Lost Command and Logical Conclusion

Lost Command and Logical Conclusion

We had a teacher who had been in the Army during World War 11 probably in the voluntary force who became a teacher in subsequent years. 

He was not a good teacher except his good command in English and the ability to command us the way he wanted us to be.

Our assessment was that he was not good enough to be in the Army ranks and that is why he was booted out. 

Even those days education department was the dumping grounds for undesirable characters.

One good thin we learnt from him was time management. 

He was punctual and because he was no good at teaching he used to leave the class in time and sometimes he took French leave too to escape from our minor harassment.

He was particular about our dress code too especially the shoes we wore. Since we came from neighboring villages we did not like wearing shoes. 

One cannot climb a tree with shoes on and ditch into water 3 to 4 feet high to catch guppies (fish) with shoes and stockings.

That was understandable.
Even if, we had a wound in one leg it got to be one slipper and one shoe to wear.
One day we had a plan.

One of us (let’s say it was not me but I was the one with the bright idea got it adopted from a cartoon of those days) wore black shoe and a brown shoe to school.

He was living in the neighbourhood.
Others decided to wear socks of two different colours or not to wear socks at all.

We shared the socks with different colours before entering the school after playing softball cricket.

The plan was that the one wearing shoes with two different colours to come to class bit late and limping as he was injured so that the teacher would notice the obvious.

We also decided to keep mum and not to laugh when this was discovered.
Teacher was visibly annoyed.
He call him what the hell with two colours (like Sinaha regiment wearing Gamunu regiment colours).

The answer was “Sir, I have another one like that at home but left right changed he said”
We started laughing spontaneously.
Go home and change your shoes and come was his answer.
He did,
The plan worked.

Then being stupid enough he decided to check shoes of all of us and discovered that we we wearing multi-coloured attire.

He then realized that this was a platoon’s display of displeasure and chased us to go home and come with proper attire.

We did not go home but went to the playground and had little bit of gamesmanship and exchanged our socks played for while and returned back to the class.

The guy came little bit later with almost the same shoes.
Now more than annoyed.
Why didn’t you change?.
No Sir, I changed.

I left the other pair at home and put on this pair which I left in the first instance at home, was his answer.

Now the ex-officer was red hot.
He could not send him home lest he will repeat the ordeal.

We only knew that he did not go home but stayed with us and was brave enough to play the game straight.

The teacher in his utter confusion got his left and right confused.
He could not remember what he wore in the first place.
The officer lost both his senses and command.
No wonder why he was not kept in the regular force.

We were in total command of ourselves since then and that is why many of us ended up in the university and abroad.

He did not come to school for couple days afterward and we heard that he had a minor heart attack.

The principal who was a senior officer in rank when in service transferred our teacher to another class and the next year he was gone for good and we never saw him again in our lifetime.