Math Teacher

I hate math not because I m bad at it, its just because of my math teacher at school. It all started when I was in 6^th grade. Dev sundar mandal sir used to take our math classes. Ya..in first look he seems as a normal man with black hair, long face, clean shaved but when he start his class his looks change and he looks scary as devil. I don’t mean 2 horns, tail, sharp teeth with some fire effect but he act as one and he got some scary power like he could see us even facing towards blackboard, also his eyes reach from first bench to last bench and every corner of our class and could say what you are up to. His weapon was a long stick which can turn our hand red and make them useless for an hour. I don’t know if he make plan against me or I was his favorite target but one thing for sure he ask me the question I don’t know the answer I am going to be punished. So, I and my friends used to take revenge in our own way by punchring his bike. He never found us but we knew if we are caught then we are dead. The only question that used to come in our mind was: is he a devil or a vampire or a werewolf because no human could be that scary than he was. We used to imagine dev sir in Dracula look drinking our blood, turning into wolf in foot moon night all these imagination lead me to my nightmare n I could not sleep for weeks until we went our school picnic.

The day before our picnic we (me n friends) held meeting in my house. We discussed about dev sir true identity. We watched every horror movies to relate dev sir with vampire, werewolf, or devil. Even though they (movies) were scary we manage to survive till morning. So to get answer if dev sir was human or not we collect some garlic paste, holy water and some locket with god ‘s image printed on them to protect ourselves. In picnic we offered him the holy water from church but he drank it without any problem, we also mixed his food with garlic but nothing happened, I even cut my finger knowingly but he put bandit on it. We even visited temple with him, he prayed and come back and offer us some sweets nothing worked. So we were now sure that he was neither devil vampire nor werewolf. He even danced, sang and played with us. I hate to admit but we had fun with him.

The other day in class we thought we could see same fun loving teacher but we were wrong he turned to same devil again with his angry face and long stick. But for one reason I was happy those nightmare never bother me again.

Bibek chaudhary