Being
the youngest and the only unmarried teacher of the feminine gender in an all
boys’ Senior Secondary School, automatically bestows upon one the title of ‘femme
fatale’. It matters not whether one looks like the local buzzard that drapes
itself sleepily over the nearby moth eaten tree, or whether one closely
resembles a divine angel descended from the heavens above. By sheer virtue of
being a young lady, one becomes the designated Queen of the Walk.
And so it was with me, when I entered the
hallowed portals of St Columba’s School. From being a supremely ordinary
mortal, I inexplicably found myself the cynosure of all eyes. Correction – all
eyes 18 years of age and below, that happened to belong to the masculine
species of humanity. In a matter of hours I found that I had no dearth of offers when it came to
carrying my bag, I was greeted with regularity (and re-regularity) and the
careful courteousness that surrounded me, left me in no doubt that I was a
national treasure that the boys were not about to lose!
I had walked into
paradise unannounced!
The downside of all this adulation,
however, is that the boys do not necessarily take one seriously. It’s all very
well to be the stuff dreams are made of, but discipline in class is quite
another matter. Instead of focusing on the sonorous sounds of
Shakespeare or the equally portentous ‘Lord of the Flies’, their only aim in
life is to attract the attention of their new-found diva. Whether the attention
is negative or positive is not the question. Attention is attention. Period.
And so it transpired. On the one hand there
was yours truly doing her utmost to turn the young philistines before her into
aficionados of the English language, and on the other hand, there were 45 young
gentlemen(?) equally determined to give into every one of her charms but this!
And so the tug-of-war went, with each day resulting in battle honours equally
drawn.
Gradually,
however, persistence prevailed and a slow but steady semblance of discipline
began to descend upon the classroom. 45 pairs of eyes would gaze with deep
devotion upon the object of their affections and do their level best to let a
few fragments of knowledge and education pierce the psychedelic colours of
their youthful imaginations that were running wild. With a supreme sense of
triumph, I gazed upon the vanquished foe and thought about how I had proved
myself right to my Principal. That my tall (and ridiculous) claims of “I’ll
manage them” were actually beginning to take on some vague manifestation of
truth!
Until
the peaceful bliss of the moment was torn asunder by the sounds of a squabble
that had broken out. Two of the ‘heroes’ of my class were facing each other,
ready to do battle. Apparently there was a bitter rivalry on between the two,
over the attentions of a young lady they both fancied and it had surfaced at
the most unlikely of moments – and places.
Like any teacher worth her
salt, I was certainly not going to accept this direct challenge to my already tenuous
authority. So, I drew myself up to my regal height of five feet two and a half
inches (the two and a half are very important) and pointed an imperious finger
at the door. “OUT!” Have you ever noticed how monosyllables craft themselves
into authority personified? The two culprits quietly crept out the door.
And there they stood for the
next ten minutes – sentinels of the portal, trying hard to look like they were
completely unaffected by the unwelcome attention they were being subjected to.
Every few minutes I would check on their presence and find them firmly
installed – one on either side of the classroom door.
Until, suddenly, I couldn’t! Imagine my
surprise when I glanced in their direction, only to find that
they had somehow achieved the impossible and managed to dematerialize! In the
blink of an eye they had succeeded in doing what generations of schoolboys have
wished was possible. They had vanished without a trace.
Highly perplexed, I hastened towards the door
to unravel this mystery, when, to my horror, I found myself face-to-face with
the one person in the world I did not want present at that moment – the
Principal! Now that’s not to say that Bro Philip Pinto is by any means a
monster. Quite the contrary. He is one of the most charming, erudite people
I know and is firmly ranked among my ten favourite people in all the world..
But when one is struggling to ascertain the unknown whereabouts of two missing
students, the Principal is not the person that comes to mind as being the one
you want on the scene of the crime!
However, I had not come into
contact with 45 criminals for more than a month, without some of their survival
skills rubbing off on me. Adopting a perfectly insouciant expression, I
continued towards the door – and my fate - as if nothing was amiss in my world.
Affecting a look of unaffected pleasure, I politely (and innocently) greeted my
superior and inquired after his health, fully expecting him to withdraw once he
saw how impeccably mannered my class was (did I mention that they were all
doing extremely creditable imitations of statues carved from pure granite – Bro
Pinto has that effect upon his students).
So you can imagine my surprise when,
instead of departing, he proceeded to lean casually against the door and return
my inquiry! As if that weren’t bad enough, he then inquired after each member
of my family, turn by excruciating turn, and even proceeded to ask about the
health of my pet canine!
Did he depart after that?
Not on your life! Brother continued to steadily
stand there while he surveyed the class in a leisurely manner and then courteously
asked me about the progress of the boys as well!
You could have knocked me down with a feather!
What on earth was prompting this unsolicited solicitude?! The poor man was
obviously suffering from a bout of temporary dementia!
Ten whole minutes passed in this
fashion. Bro Pinto moved from one topic to another calmly and unhurriedly, while
I did an internal war dance of impatience and wished the man were any place but
there! But having been brought up to never contradict one’s seniors (or use
physical violence – not that one could in any case – six feet versus five feet
two and a half inches……!) I patiently waited for the ordeal to come to an end.
And come to an end it
finally did. Brother righted himself, left the door to its own devices, and
gravely wished me a ‘good day’. I doubt I have ever returned a greeting with
such alacrity! I couldn’t wait for the man to leave! And leave he did.
But not before doing
something strange.
Right
behind Brother, in the little cubbyhole in which he had been standing, stood a
huge, vintage cupboard. As he turned to depart, Brother reached across, and
gently tapped on the door and said what distinctly sounded like the words “You
can come out now”. He then did his own little disappearing act – moving off
with swift, ground covering strides that totally belied the slow motion
happenings of the previous minutes!
And that’s when the miracle
occurred.
Like the Phoenix rising from the proverbial
ashes, the cupboard door slowly and infinitesimally inched open and out stepped
two of the most woebegone creatures it has ever been my misfortune to see! Have
I mentioned that this incident occurred in the month of May – the hottest month
of the Indian summer? Who/what
stepped out of that cupboard defies description. All one could see was two
vaguely human forms made indistinguishable by the copious amounts of
perspiration flowing off them in veritable rivulets, doubled over as they
gasped for life-giving air! “Whoop, Whoop” they went, struggling for breath,
whilst simultaneously mopping their dripping brows. Their faces had turned a
fascinating shade of puce and as they painfully straightened up, it dawned on
me that I had found my missing protagonists!
Now,
under normal circumstances I am a veritable fount of compassion. But that day
had tested me beyond endurance. The struggle to stay outwardly calm while dying
a thousand deaths inside, and then finding that the answer to my prayers of
deliverance lay only six feet away, behind two wooden closed doors that they
had disappeared behind like two jackrabbits heading down the nearest warren at
the first sign of danger (read Bro Pinto), was a little too much for even my
gentle nature (?!) to bear. Once again, drawing myself up to my full height of
five feet two inches, I caught both culprits by the nape of their necks and,
displaying the strength given only to those driven to extremes of emotion,
shook them as if they weighed a mere two pounds instead of the combined three
hundred odd that they did in reality!
Oh my poor boys. What an
ordeal they had suffered! The final ignominy was to be rattled like a rag doll
by a diminutive lady not even half their size!! How much more humiliation can a
young stallion suffer? The last I saw of them for that day was two dots
disappearing into the horizon!!
what a thriller!!!! do we need to search for any supplementary reading material? gr8 vocabulary ! I am using it as a comprehension passage...as OTBA material..as creative writing example for The Crucible...and for story telling ...i have already narrated it in one breath...
ReplyDeleteI looked up a dictionary for a word or two...or three!!!!
wonderful!!
Wow! Really?! Thanks!
DeleteI don't for one moment believe that this is factual but it certainly is true ... I didn't get around to the dictionary ... yet !!! But it made me giggle. Deas
DeleteI swear it's factual - a bit exaggerated perhaps!! it was 12C - the top corner class. Don't you remember the cupboard there? Bro Philip had seen them vanish into it!
ReplyDeleteAmazing narration, ma'am. I'm in love with the way you've used such elegant words to describe a very simple instance. It had me hooked from the first line. :)
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you write a novel, or come out with a collection of short stories? Would love to read more your writing. :)
Thanks so much Reekrit. You are so encouraging!
Deletema'am you write better than the best writers!!!!
ReplyDeleteBless you, Aabha!
ReplyDeleteVow...nothing beyond that
ReplyDeleteThanks Jayanti!
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