Just like Pooja, one more thing that kept me puzzled was mathematics. After checking my mathematics paper, Champaklal paid special attention towards me along with the other unproductive students. Champaklal, as the name itself suggests a lot, was our algebra and geometry sir, unmistaken by his voice that harmonized more of a feminine gender. The jerk of his head with every adjustment he made to the long falling oily hair over his face, was vigilant.
After finding my constant deterioration in his subjects, he decided to call me at his home for a special and free tutorial.
With three to four books of algebra and geometry, I visited Champaklal sir's house. He welcomed me with a warm smile and closed the door. I stopped there watching the condition of his house. It looked shabby with various things strewn all over the place. He quickly cleared the things lying on the dirty sofa and patted on it, which formed a cloud of dust in air.
"Have a seat Bryan," he offered me to sit. He was wearing a lenga with stripes on it, and a vest on the top, which looked unwashed for at least two weeks. Things got clear when he told me that he still was a bachelor at the age of forty plus. He offered me water in a steel glass, which he dipped in an earthen pot kept in the corner. The colour of the room suggested its dullness as well as Champaklal's. The dust on the black and white TV suggested that it was unused for years.
"It's good that you are here. I was worried after checking your last semester's paper," he said in his feminine voice as he inserted a hand inside the vest and ran it over his chest.
"Would you like to have a cup of tea?" he offered.
I cursed myself for drinking the water from the dirty glass, and drinking a cup of tea was totally out of question, hence I rejected.
"Ok then Bryan, let's go to the bedroom."
Although the living room was dirty, I could have managed to sit there and study. Then why the hell was he asking me to come inside the bedroom? I could not understand what Champaklal was up to. First he calls me alone to his home and then he calls me into his bedroom. If the living room was dirty then there was no appropriate adjective for the bedroom. I was surprised to see the walls, which were full of all Hollywood and Bollywood heroes, some half nude and others full. Champaklal had totally excluded the female actors, as if their birth in this universe was merely futile.
He sat beside me on the bed keeping aside the pillow, which was coverless and had turned from white to different shades of brown.
I quickly opened the geometry textbook.
"Bryan, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No sir," I replied although it was none of his business.
"Have you kissed anyone?"
I was shocked with this question. I kept wondering whether kissing someone was a necessity for upgrading mathematics marks. Although I had kissed Pooja in my dreams, I preferred to remain quiet.
"Don't worry Bryan, you can be frank with me. I assure you that whatever you tell me will remain within these four walls and I expect the same thing from you as well."
Which wall was he talking about? Was it the one that had all the rubbish pictures, which obviously was none of my interest? He placed his hand on my thigh, which worried me a lot.
"No sir I haven't," I said as I opened a geometrical sum which was not as confusing as Champaklal.
"Have you ever shagged?" pat came the next question.
'It's enough Mr. Champaklal,' I thought of saying as things were going beyond a teacher and students limit.
"Tell me Bryan… don't feel shy and don't worry about your mathematics marks as well. I will take care of it," he said as I felt the hand moving up and down with every word.
"Yes, just once when one of our classmates told me about this."
If by confessing something helps me with my mathematics marks, then the deal was indeed worthwhile.
"It seems Bryan you have very less knowledge about all this. Wait Bryan I will show you something. "
Why was he interested in all this? Why doesn't he start teaching me? What was he up to? Was I going to be the victim of child molestation? How should I react if he really did something? I couldn't even shout saying, 'Don't you have father or brother?', as a person like Champaklal was also a threat to his father and brother. Hundred of questions fluttered around my head as I waited for the right way and right time of escaping.
He opened the cupboard and four five clothes fell down from the heap of clothes which were plunged inside. I wondered if Champaklal would also plunge me inside somewhere once he finishes his brutal intentions. He thrust his hand inside and removed a book. It read something like 'Science of Sex'.

My heart pounded faster and harder. I could even hear the beating sound of it as Champaklal sat beside me with the five hundred page book. I felt like a helpless deer fighting for its life, trying to escape from the lion's mouth.
"This is a human body,"
His voice softened as he showed me a diagram of a naked man, the focus was mostly on the private part. I was there to learn geometry but what I watched was, two small circles with a line bisecting the two.
"Remove your pant Bryan, I will demonstrate you with it."
I thought of kicking hard on his nose, the impact of which would have changed Champaklal's perspective towards life forever.
"Sir, check this sum, I tried solving it at home but could not…"
I tried to divert his attention. In short, I tried to remind him the main objective of my presence in the devil's room. Although I was poor in mathematics, I could have managed to solve the puzzling sum, but what about the puzzle which stood in front of me in form of Champaklal?
It looked like Champaklal's intentions were different and right clear. I sat on the bed like the heroine of a B grade movie who is to be raped in seconds and pleads in front of the villain to leave her for the God's sake. Here not even God tried to save me as even he must have been worried about his safety against Champaklal.
"Don't feel shy Bryan," he tried to convince me. "Ok, if you are feeling shy to undress alone then take this."
Jesus 'Replies Believe It Or Not'replies, believe it or not. Champaklal removed his lenga and stood in an underwear. Although I did not wish to see it but the close distance at which he stood displayed the name of the underwear. It read something like 'RANI', the loose elastic which was non supportive to little Champaklal inside RANI clearly suggested that it was a result of hardcore shopping on the footpath outside VT station. I admire the creative thinking of the designer of RANI. This is what the specialty of the VT roadside shopping centre is all about; there is no relation of the brand name with the make; it is purely meant for covering purpose. Champaklal looked like Phantom wearing the red coloured RANI underwear.



TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT READ THE COMICAL SAGA



Somu and Vicky were shocked as I told them about the incident. They shouted at me for not informing them before going to Champaklal's house as they were aware that Champaklal had tried this on many other boys, which meant I was not the first victim.
Champaklal tried his luck again with me, inviting me home to show me some videos, which we could see together on the twenty year old TV, but I declined the offers every time he threw them at me.
We thought that this type of molestation by a teacher to a student had to end. We knew we couldn't expose it without any firm proof.

We got to know that he had invited one of our classmates to his house.