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READING A: SWAMI IS EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL CLASS 10TH ENGLISH UNIT 4. ADOLESCENCE

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CLASS 10TH ENGLISH – SWAMI IS EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL

The headmaster entered the class with a slightly flushed face and a hard ominous look in his eyes. Swaminathan wished that he had been anywhere but there at that moment. The headmaster surveyed class for a few minutes and asked, “Are you not ashamed of coming and sitting there after what you did yesterday?” Just a special honour to them, he read out the names of dozen students or so, that had attended the class. After that he read out the names of those that had kept away, and asked them to stand on their benches. He felt that punishment was not enough and asked them to stand on their desks. Swaminathan was among them and felt humiliated at that eminence. Then they were lectured. When it was over, they were asked to offer explanations one by one. One said that he had an attack of a headache and therefore could not come to school. He was asked to bring a medical certificate.

The second said that while he had been coming to school on the previous day, someone had told him that there would be no school, and he had gone back home. The head master replied that if he was going to listen to every loafer who said there would be no school, he deserved to be flogged. Anyway, why did he not come to school and verify? No answer. The punishment was pronounced; ten days’ attendance cancelled, two rupees fine, and the whole day to be spent on the desk. The third said that he had an attack of a headache. The fourth said that he had stomachache. The fifth said that his grandmother died suddenly just as he was starting for school. The headmaster asked him if he could bring a letter from his father. No. He had no father. Then, who was his guardian? His grandmother. But the grandmother was dead, was she not?

CLASS 10TH ENGLISH – SWAMI IS EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL

No. It was another grandmother. The headmaster asked how many grandmothers a person could have. No answer. Could he bring a letter from his neighbours? No, he could not. None of his neighbours could read or write, because he lived in a very illiterate part of Ellaman Street. Then the headmaster offered to send a teacher to this illiterate locality to ascertain from the boy’s neighbours if the death of the grandmother was a fact. A pause, some perspiration, and then the answer that the neighbours could not possibly know anything about it, since the grandmother died in the village. The headmaster hit him on the knuckles with his cane, called him a street dog, and pronounced the punishment fifteen days’ suspension.

When Swaminathan’s turn came, he looked around helplessly. Rajam sat on the third bench in front, and resolutely looked away. He was gazing at the blackboard intently.

But yet the back of his head and the pink ears were visible to Swamihathan. It was an intolerable sight. Swaminathan was in acute suspense lest that head should turn and fix its eyes on his; he felt that he would drop from the desk to the floor, if that happened. The pink ears three benches off made him incapable of speech. If only somebody would put a blackboard between his eyes and those pink ears!

He was deaf to the question that the headmaster was putting to him. A rap on his body from the headmaster’s cane brought him to himself.

“Why did you keep away yesterday?” asked the headmaster, looking up. Swaminathan’s first impulse was to protest that he had never been absent. But the attendance register was there. “No..no..” I was stoned. I tried to come, but they took away my cap and burnt it. Many strong men held me down when I tried to come… When a great man is sent to gaol… I am surprised to see you a slave of the Englishmen… Didn’t they cut off—Dacca Muslin—slaves of slaves these were some of the disjointed explanations which streamed into his head and which even at that moment he was discreet enough not to express. He had wanted to mention a headache, but he found to his distress that others beside him had one. The headmaster shouted.” Won’t you open your mouth?” He brought the cane sharply down on Swaminathan’s right shoulder. Swaminathan kept staring at the headmaster with tearful eyes, massaging with his left hand the spot where the cane laid. “I will kill you if you keep on staring without answering my question”, cried the headmaster.

“I..I.. couldn’t come,” stammered Swaminathan. “Is that so? asked the headmaster, and turning to a boy said. “Bring the peon”. Swaminathan thought, “What, is he going to ask the peon to thrash me? If he does any such thing, I will bite everybody dead.” The peon came. The headmaster said to him, “Now say what you know about this rascal on the desk.”

The peon eyed Swaminathan with a sinister look, grunted, and demanded. “Didn’t I see you break the panes?”

“Of the ventilators in my room?” added the headmaster with zest.

Here there was no chance of escape. Swaminathan kept staring foolishly till he received another whack on the back. The headmaster demanded what the young brigand had to say about it. The brigand had nothing to say. It was a fact that he had broken the panes. They had seen it. There was nothing more to it. He had unconsciously become defiant and did not care to deny the charge.When another whack came on his back, he ejaculated, “Don’t beat me, sir. It pains.” This was an invitation to the headmaster to bring down the cane four times again. He said, “Keep standing here, on this desk, staring like an idiot, till I announce your dismissal.

” Every pore in Swaminathan’s body burnt with the touch of the cane. He had a sudden flood of courage, the courage that comes of desperation. He restrained the tears that were threatening to rushout, jumped down, and grasping his books, rushed out muttering, “I don’t care for your dirty school.”

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