Mr. Zuralh
"Aey you, Ponytail , get out. No more ponytails in my school."- bellowed Mr. Zuralh . Mr. Zuralh was our P.T. Sir / Instructor. He spent most of the P.T. time in searching for the girls with ponytails, shouting and sending them home. We hardly got any time to play or exercise on the school-playground. We, the girls hated Mr. Zuralh so much , that we forgot his real name and referred him by the nickname Zuralh . Zuralh means cockroach in Marathi. He had wild, bushy mustache, which was always frizzy. Whenever he spotted a pony-tailed girl his mustache-antennae would bristle. He transformed into a Wolfe, ready to pounce. Many of us, who had short hair, tried to braid it but alas , it was impossible. We dreaded going to school , whenever we had a P.T. period. Our heads would ache , our legs would sprain, our shoulders ...