"What is wrong with you, Ravi? Why don't you study at home? Don't you feel like studying or what?", Meena madam was scolding me in front of the entire class! I was sitting on the last bench, and that's why she was speaking in a much louder tone than usual.
The whole class, including the girls and even my crushes—yes, crushes, I had more than one—were looking at me.
'Oh damn,' I said in my mind. She kept on talking for at least 5 minutes more.
I wasn't feeling anything but how beautiful her voice was, the soft touch of her hair against her cheeks while she was angry, and her lips moving, though I couldn't grasp the meaning.
You know, I was frozen in my mind, just staring at Madam. She was such a beauty—her body, her hair, and her lips, and damn, her dimples on her cheeks were enough to drive me crazy.
Yes, man, I was in love with my teacher. It was a crazy love, the kind everyone experiences in their teenage years. At that moment, age felt like just a number; her loud and harsh scolding sounded like sweet words to my ears. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm being honest.
She kept scolding me for another five minutes. The girls were enjoying it because a boy was being scolded in front of the entire class. You know, it was a typical Indian classroom where girls hardly interacted with boys, and they used to sit separately: boys on one side and girls on the other.
And being typical Indian classroom everyone happy because it's fun to watch a guy getting scolded in front of the class, right? Well, if you've studied in an avrage Indian school or junior college, you'll agree with me. It was enjoyable for them; the entire class was under the illusion that I was being scolded. For me, it was just a chance to admire her beauty and also enjoy her attention on me.
I ignored the girls like you ignore ads while watching your favorite YouTube video and enjoyed ma'am attention on me. (Well, excuse me for such a shitty example. Anyways, let's continue.)
We boys were happy because of something else. In her hurry to scold me, Meena ma'am forgot to notice that the strip of her bra was showing out of her blouse. Man, she had nice assets! They were big enough and were in proper shape, and her figure was damn hot. She was the perfect figure lady with proper assets allocation. (You know what I mean right? if you don't I think this story is not for you!)
With zero attention to the words, I was just admiring how beautiful she was!
Her bra strip was visible on her shoulders and on her back. This was enough for us boys to find amusement in such a serious moment. You know how it is at that age—just a simple glimpse of beauty is enough to arouse you.
I think she sensed that I was not paying attention to what she was saying. She snapped her fingers, creating a loud noise that echoed across the classroom and brought me back to my senses. Pin-drop silence in the class, all eyes on Ma'am! "Oh damn, what now?", I mumbled.
"Are you even listening to me? You're in 12th grade, and this is an important year. Don't you get it, Ravi? Don't you get it, boys?" She raised her voice, scanning the entire boys' section and locking eyes with me at the end.
The class fell silent, but a storm was brewing inside me. She walked between the aisle that separated the boys' and girls' seating, her eyes still fixed on me.
She came closer to our bench, of course it was the last bench. Her voice lowered but her eyes were angry, "If this irresponsible behavior continues, I will not allow you to sit in exams and you will need to call your dad!". The classic ninja technique teachers use to scare the shit out of students.
There was pin-drop silence in the class when she said that to me. I looked at Amit, who was seated next to me. He looked away, and I glanced at the class; every eye was on me. "Oh, damn," I said to myself. As soon as I fixed my eyes on her, she said, "I'm serious, Ravi. You are taking your studies too casually, and I will punish you for this!"
