Jerry Pinto wrestles and punches his way through PT class!

Looking back, Wocka must have been mad.

He believed that the only way you could become a man was to endure physical pain. He also believed that he was in charge of making a gang of 12-year-olds into men.

"Form pairs," he would scream, his red face going redder. "Look him in the eye. Now... SLAP."
It wasn't fun, physical training. Until then, PT period, as we knew it, meant "Dance like a happy butterfly, you pests, dance" and 'kho-kho'. No one knew that from Std V onwards, it was going to mean pain. Our first class with him and we found out.

Wocka began. "Now come up here one by one and hit me."

We lined up, almost giggling with anticipation. We would hit him. We would hit him all right.

"Above the belt and only punches," he reminded us. We stopped giggling. We hit him and then he hit us back.