I was in the seventh standard, and it was the day of our school excursion to Mysore. The excitement in the air was palpable as the bus rattled down the road, students chattering and teachers trying to maintain order. Along the way, we were to pick up our headmaster, Appukkuttan ‘Sir’, near his home.
A few minutes before we reached his stop, one of our teachers suggested something unusual: she asked us to hail him loudly as he boarded the bus. It sounded odd, but we didn’t question her. However, as the bus pulled up to his stop, something strange happened—no one actually shouted. Except me.
With hesitation, I opened my mouth, “Appukkuttan—” but before I could finish, the boy sitting next to me gestured to shut up. He must’ve thought I was yelling our headmaster’s name, something strictly taboo in Indian culture. By then, I realized I was the only one doing it. I froze, mid-sentence.
What followed next still haunts me.
The headmaster stepped onto the bus. His eyes landed directly on me, and his expression turned into a storm of anger. Without asking what had happened or why, he unleashed a torrent of scolding. In front of the entire bus—students, teachers, everyone—I became the villain.
I wasn’t just reprimanded. I was humiliated.
I sat there, stunned and shaking, tears streaming down my face. None of the teachers, not even the one who had instructed us to hail him, came to my defense. They stayed silent, complicit in my shame.
Hours later, during a break, a teacher finally came to console me. But by then, the damage was done. The joy of the excursion was replaced with fear and sadness. And to make things worse, the headmaster declared that I had to meet him in his office the moment we returned to school.
The fear followed me for years. I internalized it. I began to see myself as arrogant, as someone who might unintentionally offend or attract criticism. To avoid that, I made myself small, invisible.
But years later, I realized something: I wasn’t wrong that day. I wasn’t arrogant. The headmaster, the teachers, and their silence were the real culprits. They judged me without understanding, reacted without empathy, and failed to see a scared, well-meaning child caught in a moment of confusion.
This incident taught me a lesson I carry to this day: never judge someone without understanding their intent.
Now, I strive to listen and try to understand before reacting, and to intervene when someone else is treated unfairly. That moment gave me immense pain, but it also made me more empathetic and less judgmental. 🌟✨
Vineeth Vinnie
Corporate Human Skills Coach