Psycho - 2

DISCLAIMER - Life is strange and so is the society around us! It bores elements of every sort, this is my effort to peep into Psychological corners that I along with each of you neglect to focus on, as our understanding of the same is poor. People who have had a bad day can avoid making it furthur by reading this and people who have had a great day can escape this and continue being on the path of light...
The post ahead might hold your hand towards boundaries of darkess and leave you alone!




“I Don't Know it Mam! I am sorry...” Rohan stammered!

He was shivering with fear. A tear rolled off from within his specticals. A wild roar of laughs ran across the classroom. He looked back. Everyone was laughing loud on him including the teacher.

She came close to him, gently took out his glasses. His hands folded in front of her. The laughs went louder, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He fought hard to stop his tears.

It was a usual sight in this class, The newcomer Rohan was a weak and mediocre student. He was an odd one in class. He was polite yet no teacher admired him, he was friendly yet he had no friends to count on, people laughed on him cos I this class of computer science he was such an easy target.

He came from a poor background and in regard to his disability of never been exposed to computer studies previously, he lacked the basic knowledge of using the system. The teacher miss Kanchan use to ask one question to him everyday which would leave him in gallows of embarrassment and shame.

She shouted on him and randomly slapped him for his errors. After class he use to go into the boy's dormitory and splash water on his eyelids to wipe off the tears that came during those dreadful moments of CS class.

“Mam I am really very very....” He broke down!

Kanchan mam laughed loud. “Look at him, such a loser... poor cry baby, uff! I hate such Dumbo kids”

SLAP!

“Stop your drama, You Idiot...” she giggled. Her eyes had cruel pity!

“I won't repeat it again mam...” he sobbed. Ashamed and disgusted but very calm and polite.

Class kept on laughing. What a loser! Some voices came from behind. He turned back and found people with a grin on every face visible.

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She was rushing back to home after shopping when suddenly her scooty bumped into the back of a car.

She was 40 year something but had beautiful eyes and charming skin. The car driver came out to examine the scene and Immediately recognized those eyes.

“Kachan mam?”

“yes... sorry? I dint recognized you beta”

“You taught me in High school, 10 years back mam...”, replied the good looking, young tall boy!

“Ah! Ok son, see.. I am sorry for the damage of your car, I lost control of my scooty ashly... I am still not good at driving this stupid thing, It belongs to my daughter.”

“Oh! Come on mam... You are embarrassing me... I will drop you to home”

“Ok beta... I am sorry but I haven't still recognized ya”

“Ah! Let it be mam.. I wasn't worth remembering anyways...” He smiled!

They got in car. The scooty was given for repair in the adjacent shop. Rohan told her how he went on to successfully beat the engineering entrance and grabbed a top job at a leading MNC. He just returned to Delhi last week for a job consignment and will stay here for a week.

“Its very special when I see my taught children, reach some good position in life”

“I can't thank anyone more then How much I wish to thank you mam!”

“Ah! God bless you beta!”

“Which section you were in, that batch?”

The car stopped suddenly.

BANG! Something hit at the back of her head. Her eyes closed.

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They opened again! Her head was still paining. She was in a dark room. Completely covered with foul smell. Blood stains were on her shoulders. A boy was sitting beneath the bulb. His
eyes were red.

She was puzzled. Confused, helpless and terrified. She smelled danger.

He came close. “Hi Mam! You don't exactly remember me, But I do!”

“Who are you????????? Leave me for god's sake!!!!!”

“Not so early mam! Did you ever forgave me for anything I did, then how could I?”

“I don't even remember you son... Please!!! I beg you!!!”

“Don't call me son, You F**kin Bitch! SLAP!!!”

Tears rolled from her eyes, as well as from her chin. Her eyes had fear. Fear of worst.

“I want to tell you mam, That I never intentionally failed in your class.... I use to remain awake for nights to study but the chapters were never clear to me... I was ... I was... afraid to ask you... afraid to face you... afraid to see you... afraid of being alive ... I wished to die... rather then to face you in class again! “

“Please let me go... I have a family at home...waiting ... I beg you”

“ I use to cry for nights after coming back from school... I remained silent... I started taking pills... I smoked in loneliness... But that fear and irritation never got away”, “ My parents took me to a different world... A new school... A new college... A new place... But those dreams never left my pillow...”He shouted as a cold blood tear rolled off his eyes.

“I am sorry for whatever happened Rohan, I must have never done it intentionally”

“My foot! You You and Only You had made me what I am. A criminal. A psychological patient. A depressing maniac. A failure. A businessman of misery”

“But You said... You were In MNC..”

“I lied”. He laughed out loud, “I never lied about my homework those days, I was always honest when I said...I tried but couldn't finish it... But You never listened to me... Huh!”, “And Now today...You trust even my lies...ha ha ha!”

several tears rolled off his dark hazy eyes. He showed her the cut wrist marks on her skin. He attempted suicide twise in past 5 months to escape the dreams of those days.

He told her how he had returned to Delhi, Just to avenge his misery from her.

“I beg you...” She folded her hands and cried hard!

“I am sorry mam! The last thing... I want to confess to you is that Your favorite student Prakash always bitched about you. He stole my homework note book and got those three A+ which belonged to me. I respected you the most and No one else...” He cried loudly. Shrieked. Shivered. He took out a wooden pointed log, resembling to her cane. The one which she used to beat her students with, those days.

He had a grin on his face and tears in her eyes.

“SQUASSHH!”

The wood went passed her head from the bottom of her forehead. He brought out a Teacher's day card dated 1998. written on it was “I am sorry for what I am , mam!”. He covered her dead eyes with it. Cried. Rubbed his eyelids. Smiled in tears.

he lifted her body and left.

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Tomorrow's HT city tabloid page had two sidebar headlines.

“Senior teacher of a prominent school dies in a road accident”

“Dangerous Mental patient of Agra, Caught in Delhi”

(PS - I had delayed the publishing of this post cos I wanted to let festivities of Diwali end. I don't know how much I am doing justice to the theme of "Vindictive Hatred and Psychological grudge". I can end this series before its final post if Majority of you readers want me to. I have fulfilled my promise to Salil and I am happy about that, But definately not about the energy that I am releasing from this space! Sigh! I thought a lot about so many teachers whom I hated in my school before penning this one down. This is modified 17 times and sevral elements of extremeness have been removed before the post came out for you all to read, But what about my mind, which still carries the deleted work in me! )

(PPS -In my shoes, just to see..What its like, to be me..Ill be you, lets trade shoes..Just to see what id be like..To feel your pain, you feel mine..Go inside eachothers minds..Just to see what we'd find..Look at shit through eachothers eyes..Don't let them say you aint beautiful )