My hands, they nearly fired her.

I think i still have that letter.My very own hands wrote it when i was in 11th. A bunch of students including me, decided to write a letter to the principal, requesting the removal of two teachers.We had a very strong conviction that both of them were mentally retarded and one of them needed a deoderant badly.

Bravely, i took up the task of writing the letter.The school had sent a circular asking the students and parents to give suggestions.There were ocassions where my physics teacher would go like "One of these days i am going to write a letter to the principal regarding your behaviour, discipline....".All the heads will turn back to give me a look.(I am a honarary member of the backbenchers society which supports anti-nerdish movements).I will be a witness to the widest grins and smirks.Even the nerds acknowledged me as a student in the class.All their grins wanted to say was "We already have our best man working on the letter,let us see who will get to princi's desk first".The master-piece was done, each and every student signed the letter.Some cowards like J.C. didn't sign it.We didn't have difficulty in forging their signatures.A 6th standard kid was forced to put it thru the letter box.
A few nerds were summoned to the princi's office next day.They did their job and told Bull-dog the facts.Post-letter lectures of physics were awesome. We dropped 15 pens together and when she asked who was responsible we would shout 'gravity'.We actually terrorised her.Then, one day a circular comes to class from the Bull-dog.It asked the students to stay back after the last period.We were curious because we didn't have biscuits to feed him.

Bull-Dog strides into the class with physics teacher behind him.He twirls the handle-bar and his hands are folded at the back.'Did she tell him about the Hissing, the Rockets, Gravity'.We were really scared to death.I was nearly trembling, because the letter was mine. First, his lecture then my dad's lecture, followed by my athimabair's lecture were all that i could hear. I watched his eyes scan the class untill they met mine.I was trying to vanish desparately. His fingers pointed at me. The letter-writer and Mr.Funny guy left me then, his last words being "Four of his fingers are pointing at himself....".My hands clasped the desk and gave me the much needed support to stand."Yes, sir" was all i could cough out.The questions he asked stunned us all.He asked me "How is she teaching now?".My fists loosened and the bladder walls grew stronger.Mr.Witty guy jumps right back in and says "Yeah! She's improving".The whole class goes into subdued laughter and grins.Bull-dog thanks me and moves out. It was another one hour before we could stop laughing and disperse.

The first guy who signed this letter was Vatsav.His words still keep resounding in my ears "he has a golden hand."