Friday, July 23, 2021

Sipra's Diary: Fragments from Schooldays ( for Pat's MEMOIR Class. July,021)

                                                    My  First School :  Sipra Roy.        

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My  father who was in Railway service, transferred to a cute town of Bihar named Madhupur .My father got accommodation in the 53J.KLGuard Bunglow.The Railway station and its colony was  like a piece of wealthy British neighbourhood. It was the year of 1950 .India just  won freedom from the British rule.  Most  of our neighbors were still pure British in Railway  officers' colony .  Our bungalow was divided in four parts .In one half  we two Indian families shared  while the  other half ,up and down stairs were shared by two British families. There was a broad  wooden stairs  which separated the building  into two halves . In  front of our building was a  church-building , a piece of art, from where the sweet musical  sound of bell entertained my ears  time to time. From the corner of our long balcony ,looking at the church ,I asked my sister what was that building ,was it school? Because I noticed  kids in  sky-blue skirts or shorts and white check shirts. playing within the church-boundary .  Perhaps it was their play-time or tiffin-time.

Quarter-part of the long balcony was  allotted to me as  for  my doll's empire. But  I. used to wait for the bell and watch the   cheerful screaming   of  playful  white kids   in church and cherished in my mind to be a part of it  soon , as I heard discussion  that my father. would take me soon for admission. 

My sister  ,busy with her knitting ,answered, "It is a church   which  is similar as our  temple of Lord Shiva or Kali!  But it also  runs the  school for  the  Christians ."

Though it was not clear  thoroughly to  me  but  after all,  the word "school "  consoled me .At last the day came .  My sister made me ready with dress to go with father for the school.  On the way my father met the pastor giving instruction to the gardener .The pastor in courtsy   came near the gate to greet  my father  They talked a  while ;then my father resumed onward . I asked "where are you going?" 

"School".I said ,"Isn't this my school?"

"No, this is English medium school meant only for the Christians."

At last walking little far my father entered   through  an opened-gate  school premise named "Anchidevi  Girls' school." which was my first school  An  old white colored  building  in the middle of an open  space  with  high -boundary wall . My excitement evaporated to see the appearance of the school ! My father entered the office room . There was a table with several wooden chairs and a bench in one corner of the wall. A tall man whose complexion was dark and distorted face stood up and greeted my father  (and me too!) with broad smile  which  made me comfortable  and shook my nervousness .

He gave me some spelling and arithmetic for  admission - test   for grade -1.  I learnt add, subtract ,  multiplication ,division ; I learnt a lot  than needed for  grade one at home .The teacher  was impressed  and asked my father to admit me directly in grade 2 as I was quite advanced. Perhaps  age was not a bar  at that time .So I came back home with my father like a victor  within half an hour .ON my way back I looked at the Church with sad heart   and contempt  and just released   a sigh   silently.

Friends  of neighbor -hood came running to me at the entrance of the stairs   to ask"Done?"  

My sisters and elder brothers looked at me with bright face and admiration! Same with  the   neighbours  too ! Some of the neighbors threw  opinion  that   I would be in problem  later for  studying  at  under age .

My two elder brothers  ( named Ujjwal and Bimal. )already   had admission in the Boys' High School.  which was a large yellow-color  L-type building with big low-walled compound.  Bimal was very responsible and affectionate type from boyhood.  On the very first day ,my sister asked my brothers to escort me up to  my school. Boys' school started  at 10:30PM  while mine was 1t 10:45 with a prayer song . It was a  day of  mixture of fear and excitement .  

.....Bimal asked me to walk fast with him , holding  my hands  firmly   while Ujjwal ran away  leaving us.  behind  ; I nodded head silently .The Boys 'school was situated nearer than the Girls' School. Between the two schools  there was a large  orchard .  Coming near to  the  corner of the orchard ,Bimal   told  me "can you see your school with green gate ? I am late .Will you be able to go  alone now?" 

"yes,sure .  Came running to the green gate of school, I couldn't enter as the gate was locked from inside.  I pushed with force but failed to bulge it  Then  I turned back to call my brother for help and saw none but the  school building of the  boys' stood , as lifeless  as the  dead ; I was chilled with fear ! what would happen to me!  Pushed the green gate again.  Then I saw a girl smartly entered inside,   by  bending  and unlatching  a small  window like opening in the big green gate.   By instinct,  I  too, instantly pushed myself  behind her back  just like a  calf. It came to my sight that all girls stood in  several lines  according to class-wise  row  on the long veranda , in front  of the five /six class-rooms  for prayer song . As  I  was about to run to join the row I felt a sharp pinch  like almost injection on my heap ; turning head I saw the girl (I followed) : "Hssh, with one  finger on  her lips but  closed eyes warned me, and then again two palms near her chest like a great devotee, and standing like statue. Prayer song started .....the girl threw glance from the corner of only one eye to me. 

"Be like a statue until the prayer ends."

I obeyed  her but kept my eyes opened, perhaps in fear of getting another injection-pinch p!  At the end of the prayer  a lady teacher said something , might be some notice , but I couldn't hear. Then the row moved in a serpentine  course  to corresponding classes. I tried to stand behind a girl moving towards grade 2.  But a girl nudged me hard with her elbow;  she  dragged me  towards  her saying  "you belong to this line : grade -2 .  I know you !  I am Bithu   .You are from the rail-bungalow, right? Our dads are good friends."

I saw a strong built bobbed-hair  smart girl with sharp. eyes and feature . Then she ordered ,"Listen, stop talking with any girl of the colony .From tomorrow you will come with me together in school ,O.K? 

She   finished  her speech in a military order ,and with another  push of elbow before entering  the  class .room ;  no sooner another girl pulled her in the corner and whispered something in her ear .

Bithu, like an eagle threw glance to other corner and said ,"I will see in tiffin time !"

The teacher entered    with a long copy which was registry copy or "Call-book".

All girls took seats  except me.

The teacher greeted me  with broad smile and asked my name .She pointed an   empty   desk as my  seat.

I felt comfortable at  the broad smile .of the teacher.: a  skinny lady with a  green printed cotton sari ;  image  of her broad smile  displaying the  set of big teeth  which were yellowish  with moss-green border like fencing  between teeth.   which guarded the identity of each teeth.  It was a wonder to me how teeth   could grow green lining;   was  it  due to long time  dirt  ? 

The teacher announced me," your roll number is  11  grade -2" .and put a sticker # 11 on my desk.  There   were  another  set   of  several desks   on the  left side of the table which was marked as  grade -1. There were only 5/6 girls leaving few desks empty .

In grade -2 also   had  few empty desks . Perhaps those desks  were for the absentees. That male teacher who took  my admission test entered the class and said something to the teacher ,( might be about  me!) Then before leaving he patted me on   back  in encouraging voice ,"hope you are fine?"  I nodded my head . My class teacher gave   me treat again with that awesome  dental  smile 

First week of school went peacefully. Bithu, that bully  guy,  was absent  in the class  all these days. I was very shy .I took  admission late, in  the mid-session; the rest old students were friendly in small groups; nobody called me to play ; also  all were much older than me; I felt alone.  Though I was   quite advanced  but I could not follow the instruction of the teacher some times .One day she asked to write tables of 8,and 9. I noticed the girl sitting next to me writing in a  different way.  Suddenly the girl saw me watching her copy, asked  "don't you know tables"? I stared at her speechless. She immediately stood and complained to the teacher, "Miss ,She is'nt writing "The teacher came to me and on seeing  the blank page  asked me "don't you learn tables   of 9?"  Though I learnt by heart up to 20, I nodded my head.

Teacher:  "Do you know  tables up to 5?"

I nodded my head again.  Because no sound came from my   dry throat. I felt all the girls were staring at me. Then the teacher took my bag and held my  hand and made me sit in the row of grade- 1.

 Teacher "You are too young for grade 2".   Grade 1 and 2 were in the same room and   under same teacher .Because  number of less students  or scarcity of teachers ,I didn't know.  

I felt terrible insult to think that it is a great insult as well  as  demotion. With heavy heart I came home but didn't  disclose to anybody  of the house. Perhaps I continued about one month   in grade one.

Then one day ,the male teacher entered the class angrily with the roll call  book and crossed the class teacher why she changed my name from grade -2 to grade -1. To my astonishment , my class teacher flatly denied that she did it .They began to argue bitterly . My class teacher  who appeared soft and benign, shouted  against the male teacher for accusing her . He left the class room but came back  again with the registry book . By the time my class teacher promoted me to previous grade -2  again.

The male teacher told to sit hence forward regularly  in grade -2.  I nodded my head  with gratitude.  I was relieved from  pressure, as if , a mountain melted from my chest. But  my young  mind was shrouded  about the image of a teacher to think how  a  teacher could lie!

(CONTINUE)

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