|The Long Black Key (standard:Flash, 1245 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Oct 31 2010||Views/Reads: 1447/829||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Boyhood experiences of a boy in grade school.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Almost every student in the school was scared of Peddamma or elder mother. She was a short, middle aged teacher, dark skinned with grey hair pulled back to make a small bun at the back of her head. In her hand was always a cane. If a teacher calls sick, his or her class students were sent to Peddamma's class, since she only could handle the extra load of students. Everybody in Juggernaut's class were terrified one day when their class teacher called sick, they all understood where they would spend the rest of the day. For any violation, Peddamma will either cane the student or if the violation was significant, she will tie the student to the concrete poll outside in the courtyard for everybody to see and serve some lashes. It was terrifying to watch let alone experience it. During the class, Peddamma caught Juggernaut day dreaming and asked him to stand up. Scared to look at her, Juggernaut got up slowly. After a minute of watching him, she said “Are you the son of doctor so and so.” “Yes teacher,” said Juggernaut. “Sit down and pay attention,” said Peddamma. Everybody in the class was shocked; they all expected that Peddamma either hit Juggernaut with the cane or tie him up to the post outside. Juggernaut thanked Jesus for the break he received. One day during school recess, Juggernaut and his friend were entertaining their class mates with sword fight using the long dried pods of Poinciana tree. All of a sudden, the students were scattered and ran away towards the classroom leaving Juggernaut stand still with sword like pod in the hand. He recognized that Father Naidu was behind him. Father Naidu appeared suddenly from nowhere like travelling sage Narada Maharshi in Hindu mythology, who was known to materialize himself at every critical juncture. Juggernaut stood in silence frightened only to receive a severe hit on the head from the tip of the long black steel key. He threw the sword and walked slowly towards the classroom rubbing his head to soothe the pain. Nobody knows which door the long black key opens at the school but everybody understood that it could hurt badly. After five decades, Juggernaut went back to St. Anthony's just to look at his old school. The cab driver drove straight through the gate over the wide metal grate into the school yard. The school yard changed significantly, a new two-story grade school was built. The old school was in the process of demolition, the only small section remained intact was his old classroom. “Is it a miracle or what?” Juggernaut shouted loudly as the taxi driver looked puzzled and confused. Juggernaut walked pass the debris to reach the class room with only two walls remaining. The dreaded concrete posts were gone and so as the Peddamma's classroom, the chamber of horrors. Across the play ground, the old Banyan tree was still standing, big. Juggernaut requested the taxi driver to take a picture of him leaning on one of the remaining walls of the old class room. When the camera flashed, Juggernaut involuntarily touched the spot on his head, the landing site of the dreaded long black steel key, Father Naidu's choice weapon of punishment. Tweet
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