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When we returned to our old school, we had another ambition - once again attend the class of Vasudevan Sir. Whenever we saw him, we would ask him to come to our class. At last the day came, he entered our classroom. A Primary school Teacher in the High School class ! He didn't teach us anything. He spoke about some general matters. He made us laugh with his satire and humour. At the same time, his speech was full of problems faced by poor people in their day to day lives. His speech was able to touch the heart of any child who came from a poor family. When I remember his words, I can't forget who was I.
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Most of the Teachers joined in the school were from Kadayiruppu, Kolenchery or Pattimattam. It took some time to join all the Teachers. My interest in studies declined a little because of the change in the school and lack of Teachers in some subjects. Oneday my father returned from Kadayiruppu junction at about 08.00 p.m. or 08.30 p.m. and started to speak about that day's news. He said that he met with Markose Sir and told him that everyday I had got up at 05.00 a.m. to study when I was in Pazhamthottam school but when changed the school, I didn't get up early and study. He asked the Teacher what was the problem behind it. I was embarrassed to hear it. "He listened me getting up at 05.00 a.m. ", I thought. But why didn't he realise that I was afraid to open the door alone ? And how much time did I get to learn? After sometime, I had to go to the kitchen. I remembered some of his statements he had made earlier. "There is no one here to cook rice and curries for you. If you want to go to school, you must get up early and cook rice and curries for yourself". But, when he met with my Teachers, he was a good parent. I couldn't reveal the truth to my Teachers because they had high reputation towards him. Then I would become the culprit and would be punished.
When the 2nd Terminal examinations were over, the topper of the class was Sebin. He came by bus from Kolenchery. "Again 2nd position!", I thought wonderfully. In the meantime, the Arts competitions were near. Jeena joined for a group dance. I think it was a folk dance because the lines of the poem are still there in my mind. It was story of kuravan and kurathi.I and Jeena's friend were the singers. That's why I remember it even today. When we returned to our old school, we had another ambition - once again attend the class of Vasudevan Sir. Whenever we saw him, we would ask him to come to our class. At last the day came, he entered our classroom. A Primary school Teacher in the High School class ! He didn't teach us anything. He spoke about some general matters. He made us laugh with his satire and humour. At the same time, his speech was full of problems faced by poor people in their day to day lives. His speech was able to touch the heart of any child who came from a poor family. When I remember his words, I can't forget who was I.
My mind was completely torn away in those days. I understood from Vanitha magazine that I can become a mother. I understood everything about menstruation from the magazine. But I walked like a hunchback, because I was wearing the bra. One day, I felt that I would go to school without wearing brassiere. "I want freedom", I thought. I went to School without wearing bra, but no one noticed me except the failed ones in the class. They looked at me and murmured. I walked through everywhere experiencing freedom. At that time, I had not heard about "Bra Revolution" that took place in 1960s. Next day, I had no courage to go to school without wearing bra. Therefore, I didn't repeat it again.
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