my first writing ever

Most of the people agree that we meet some people in our life that we can never forget. It happened same with me. The person I can never forget till the last day of my life is one of my teachers. She is one of those teachers who helped me to start my career. She was my tutor. I used to go at her home for tuition. Her qualification was just metric.

No doubt, she is very different. Her thoughts, her actions and even her appearance!! The main attraction in her personality I can seek is her cruelty she used to beat the kids badly. But at that time this was the main thing which brought me away from her. I always used to cry when I knew that it’s the time to go there. It was my daily routine. Her name that I know is Miss Guddo!!! I’m still unaware of her real name. She is a very short heighten lady and more than that she is very very very fat. The only technique of teaching she applied was to beat the students as much as you can. I still remember her cruel tricks to give pain to the kids.

I was beaten very badly even on the first day I went there!! Me and my cousin we were wearing the same frocks and she thought I’m hajra. But unfortunately it was me. She has beaten my cousin with the leaves of banana tree. At that time I hated her and always cried whenever someone recalled her. She was the source to create fear in me. Most of my family members made jokes that if you won’t do it, we will take you to Miss Guddo. And at this stage of my life, I have got the potential to realize that she can’t kill me. She’s also a human. But still there is some sort of fear somewhere related to that name.

I remember that once I was unable to learn some spellings in the given time and as a result I was beaten very hard, very badly that my head strike the bed and my eye get swollen. That day I remember that my grandmother went to her to ask what she has done… and fortunately that was the day when I got relief from her because my parents actually realized that why I used to cry and hide myself before going there. I can’t say that she built up positive image of books in my mind at that age. But I respect her because may be at that time I needed such a teacher.

Almost all of my family members know her. They make jokes on her. She lives in sheikhupura just besides the main police station in civil lines. Her sister is teaching at my school. She can be searched and met easily.