parents teacher meet I have attended with my parents is my  teacher uttering something about me being impeccably cute, overly meek and fairly studious

(The cute part was never stated explicitly but here is an illustration to support it ...) 

The nth was something about me being doomed to fail in my boards and haunt the school for eternity

What you should get from above (besides that i am cute) is that such a kid would never ever go under cane.

I mean come on .... whose heart won't melt before raising hand/cane/stick/trowel (khurpi)/lower limb on such an adorable child

So when I tell I tell you that I have gone under each of the above (yup..including trowel), It brings back the haunting memory of barbaric doctrine of corporal punishment followed in my school. 

Funny thing is that in the one involving trowel I voluntary went to P.E teacher to accept my punishment  when all other friends traitors ran away. And that guy made me a murga  and hit my bum with a trowel. The only consolation was that it being the flat part.

Any way, all said and done, I wrote the blog just to remind my school that ...

Revenge will be taken \m/  :-/

(On second thoughts, It so happens that lot of my dear friends are in Delhi. Will outsource to them)