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What kind of a teacher?

I've been burning with rage all day long. Why? I think this pretty much says it all.

We've, all at least most of the people I know, experienced corporal punishment in school. Even if it was just a rap on the knuckles with a ruler or a slightly stinging slap. Meant to hurt your pride more.

But this is a whole other matter. What kind of a teacher bangs a 11-year-old child's head on the table, makes her stand out in the sun all day long, with BRICKS on her shoulders, for crying out loud, until she vomits and is unconscious. What kind of heartless, unfeeling sadistic type of person do you have to be? Was not knowing her alphabets that much of a sin that she had to die for it?

And why did no one else step in, not any other teacher, not the principal, not the peons or ayahs in the school. Why was it that it was only the girl's sister who noticed her unconscious.

To top it all, the school's argument is that she was weak. By which basis, you would think that they've punished 'stronger' kids this way and nothing's ever happened to them and so it's obvious it was little Shona's fault.

And I agree with Renuka Chowdhary, suspension isn't enough. Stronger action needs to be taken against the teacher. This is cruelty at its worst. And now that second standard student is no more. And someone should pay and must.

And I really hope the National Commission for the Protection of Child Rights wakes up and begins actively examining schools and their methods, set up counselling centers maybe. Just take a more active role.

No child should ever have to deal with this ever again and no parent either.


Mynie said…
Made me feel sick in the stomach. And this is not the first time that such incidents have plagued our schools. And you know, if this had happened in a school in any other developed country, the school would be shut, the principals and staff behind bars and the kid's family compensated with whatever was due. Again, I am not trying to say that money can compensate a little girl's life, can do away the trauma her parents are undergoing and will do so for the rest of their lives.
Just that I don't see any serious action against the offenders here. I would love to see Renuka Choudhary live up to her words...
Revs said…
God! Thats awful! What a sadistic teacher.And what lame excuses!
starry-eyed said…
It made me want to cry. First they don't send their girl children to school for enough reasons, after hearing about this, no guesses as to whether they'll be even more turned off.

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