377.

09 Dec 2008 1 Comment

by nirvana demon in gender and sex Tags: article 377 of the indian penal code, joseph, miss mary

“it’s hot in this section“, he thought to himself, the drone of the fan not drowning the low hum that emanated from the teacher’s lips. With  377 students in the year and 72 in his class alone, he was safe.

The teacher was saying something, as usual.  He could catch some snatches of words trailing off in his mind even as they were transmitted there through his auditory nerves “…of the Indian Penal code was renamed as the Ranbir Penal Code…” He grimaced. Of all the states that he disliked in social science, Jammu and Kashmir was the worst. “Whosoever wants to keep it can keep it. Just get it out of my textbook! If it were up to me, I would hand it over to the UN voluntarily and tell them that India has (no, “had”! he corrected himself, sotto voce) enough troubles of its own.”

His mind flashed excitedly back to a word he had learnt in the previous class: ‘ carnal‘, delivered by the ruby red lips of miss mary the english teacher, who dropped a giggle along with the word, a dainty little puff of petal pink laughter, that ran and hid in the corner near the water cooler.  And Asif, that arboreal thug, who evidently had missed the lesson about the niceties of social intercourse, standing up with his crotch against the desk, the wooden top rack concealing his hardon and his lecherous smile revealing it horribly. He grimaced at the thought.

It was the principal’s order that the students of section XI A be encouraged to spend time in the garden, his poor befuddled mind clutching at straws to deal with the horniness of 377 sixteen year olds, and hoping vainly, that proximity to nature would sophisticate these insensate boors. The rowdies that roamed the corridors with switchblades in their pockets feared noone :  neither man, woman or animal, meeting life on their own violent terms.

“…… and we shall be studying about Ranjit Singh later, in the portion on Punjab…”

He looked up and saw that the teacher was still talking about J&K, and looked like she was going to pursue this through the class. He idly toyed with the idea of creating some commotion so that he may be  punished and be asked to leave the class. Joseph, the head peon, would share his hand-rolled cigarettes with him, and pass lewd comments about miss mary’s butt. Joseph always bragged about his exploits with women, and ever since his brief imprisonment (for posession of marijuana and not having enough to bribe the cops, it was later learnt), he had achieved a demi-god status among the boys. Joseph dwelt for long on the beauty of either cheek, jiggling as miss mary walked by in her heels. It was a description which he found particularly arousing, as he had watched her wiggle past many times too, walking up to the last rows to better see the boys there. It may be that Joseph had actually had sex with her as he described, pounding her senseless as she whimpered in lust….

…..His trousers began to feel tighter as his penis began to extend, and spring resolutely to life. “Was it the thought of miss mary, mewling into the arm of her lover, or the vision of joseph, wiry and muscular, roaring as he came deep inside of her?”, he wondered. It had been close to ten years since he had known joseph, and they were buddies, were mates.

(The teacher was still droning, he noted.  “shall I make a quick pass and jump out of the room?”)

He ruefully discarded the idea. Although the old-style colonial building was full of large bay windows, if he jumped out, at least 10 other boys would  also jump out along with him. That would be too conspicuous. Plus, he may become liable for these guys, and would have to shake them off before he met with joseph. No, he would wait till the evening. Joseph would be hanging out near the chaat stalls. He would run into him there. Accidentally. Everything would be just fine.