Re-visiting Prince of Wales - IV
Prince of Wales College science laboratory is associated with many
memories despite the traumatic incident where one of our adored teachers
committed suicide by swallowing a concoction of concentrated acid as
mentioned in my last episode. The laboratory had a separate partitioned
office room where the Lab Master always occupied during off-periods. He
was of Indian origin, short and chubby with a strong North Indian
brogue, highly temperamental and a romantic type too! When he entered
the classroom for physics, students used to shiver with fear.
Our chemistry teacher was also an Indian young female in her mid 20s
who always wore sari to work. They had a common bond to share the office
inside the laboratory and both of them always made it a point to rest in
the lab during their off-periods without using the common staff - may be
due to the fact being foreigners and isolated from other members of
staff! We were naive to understand the reasons behind whether it was
either due to politics behind or their preference to be isolated from
other members of staff!
Chemical reaction
Our class, after getting transferred on numerous occasions from one
side of the school building to another as punishment for some kind of
mischievous behaviour, was again transferred to the same building where
the laboratory was located, in fact adjacent to the lab separated by two
large windows on one side of the laboratory wall. Gas pipes to the
laboratory ran through a narrow and long cemented drain covered with a
wooden lid.
Seated in our classroom, students could get a clear reflection of
what went on inside the lab master's room through the open windows.
Seemingly a chemical reaction between the physics and chemistry teacher
had developed and begun to precipitate with a romantic upsurge. For this
purpose the isolated lab office suited them ideally to maintain privacy,
little realising though that whatever action that took place inside the
lab office, an equal and an opposite reaction took place inside our
classroom as everything reflected and refracted through the glass panels
on the office door giving 'an eye full' to the boys!
Exceeding limits
Physics teacher's Indian accent and pronunciation of some English
words confused us when we took down dictated notes at speed- e.g.
Pronouncing Yellow Ray as " L... O...... Ray"; End to End as " Yen to
Yen" ! Likewise, many other peculiar pronunciations tickled us to no
end, but we were compelled to control laughter with difficulty. At every
such incidence, my good friend Silva from Dehiwela, with a missing front
tooth, could not possibly control his amusement; instead he burst out
with a forceful hissing of 'poooooooof', which upset the apple cart.
Maddened physics master who realised our contemptuous behaviour punished
Silva by ordering him to get up on his chair and bellowed: "Next time, I
will bury you in the lagoon". The peculiar pronunciation of the word
bury as 'Baree' made it worse, and the whole class had to spend the rest
of the period standing up on our chairs.
Whenever he noticed an affluent student wearing a wrist watch (which
was rare at the time) he used to mock the boy by questioning: "What does
your Chronometer indicate"? Bamboozled poor chap who did not understand
the question became tongue tied. Seizing the opportunity the Physics
master, like a cock on a brick wall fashion, reviled the boy saying:
"You bloody genius coming from the middle school know nothing", which
again made poor Silva to spring out with laughter through his missing
tooth and lips to get the whole class castigated.
Chemistry teacher was quite the opposite. Being a woman she was
gentle and petite but could not possibly control our class. Always
draping her sari with a long tail behind, and wearing a 'pony tail' hair
style, she used to walk up and down the classroom while lecturing. My
good old friend Fernando (whom I have not seen for decades) who was
seated next to me used to 'wallop' her pony tail very gently as she
walked past, grabbed the end of the sari pota flippantly out of mischief
and quickly released before she sensed it.
Once she realised the type of monkey pranks boys were up to, she once
demanded to know how many were seriously interested in studying
chemistry for GCE examination. To her amazement 16 hands went up;
finally as a kind of vengeance, she did not permit the 16 students to
enroll in chemistry for GCE examination.
We needed to offer eight subjects in a single examination. Fernando
proposed me to try christianity (Non RC) to replace chemistry and gave
me a booklet containing 30 pages of St. Mathew's gospel. I memorised the
pages, literally word to word, and ended up with a credit pass in
Christianity (being a Buddhist), whereas some of the Christian boys only
got ordinary passes. Returning home after a good spell in London I am
still trying to locate my good old friend Fernando who, I understand,
has ended up as a pastor.
There were one or two nasty elements as school masters during our
time. One such was a (Ceylon) Tamil teacher who could not control his
temper if any student did not pay attention to him. In a rage he always
hit students with the blackboard duster which had a wooden base not
realising how dangerous it could be.
One particular nasty incident was when Kalu Jine, either not being
able to answer a question or was not paying attention to him received a
thundering slap across his ear. The student just collapsed on to the
chair holding his ear lobe. The grim incident took a turn for the worse
when the boy's father approached the Principal the following morning to
report his son's damaged ear drum! The master was reprimanded
immediately by the Principal which put a stop to any excessive
disciplinary actions by him everafter.
Today the scene has changed where 'spare the rod and spoil the child'
has become a reality. Unlike in our time everything has changed from the
dress codes to hair styles of teachers and in most cases lecturers seem
to have become 'jelly babies' in front of students, sending warning
bells to overhaul the whole education system in Sri Lanka.
To be continued
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