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Second marriage
Sometimes when I don't find any fictional idea I start writing about the real incidents. Many a times I fear that I might expose the identity of the characters. But then I realize those people won't even read my content. That provides me a relief. Although I don't like to talk about relationships or love kind of thing but if that makes the other person is happy then I won't have any objections. I would like to share some of my school memories related to this kind of relationship.
When I was in 6th standard dance and music were added as minor subjects in our time table. There would be one lecture for both these subject in a week. Music class was introduced mainly to teach us new prayers. Of course you can't teach the basics of music in that short period of time. But to be honest these lectures were included only for formality. If someone needs to learn music or dance they had to pay additional fees for that. I had experienced the music classes in first and second standard. But these were removed from third standard onwards.
We had our first dance class. A male faculty dressed in jeans and tight t-shirt entered in our class. He was looking like a roadie. Somehow I controlled my laughter. At that time every other faculty used to dress up formally. Unlike any casual attire which he was wearing. He came and gave his introduction. It was too long that almost took the whole lecture of 40 minutes.
He told about his journey, about his dream, the people he met etc. At one point we thought he was over expressing and might also telling the stories which may not be true. But I didn't care. Even if that was lie let it be. And what if that was true. We cannot blame anyone just because we find hard to believe in their words.
He was brown complexion, long man. He had shoulder length hair. I remember he had a habit of walking by spreading his arms. One he was teaching us the dance steps. A small kid of our class made some mistake. In a moment we heard a loud noise. He had slapped that kid. I felt bad for the kid. At the same time I was angry upon that dance teacher. I don't know why these kind of people become teacher who instead of correcting the students' mistake, just slap them. I don't know how great dancer he thinks he was. But if you don't have patience and tolerance you could never become a great teacher.
Next year
It was continuous 3 days, I didn't get my notebook back. Everytime I ask the student who took it. He gave the same reply that his language teacher is having my notebook.
I was in 7th standard and he was in 6th standard. My notes would be of no benefit to him. So I believed in his words. I went straight to the staff room to find that language faculty.
She was absent. With a tensed eyebrows I went back to my classroom.
Not again. Not again. I was thinking all the time. Since from first standard I kept losing my books and notebooks. Not because I carelessly kept them somewhere but because I trust people.
Many a times students of different class asked my notebook. Almost 90% time I got them back. Generally faculty who used to teach the same subject in more than one section used to borrow notebook from students. So lending notes is extremely common among strangers.
On forth day my faculty of English asked notebooks for correction. So I told her about the incident. First I thought she would scold me badly. Then she said, " Oh dear! That language faculty had fractured her hand. She would be coming for a month. You do one thing. After the class come with me in the staff room."
After the class we both went to the staff room. There she found my notebook. Now I was happy to find my notes back.
My English faculty was extremely strict in the class but outside she was jolly. I have never seen her smiling. But in the staff room she acts like a naughty girl.
That was the incident by which I come to know about the language faculty. She was newly married fair lady. She had a beautiful round face with red lips. Although she never taught us but I do admire her kind nature. She treats students like a kindergarten kid even if the student would be a teenager. I was furious when I didn't get my notes back. Some how I started hating her. But when I got to know about her injury, all my hatred converted into guilt and sympathy. I was thinking how selfish I was.
After 2 years
After our summer vacations we arrived school. Most of my classmates were standing outside because our class was occupied for the tuition purpose. We had to wait for 15 to 20 minutes for entering into the class. My friends and I was standing in the corridor. We saw a young lady wearing a white and blue salwar kameez with litte golden embroidery dupatta was climbing the stairs. Once she reached the first floor several lady teachers surrounded her. Soon they start gossiping. She was looking extremely beautiful. She was giggling as a newly married woman used to giggle.
I realized she was the language faculty who got injured 2 years back. Suddenly my friend said, " You know she had married the dance faculty. First she got divorced then she remarried. It's a love marriage. I have heard her ex-husband husband used to beat her."
She said it in a way as if love marriage is a crime in a society. I replied," It is good for her. Look how happy she is now."
Then we heard some of the other lady faculties," Look she left her husband just to marry her lover." Their voices was so loud that you could easily hear from a far distance. I turned back just to who was the one who made this comment. But there faces were unfamiliar.
At that moment I felt very disgusting to study in that kind of school where people were rich only by the money. But their mentality is suitable only for a trashcan.
I was quite insecure for the students that kind of faculties would be teaching. Their own thoughts are so close minded. How could they make students open minded.
I was thinking that she might have injured her hands because of domestic violence. I hope that would only be rumors.
In our classroom one of friend whispered in my ears, " Do you know that faculty did a love marriage?"
Now I got annoyed. I whispered back in her ear, " So what do you want she would get beaten by her ex-husband but do not get divorce? Live alone miserably but don't marry her lover who would support and care for her. Tell me what do you want?"
By these remark she step back. She didn't uttered a word again. I might have said it in a rude tone. But why don't the society remain happy in people's happiness. Why don't they understand their gossips, taunts and harsh comments only spoils the image of the speaker, not the image of the person whom there were referring in their gossips.
After few years I saw that language faculty coming down the stairs slowly slowly. She was pregnant. I smiled and blushed at the same time. I was happy for her but couldn't tell anybody. After all she and I aren't relative. That day I feel how one can also be happy for a stranger.
© Amitra
When I was in 6th standard dance and music were added as minor subjects in our time table. There would be one lecture for both these subject in a week. Music class was introduced mainly to teach us new prayers. Of course you can't teach the basics of music in that short period of time. But to be honest these lectures were included only for formality. If someone needs to learn music or dance they had to pay additional fees for that. I had experienced the music classes in first and second standard. But these were removed from third standard onwards.
We had our first dance class. A male faculty dressed in jeans and tight t-shirt entered in our class. He was looking like a roadie. Somehow I controlled my laughter. At that time every other faculty used to dress up formally. Unlike any casual attire which he was wearing. He came and gave his introduction. It was too long that almost took the whole lecture of 40 minutes.
He told about his journey, about his dream, the people he met etc. At one point we thought he was over expressing and might also telling the stories which may not be true. But I didn't care. Even if that was lie let it be. And what if that was true. We cannot blame anyone just because we find hard to believe in their words.
He was brown complexion, long man. He had shoulder length hair. I remember he had a habit of walking by spreading his arms. One he was teaching us the dance steps. A small kid of our class made some mistake. In a moment we heard a loud noise. He had slapped that kid. I felt bad for the kid. At the same time I was angry upon that dance teacher. I don't know why these kind of people become teacher who instead of correcting the students' mistake, just slap them. I don't know how great dancer he thinks he was. But if you don't have patience and tolerance you could never become a great teacher.
Next year
It was continuous 3 days, I didn't get my notebook back. Everytime I ask the student who took it. He gave the same reply that his language teacher is having my notebook.
I was in 7th standard and he was in 6th standard. My notes would be of no benefit to him. So I believed in his words. I went straight to the staff room to find that language faculty.
She was absent. With a tensed eyebrows I went back to my classroom.
Not again. Not again. I was thinking all the time. Since from first standard I kept losing my books and notebooks. Not because I carelessly kept them somewhere but because I trust people.
Many a times students of different class asked my notebook. Almost 90% time I got them back. Generally faculty who used to teach the same subject in more than one section used to borrow notebook from students. So lending notes is extremely common among strangers.
On forth day my faculty of English asked notebooks for correction. So I told her about the incident. First I thought she would scold me badly. Then she said, " Oh dear! That language faculty had fractured her hand. She would be coming for a month. You do one thing. After the class come with me in the staff room."
After the class we both went to the staff room. There she found my notebook. Now I was happy to find my notes back.
My English faculty was extremely strict in the class but outside she was jolly. I have never seen her smiling. But in the staff room she acts like a naughty girl.
That was the incident by which I come to know about the language faculty. She was newly married fair lady. She had a beautiful round face with red lips. Although she never taught us but I do admire her kind nature. She treats students like a kindergarten kid even if the student would be a teenager. I was furious when I didn't get my notes back. Some how I started hating her. But when I got to know about her injury, all my hatred converted into guilt and sympathy. I was thinking how selfish I was.
After 2 years
After our summer vacations we arrived school. Most of my classmates were standing outside because our class was occupied for the tuition purpose. We had to wait for 15 to 20 minutes for entering into the class. My friends and I was standing in the corridor. We saw a young lady wearing a white and blue salwar kameez with litte golden embroidery dupatta was climbing the stairs. Once she reached the first floor several lady teachers surrounded her. Soon they start gossiping. She was looking extremely beautiful. She was giggling as a newly married woman used to giggle.
I realized she was the language faculty who got injured 2 years back. Suddenly my friend said, " You know she had married the dance faculty. First she got divorced then she remarried. It's a love marriage. I have heard her ex-husband husband used to beat her."
She said it in a way as if love marriage is a crime in a society. I replied," It is good for her. Look how happy she is now."
Then we heard some of the other lady faculties," Look she left her husband just to marry her lover." Their voices was so loud that you could easily hear from a far distance. I turned back just to who was the one who made this comment. But there faces were unfamiliar.
At that moment I felt very disgusting to study in that kind of school where people were rich only by the money. But their mentality is suitable only for a trashcan.
I was quite insecure for the students that kind of faculties would be teaching. Their own thoughts are so close minded. How could they make students open minded.
I was thinking that she might have injured her hands because of domestic violence. I hope that would only be rumors.
In our classroom one of friend whispered in my ears, " Do you know that faculty did a love marriage?"
Now I got annoyed. I whispered back in her ear, " So what do you want she would get beaten by her ex-husband but do not get divorce? Live alone miserably but don't marry her lover who would support and care for her. Tell me what do you want?"
By these remark she step back. She didn't uttered a word again. I might have said it in a rude tone. But why don't the society remain happy in people's happiness. Why don't they understand their gossips, taunts and harsh comments only spoils the image of the speaker, not the image of the person whom there were referring in their gossips.
After few years I saw that language faculty coming down the stairs slowly slowly. She was pregnant. I smiled and blushed at the same time. I was happy for her but couldn't tell anybody. After all she and I aren't relative. That day I feel how one can also be happy for a stranger.
© Amitra
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