The incident with the red pencils
One day I was walking back home along the Shanxi Jie (in Chengdu), I saw these kids walking in front of me. Suddenly they stopped, made themselves comfortable on the pavement and started comparing their drawings.
I remembered the “incident with the red pencils” from my childhood days.
The school I went to as a kid was a stickler for discipline. If you show up late, you were made to stand in a particular area until the assembly got over. The headmistress would then go around the column striking the palms of latecomers and other such offenders (incomplete or dirty uniform) with a cane. I had been a victim a couple of times. To make the caning bearable, I used to turn to Virtual Reality. Yes, I was playing with Virtual Reality back in the 1970s. I would always imagine that I was a spy captured by the enemy, and the enemy was torturing me to get to my secrets. When the teacher asked me to stretch my palm, in my mind, I would say ” Never!!, I will never reveal my secrets”. Pretending to be a spy made the pain bearable.
The punishment area was mostly regulars. One day I was surprised to meet a classmate who was a good student. I had never spoken to her in the class, but being the only two kids in the punishment area, we started talking. After a little while, we realised that the punishment area monitor was missing. We decided to escape the punishment by sneaking back into the classroom. The classroom was empty as most students were still in the assembly. That day was the drawing test, and we saw the drawing kits of the kids on the table (kids would come to school, keep their bags in the classroom and then go to the assembly area). We started wondering if we can play some mischief. The girl suggested that we take one colour pencil each from all the pencil boxes. We decided on the red pencil. Within the next ten minutes or so we had 30 odd red pencils. We also realised that we would have to head back to the punishment area - if we stayed back in class, everyone would know that it was us who played the prank. We hid the pencils behind a tree and went back to the punishment area. The caning on that particular day did not register much in anticipation of the chaotic scene that we would witness later.