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My Coaching Institute Owner(MANISH TOMAR) Physically Assaulted Me in 9th Grade. This happened about ten years ago when I was in 9th grade. I was studying at a coaching institute called Tomar Study Point near Krishna Nagar in Lucknow. One day, a friend and I were told to complete two entire chapters in an hour because we hadn’t finished them earlier. That was basically impossible, especially with no help at all. No one was there to explain anything or guide us. After about half an hour, maybe more, the owner came to check. We had only managed to solve part of the first chapter because we were stuck and honestly didn’t understand a lot. Instead of helping, he got angry and told me I had to stay until like 10 or 11 at night to finish. I refused. I said I’d do as much as I could, but I wasn’t staying that late. That’s when he lost it. He grabbed my hair and slapped me repeatedly, hard. So many times that there were marks on my face. I left immediately, went home, and told my parents. They came and confronted him. After that, I told them clearly that I couldn’t study there anymore. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that place again. Looking back, I sometimes wonder if things would be handled differently today. At that time, my parents didn’t go to the police, and honestly, back then, awareness around these situations wasn’t what it is now. Even after all these years, it’s one of those school incidents that I remember clearly. Has anyone else been through something like this ? How do you think something like this should be handled today? I can clearly say this guy was definitely biggest chutiya and full of shitty attitude

I’ll keep this anonymous.
Back in 2016, when I was in Class 9 at the Kanpur Road branch, my class teacher had made me sit alone for almost the entire academic year. I used to sit in the first row, third seat, by myself.
One day during a maths period, our maths teacher, Mr. Piyush (I don’t remember his surname; we used to call him “Boya”), entered the classroom. As most CMS students know, we greet teachers by saying “Jai Jagat.” For whatever reason, I said it in a singing tone.
He immediately called me out and asked me to move and sit with a girl on the first bench. I refused and told him I would rather sit alone. I even said that if sitting alone was a problem, he could make me sit on the floor instead.
He kept insisting, and I kept saying no.
What happened next is something I still remember vividly. He suddenly snatched the box from my hand, threw it away, and started slapping me. Not once or twice—he slapped me repeatedly in front of the entire class. I was just standing there taking it while everyone watched.
At that exact moment, my sister, who was two classes senior to me and was a vice-captain, happened to be walking through the corridor and saw what was going on. I told her what had happened, and she immediately took me to the in-charge, Mrs. Pooja.
I was made to sit there while my sister called my parents. While I was waiting, I was told to write an apology letter. To this day, I genuinely have no idea what I was supposed to be apologizing for.
Things somehow got worse.
A friend later told me that after I had been taken out of the class, the teacher told everyone, “Yeh sirf kutte ki tarah bhaunkta rehta hai” (“He just keeps barking like a dog”).
When I eventually returned to the classroom, I sat quietly in my seat with my head down. A different in-charge then came into the class, with my class teacher present, and announced in front of everyone that nobody was to talk to me.
Imagine being a 14-year-old kid, having just been slapped repeatedly by a teacher, then being publicly isolated from your classmates as if you had done something terrible.
I went home that day, and as soon as my father heard what had happened, he left his office and came straight to the school. The school administration tried to calm everything down, but the matter eventually reached the head office.
I was furious. I remember telling my parents that I wanted to beat the living hell out of that teacher for what he had done.
The strange thing is that after all of this, he never laid a hand on me again and never really said anything to me after that.
It has been years since that incident, but it is still one of the most humiliating and degrading experiences I have ever had in school. Looking back, the slaps were bad enough, but what stayed with me even longer was the public humiliation, the name-calling, being forced to write an apology, and being treated like I was the problem.
Has anyone else experienced something similar in school?