Oct 31, 2011

Not So Innocent Children

One second please…Let me just introspect. I am in an attempt to recollect something. I can get easily disturbed from my thoughts if you people keep on talking and chattering like this. I am trying to write some of my past experiences in order to make my blog alive. Yes, I remember, it was in my childhood days, more exactly, during my school days, and to be precise, I was then a fourth standard kid wearing knickers and backpack, which was full of text books, and additional story books, usually borrowed from classmates, and with a water bottle in hand. 

Water bottle! Yes! Water bottle is my today’s subject. I hope you also are well familiar with water bottles. My water bottle was a light green coloured one with a dumbest shape. Dumbest is the word immediately came to my mind when I attempt to describe it, because I don’t exactly remember its shape. 

One usual day with repetitive lessons, teacher’s punishment stick, orations, writing exercises, and yawns. The time is some more minutes to 4 PM. We are all set to respond to the final bell, to pick up bags, umbrellas, and water bottles.  I have already done with packing my text books in my bag. And the water bottle? Yes, it is there next to my right hand, so that I can pick it up easily in the process of running outside with enthusiasm. 

Someone sitting in my row suddenly complained, “teacher, I am not seeing my water bottle. It was here till a few minutes ago.”

Everybody’s attention turned to our side.  Teacher came and asked him to search everywhere, “You might have misplaced it somewhere accidentally,” she said.

“No teacher, I just have put it here itself. I remember it very much”, with a pathetic expression, he said.

His friend, M, suddenly poked his nose into the water bottle affair. “Let’s have a search through everybody’s bags. What if someone has stolen it? Let us start it with my own bag,” saying so, he undid his neatly packed bag, and showed us all that there is nothing suspicious.

He then checked the bag of the one who lost his water bottle, “Perhaps, you might have put it in the bag and then forgot,” he said, “but here either is not your bottle”. He finished checking that bag also.

“A water bottle? Where could it have gone? It must be somewhere beneath the seats”, I thought. Suddenly, M turned to me and said smiling mysteriously, “Now, let us check your bag. Show it me!”

I objected. ‘Why? I haven’t taken anyone’s bottle. Why Should I? I have my own one”. As one of the academically highly performing ones in the class, I cannot even be suspected for such a theft case, or that is my ego. But, M compellingly grabbed my bag, undid its straps carefully, and dramatically pulled out a colourful water bottle, the same one which was reported to be missing a few minutes before. 

I opened my mouth while shockingly staring at the water bottle. “Strange!” I thought. “How could have that water bottle came into my bag?” It was true that I had noticed an unusual bulge in my bag while waiting for the final bell. 

“You have stolen it,” M blamed me. Scared, I looked at the teacher seeking help. Here goes the dignity of the teacher’s pet. “Teacher, it was not me who put it there in my bag,” I was about to break into tears.

The teacher, who was a catholic nun, said with a smile. “God will reveal the truth one day”. She then left our row.

Years after, I heard about my friend M, that he was arrested by police, for trying to harm a small kid. When that little boy, knocked his door step seeking some water, M served him with a glassful of kerosene. Hearing that news, I suddenly thought about the old water bottle affair, and though with no proof, made some speculations on how that bottle came into my bag without my knowledge.


  1. hhmmm...i think the teacher was very kind to you otherwise she would have been reacted in entirely different way.....

    Nostalgic post....and so many of us can relate with something similar to this....

  2. Good one Tomz! I second Irfan's comments.

  3. that guy must be insane.. how could give the little boy kerosene :O Strange indeed.

  4. Hi Tomz!

    I always enjoy reading your posts. It is lethargy that keeps me from commenting several times! However, I am here now.

    I really like your way of expression, giving importance to minor details- more like a story-teller, than a writer. However, I find it very difficult to relate to your pictures. It could be because they aren't the local type. With more- Indian pictures, I think you could do a lot more justice to your articles! :-)



  5. What a weirdo that person was! Thank God you were saved and kudos to your teacher!

  6. The teacher was probably already aware of M's propensity for mischief. I've often wondered why God doesn't nip those rotten buds right from the start--before they grow up to become deadwood. One more chance perhaps?

  7. Some teachers can make out when a child says the truth.

  8. Hi buddy thanks for keeping patience with me and not getting annoyed as I was tied up for some time..sure u doing well..stay connected n keep the cheers..wishes always u r a wonderful friend

  9. @Harish

    yes..its a known fact..


    Yeah, she might be kind towards me, though she was not that kind always to everyone..


    Thank you..I also agree to you both's opinion..


    yeah..though not insane then, he had the symptoms of it..

  10. @Priyanka

    I browsed back to all my posts, and found that after my first-ever post, this is the second time u said something about my posts..anyway I am grateful to u for the inspiration (though unknowingly) u gave me to venture into blogging..

    and thanks for the nice words u said about my post..u r so kind..coming to the pictures..u know there are no photo sharing sites which provide 'free' Indian model images, or at least that is my humble knowledge..but if you watch worldwide, sites like Corbis gives you free images, and thats why my blog has a universal look..and I think it is the correct way, because many European readers and people from other continents can identify my experiences with theirs..

    and I have a plan to ask my friends to model for my posts (of course for free ;))..do u think u will be the one posing for any of my coming posts..? :)

  11. @Rachna

    yes I was saved..think about getting punishments for crimes which i didnt commit..


    u also think so?


    Yes..what u deduced about M's character is correct..he was already known for his mischiefs..Yeah..God (didnt I tell u that I was an agnostic? ;))may be giving them another chance to correct themselves..


    true..and vice versa


    Thank u ramesh bhai for the kind words..:)

  12. Dear Tomz,
    that was a recollection of old wounds that are not that easy to heal: to be left to the feeling that one is alone - but I think that your teacher managed very well!!! (Though I wondered when you mentioned sticks - is it allowed in your education system to beat or hit a child?) Some of the children in your class will have been envious that you were good at school, and the pet of the teacher. And children then can be cruel (though your 'friend', serving kerosine to a child, is not amusing - and he is grown up now!)
    Once again: I loved the reaction of your teacher.

  13. You were lucky the teacher let you off with light words, maybe because of your grades. M is a wacko in one word, glad he is no longer in your circle now.

  14. I am thinking you have had some serious brushes with the insane lot! He..he.. I kind of got reminded of my very first water bottle. It was a gift from my cousin brother who was in REC Calicut while I had joined Grade 1 in Palakkad. The bottle was half my size. I am smiling as I really don't remember what happened to that bottle. I lost in on Day 3.

  15. Hello Britta,

    Thanks for that wonderful comment..yes..during my school days corporal punishment was a part of academic system..but the government later removed that type of punishment and the today's younger generation are freed from it..my another post also mentioned punishment using stick, and if u r interested u can read it here..

    thank you


    I didnt know if it was because of my grades..most possibly it might be because of the bad impression already created by M among the teachers..


    a bottle of half of ur size (of course when u were kid)? oh u shud have kept it as something like a memento..

  16. Yeah Tomz I remember my water bottle from school days too. Though I dispensed with it by the time I was in class 8. Your friend obviously began his career in dishonesty very young! Glad that you did not get punished. But tell me why did he feed the kid with kerosene? Seems like a sadist to me!


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