Nostalgia.
The cane in the hands of a teacher
Was once, a character builder.
The less used, the loftier it was.
The teacher at the centre,
deserved the power
To use his cane at the behest of parents.
For parents too, had faith in the grip of the cane.
Discipline travelled from home to school,
And back home, along with the school bag.
Right prevailed in the absence of rights activists.
We were caned, made to kneel down ,
And stand up on benches, to help order,
Stand proudly on a higher pedestal.
Our ears were pinched at times by the teacher
Or by fellow students, who behaved better.
There were no grumblings from those punished.
No dissenting notes either, from
those who
Believed that parenting means perfecting.
When teachers treated wards as sons and daughters.
Care and cane became the cornerstones of schooling.
Schools on the whole, were grooming posterity,
To learn what was to be learnt and live,
The way one should live, at home and out of home.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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