A dream come true

Many a times in our long lives we face a situation where we witness a battle. A battle between our eyes and our brain. While the brain(being more practical) fights to keep the eyes open, the eyes( impractical!l) fails to take commands and wants to close. My brain and eyes were also fighting like cats and dogs over this matter. Eventually my eyes won, they closed..........

It felt like i had been sleeping for ages when i got up. Still blurry, i had no idea where i was. After 5 minutes of collecting my strength , i opened my eyes fully. I tried moving my right hand but in vain, they hurt way to much.I instead looked around,I was in a some sort of a hut, i guess.
My surrounding was barely furnished, with only a table nearby a haystack on the other corner. the walls were not cemented, but were made of mud . Though my surrounding looked interesting, i wasn't interested. I had my reasons, because let alone knowing where i was, i didn't remember anything about myself!

I was still trying to recollect my memories when i heard someone come in. It was woman in a simple sari. she came towards me and asked me to rest. I couldn't do that. the anxiety in me was getting over my basic manners. I bombarded her with questions, Who was I? where was i? why? , what?, there were so many unanswered questions.
She calmly repeated her initial request and slowly started answering my questions.

" You are a soldier working with the East India Campany, you were found injured near riverside and were brought here to stay until you fully recover." I accepted that without queries(i still didn't remember a thing). But asked my next question, why was i injured?. She started off again " You are a soldier in their Meerut base, and were involved in the meerut mutiny held this year on 10 May." Seeing my confused expression and eyes which probed the question why, she continued. " It's 1857 and almost all British Raj are rebelling, Meerut was one of the first. This was done when they outraged us with bringing new rifles with cartridges smeared with cow and pig fat. The touch of pig meat is a sin to every Muslim's mouth and the touch of cow meat to Hindu's mouth is also a sinuous act." I had more questions but i could them answered i saw the woman's face changing......
It looked like her face was expanding, her eyes suddenly looked ferocious. before i could say a world she screamed menacingly. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?''
Suddenly i remembered something, the face looked familiar, it looked like... hmm...yeah.. i know..My History teacher!!
WHAT?.... my history teacher?.......Suddenly everything became clear, I wasn't a soldier in 1857, I was a student sleeping in his History class!!!!
Now what?..I thought desperately as i got up to greet my teacher who had come all the way to the last seat to wake me.
She gave me a dangerous look and asked" Were you sleeping in the class Young man?".
"No, ma'am i wasn't , i swear" i protested.
"Really?i will believe you if you answer my simple question" said she with a smirk.
"Okay"i said in a low voice.
" then answer this, Why did the Meerut mutiny take part in 1857?"
Was it luck or what? My face brightened as i said " Because ma'am, the new rifles bought by the British rule had cartridges smeared with cow and pig fat. The touch of cow meat is sinuous to every Hindu's mouth and pig fat meat to a Muslim's mouth".
My confident answered put her down, disbelievingly she said" Okay sit then."and went back.

Interesting History class, wasn't it?