(This is a feeble translation of a story by Munshi Premchand)
Suryaprakash was the naughtiest boy in my class. During my ten years of teaching in a school I had never come across a more unmanageable pupil. He took immense pleasure in making fun of the teachers and disturbing the serious students. He played unimaginable pranks.
He had built up a faithful band of followers, and ruled in the school. Even the chief director's instructions may be disobeyed, but no one dared to disregard Suryaprakash's orders. The peons were scared of him.
The inspector was scheduled to visit the school to assess its performance. The chief director instructed the students to arrive 30 minutes earlier; he wanted to brief them on certain important matters pertaining to the inspection. It was 10am, the inspector had arrived, but there was not a single student to be seen. At 11am, the students rushed inside as if the gate of a cage had been suddenly opened. "Undisciplined students," the inspector wrote in his report. The principal was admonished and the all the teachers hung their heads in shame. It was the work of Suryaprakash, but even after persistent enquiries not a student as much as mumbled his name.
I considered myself to be a strict disciplinarian, and had topped in the "school discipline" subject while in the training college. But all my discipline-enforcing skills came to a naught here. My brain refused to offer any suggestions as to how I could make the unruly boy follow the straight path.
The teachers held several meetings to discuss this issue, but it remained unresolved. There were suggestions that Suryaprakash should be rusticated, but we did not dare to take that step since it would have amounted to an acknowledgement of our own incompetency. It was indeed frustrating that over 20 experienced teachers could not reform a naughty boy who was merely twelve-thirteen years old.
As such, the whole school was harassed. But I was at the receiving end the most because Suryaprakash was a student in my class. It was I who had to bear all his pranks and mischief. I arrived in the school every morning worrying about the fresh troubles in store for me. One day I opened my desk and was startled beyond words to find a frog leaping out of it. There was an uproar in the class. It did not require much investigation to discover who was the culprit - I spent the whole hour sermonizing, but the boy merely stood with his head bowed, and grinning all the time.