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Dat 7th Class Incident...

"U noe Weneva i see ne1 teasin gals or get teased. That caligraphy teacher's face comes into my mind. Huh. In fact he has ruined my life i see ne guy looking at me i get so intimidated like y o y is he looking at me Huh"
I got this message a few hours ago, sent by my best friend. Yes, it did stir up memory that been buried deep down in my mind, consciously.
This anecdote is of the time i was in the 7th class . Some well known personality had come to our school to teach us all calligraphy...In which bamboo ticks and ink are used for writing. I guess a room had been arranged...yes it was the room behind old auditorium...a large number of benches had been put...i remember me n my best friend sitting alongside...after da session my friend was shaken sorts...i asked her what had happened...she said that teacher had touched her chest from under the table while he was standing there to teach us how to write properly...i can't even find more modest words for what he had done...not to say da disgusting feeling I'm getting right now...
He was around 50 yrs old, all white headed and seemed to be a grandfather-ly figure to one...in fact he must have carried on dat image in minds of many...no one must be remembering him even till now...
My friend dus...
We had a male teacher as our class in charge so we couldn't tell him anything...
We alone, cz she said she didn't want to tell anyone else, went to da Vice-Principal, a Sister..i dun know what my friend had tld her as i had waited outside, but i came to know what da Vice-Principal had told her didn't include taking any action...
After all, why wd da school create a scene involving an eminent artist?
My soul screams 2da, as i think we weren't able to do anything...
I dun know what to say to my friend...after 6 years also da incident haunts her...i dun have words to express...what do I call it?Anger?
Or is it pity? Or helplessness?

Comments

Priya Joyce said…
ahhh this ia a very painful incident...
It's ridiculous infact..
I simply cn't take people who cannot control their carnal desires...
be it any old person or be it young..

hell..this brings a lot of anger in me too..as u say...
yahh...I am also without any solution..
hmmm
i wanna slap that person right now :x
how can they do this and being teachers don't they have any inkling about what their actions could do to a young mind??? assholes :x
shaista dhanda said…
One question is lingering in my mind after reading this..what is the use of raising one's voice???
this happens when the heads of institutions become deaf because they are only concerned about their reputation and this situation is so ironic , the teachers who are given the place of gurus, who are expected to be ethically right commit such immoral and shameful acts.
Richa said…
schmuck! i really despise tht ppl who have no ethics. okay, there must be some hormonal problem with tht man, but a young teen aged girl? some ppl spoil their images. they have no right to stay loose!

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