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“So. What if! That seems to be your favorite phrase huh?”
“Sir… i jus..”
“Do NOT answer back! Do not speak unless addressed to!”
“What was that?”
“What are you huh? A boy or a girl?”
Classroom titters. He preens, success.
“Boy or girl huh? Speaking so softly! Answer me!”
“uh.. boy sir..”
“You know any boy who talks so softly? Like a shy girl you seem! That and your ‘What if!'”
” sir, i ..”
“ShatUP! Insolent rascal! One more word, and you can take yourself and your ‘eeeemagination’ out of this classroom! This is an art class! You must learn some rules about art first! Do you try to say you are better than teacher?”
“i.. no i just..”
“Teacher is guru. Teacher is form of God on Earth. Do you disrespect God?”
“Then who gives you right to disrespect teacher?! I teach this class, you will learn as i teach. Learn rules before you try to break them! ‘Sir what if we use this colour, sir’ Nonsense! You will do as the book says! Gottit?!”
“Go back to your seat! If i see anyone talking, the whole class will be punished! Now draw from still life!”
Class is silent, save the scratching of pencil on paper.
Standing near the window, muttering to self, “Thinks he can try to teach the teacher how to draw, huh! ‘sir what if we use colours instead of white, sir see it is not pure white sir, the egg has colours’ takes me for a fool does he! Insolent rascal…”