An escape

 We were living in Shillong, I did my Schooling in Kendriya Vidyalayas. You won't trust but its a fact that my mother was the most notorious person I have ever seen when it comes to Marks. I was a good student, neither a topper nor a failure. I was a person who was good in certain subjects like Maths ,English, Hindi, and Geography and was bad in Science , History and Civics. So even if I get good marks in the subject that I was good in, the ultimate result was about 70% since I will be getting lesser marks in the weak subjects.

My mother always wanted 95% marks and she was damn good in her studies and my father always wanted me to be happy. 

Even if i score about 98% she will be welcoming it with a weird facial expression. Will be torturing me for the remaining 2%. And will compare the marks of my friends which are quite familiar with all Indian mom's.  Himanshu Yadav and Vishal Tomar were two friends of mine who were the most headache for me too Hehe !!!. These two people will definitely score 1 or 2 marks more than me and I will be beaten up for their marks.

She used to be a regular visitor to my school. She will come to school every week if possible and will meet all the teachers and she will collect the number of teachers and will be in touch with them.

And she will show a green card to all the teacher's with a statement " Maro jitna marna hai.. Humare taraf se koi complaint nahi hoga" (Means : Beat him like anything,  we won't complain) and that was the green signal for the teachers. Most of them loved me a lot, and for a few I was the headache for them.

My English teacher (Rose Madam) was literally fed up with my talkative nature. She used to say "Empty vessels sound much". Those were the golden memories. 

So literally when i was growing up the level of torture was also incredibly increasing. 

She used to bang us like anything.  When she slapped us it was like my brother will get marks on his body and i won't get, Hence he will be pampered and i will be beaten more because i will still cry and argue.

Trust me if i would have been born in this generation i would have definitely filed a case against her, No doubt in that.

Too much pressure over studies and things made me do wrong things. She used to check the notebooks every day. Once I forgot to get the signature from my Hindi teacher and she tore the book apart and I had to write the whole thing in a new notebook. She will tear and she will also help to write and will talk to the teacher, my teachers were also so surprised to see a mother like her. One day I was quite annoyed with my Hindi teacher and I didn't submit the notebook and she even refused to sign it. I was afraid of the aftermath that's gonna take place at my home so I bought a red gel pen refill which my Madam was using and I signed the whole note book and signed it even better than her. My mother was surprised and one mistake which i made was i signed all the pages unnecessarily due to my overconfidence and she started to generate doubt and hence she came to school and asked for my notebook but my Madam said Amal hasn't submitted the notes and my mother showed her my notebook and she was surprised to see her signature. She said sorry "Amal so you submitted it '' Listening to this i started shaking my head saying Yes. My mother asked her to verify it once and she said Arae... it's not my signature. Both of them smashed me then and there itself.

Things took a drastic change when I got 13 out of 40 in a unit test for Hindi and that too was just a passing mark. I hid this from my parents and My mother used to heat up my Dad and make him involved. I lied with all the confidence and he was having my sir's number. He rang up and he got the clarification  that I just passed with 13 marks. Ayoo they beat me like anything. I had a scar on my face and hence asked me not to go to school. My dad became too annoyed since I lied and he was beating me in every interval of time they got. He hit me with a brake wire of my cycle and they both beat me like anything and I was totally depressed because they said they will come to the school and will tell this to everyone. 

That night I sat and cried seeing the scar on my face even after passing. I decided to leave the house the very next morning, getting inspired from movies. I got up, went to the bathroom and after that I told my brother I was going to take my towel from the terrace and I just ran away from my house. It was about 5.30 am. I was crying but i was happy that i will be having a new life ahead without any slaps and all. I was just a 12 year old boy. I managed to cross the military security main gates and I wondered where to go. I wanted to go somewhere to where they should not come and search. There was an uncle with whom my father had a lot of fights. So I was sure they would not come to the place in search of me. I went there and rang the bell. Aunt welcomed me and asked to sit and she was surprised to see me alone. She called her husband and he asked her not to inform anyone. She gave me Horlicks and she was making Momos with Atta. I sat next to her seeing how these Momo's are made and I was happy He He. I was considering this is the family where I will be living now onward. I didn't even think of my family. I was thinking they will forget everything and will have a peaceful life thereafter HeHe!!! 

 After all, I was a child watching movies and cartoons so I didn't have many ideas about what's going to happen. I was happy and was surrounded with peace.

I don't know today how i got the guts to take such a decision. She sent her children to school and she came back. Till date i really didn't know what was there intention to have me at their home despite of knowing that i went missing. I was watching cartoon and she was speaking with her husband over the phone.  Suddenly someone rang the calling bell and i went to open the door and found an uncle of mine there he smiled and hold my hands and asked me to come . I said i am not going to come, I broke down crying and saying how much torture am getting at my home.

He pulled me and took me to the main road and i found my father partially crying and completely angry. He was in bike he threw the bike apart and hit me there itself. The uncles stopped him and took me i was waking and i could see the whole public waiting to see me. I was smiling at them some where cursing me for my behavior.  And finally i reached at my family friend's house and everyone were asking me to never do it again and my reply to that was "Ask my parents to stop beating", and suddenly in a filmy style my Mom ran in anger and slapped me Ayoo... literally I could see stars flying all over my head. Someone asked me whether i will do this again or not and my reply was if they beat me again i will go somewhere far and suddenly i got one more slap that was from my papa hehe !!! and everyone advised my parents and they also found themselves guilty. Local police came for enquiry and wanted me to be sent for counseling but with the influence of my father he wrapped up the petition and even my photo was aired in the local news channel . These things took a lot of time to settle down. My parents, especially my mother, learned a lesson and  they reduced the quantity of slaps since they were addicted to it and it takes time for an addictive personality to refrain from their habit quickly and things went well. They learned a lesson and never ever they touched my brother. Because it was me that's why I ran away. If it was my brother he would have killed them and then he would have run away.

 I was stopped to share this story and was asked to forget that date from my life and that was a fancy date 07.07.07. The school gave counseling to my parents and even to me. 

But now its not at all like that everything has changed. Few days ago n a dinning time conversation when i irritated my mother saying something she got agitated and reminded me about what i did years ago and we went on a debate and the final lines from her was "I did all those to bring you in a right direction". 

There is a social stigma that parents are always right. I don't believe that parents are also individual human, hence every time they can't be right. 

This is dedicated to all the Indian Moms and Dads who beat their children so that they will get good marks and will show their prosperity among the neighbor's but always remember if your child does something like this all your prosperity,  dignity,  honor,  pride everything will come down.