Being a South Indian, I was forced with the learning of Hindi as a third language. I wonder why India adopts a fascist attitude when it comes to the learning of a language. The teacher who was teaching Hindi was a North Indian. He was a cruel bastard and used to subject me to regular bouts of caning. I still don’t know the reason why one has to memorize poetry. Memorization is a stupid way of learning the language. The progress of learning the language was stiflingly pitiable. For my Hindi exams I used to cram everything but sad to say at the exam hall, I used to have memory blackouts. When the marks used to come, I used to get digit marks in Hindi. To make matters worse, the Hindi Master’s son was in the same class of mine. One day he snitched to his father that I was telling stories about him which was all lies. That day after the school was after I was walking towards home. By the time I reached the school play ground, the Hindi Master came riding on the scooter. When he saw me his face became contorted like a Devil. He slammed the breaks and rushed to me. He gave me two gunshot slaps both on my right cheek and my left cheek and slapping me he dragged me to the Principal’s office. After he left, the Principal told me to go home. I till to this day don’t know why I was punished so brutally. I was only in the sixth grade at that time. Even today the hangover with Hindi works in my mind with rebellion. I hate the language Hindi and I will never speak it.