I was then only 8/9 years old, studying at class-II in the Mukul Smriti Primary School at Barisal. It was possible mid of the year...I was appearing in my First Terminal Exam. I appeared my exam nicely in the first day.
My mother asked me," Yes honey, how is your exam today?"
"It was fine. But Amma (mother) the subject I read yesterday...it was not there today! However I could answer properly since I read it earlier"- I replied with little confusion.
"Well, don't worry my sweet heart, it will be alright; but study hard for tomorrow's one, OK?"- Amma smiled divinely at me with usual manner. I nodded only.
In the next day , the same thing happened with my utter surprise! Frankly speaking I did not know what was the problem in that time. Same question asked by my mother and the same answer was produced before her. This time mother told me," Let me talk to your father to find out what is the exact cause of this." I was afraid at that time and had a kind of cold feeling inside!
My father came at afternoon; mother narrated every details of my incident. My father called me immediately and asked me to bring the Exam Schedule. I showed him which I had. He instructed me to get ready for next day's visit (fortunately there was no exam in the next day!) to school-office. Being ordered I just replied like an obedient soldier,"OK, Abba (father)"
I could barely sleep that night! Next morning my father took me to school and entered into the room of Royal Bengal Tigers(my ever fierced teachers lot). My father repeated the same story to the teachers in front of me. My class teacher asked me to produce the schedule. Meanwhile he brought his one. And it was my utter surprise...I had written wrong schedule! And there was no reason why I should not be fired? I was sweating inside and just looking for some places to hide. The teachers were grinning at me; I wished I were a invisible man at that time! I noted the exam schedule of last year! It was so terrible and funny that I could not just believe my eyes even! I was the loser....stood helplessly alone amid with hungry tigers!
So, that was my turn to answer my father. I could feel that my father was certainly ashamed of me! He sighed and went out distressed leaving me behind. My ferocious class teacher ordered me to shove my head beneath the table ...and I could hear only sound of caning! I cursed my self, I cursed my friend from whom I copied and I cursed the originator of educational system! My tears rolled down on to the black floor where I could see a poor face peeping at me crying. I closed my eyes wishing to see my mother's face... "Is she hearing me? Oh, Amma help me, I am in the paws of hungry tigers!" -I murmured.
It seemed to me that I had been waiting forever to hear the sound of the next can, showering on my back, just like a never-ending-story!
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