Snow-Falling-Effect

A page from my Diary.....S.D.A. Mission School,Hapur

Translated from hindi, 20th Sept. 1998:
 It all started on a pleasant spring afternoon when on seeing the black monsoon clouds  stealthily engulfing the blueness of our small town  sky, a cuckoo sitting on an  electric pole outside our home started piping .
On hearing its kuhu-kuhu, my name(meaning the  cuckoo) came to my mind ,then, something related to it, then some other thought , some other thing.......... and fastened by this thread of memory I was towed towards that lane which turned to my school.
My school, where a whole community of birds, from cuckoos to crows and ravens, from pigeons to parrots and doves used to coo and caw ,trill and twitter and sing and chatter !! These  sweet (?) sounds were made  in front of our class only and that too in perfect symphony with  different teachers' different voice modulations.

some times I  used to wonder if they (the birds )simply know  which teacher was due in which  period  and so the pancham sur wali koel  would hurriedly exchange places with  the karkash crow for Negi sir's physics class ..and the guturgoon pigeons and trilling doves  would take the position for Mrs. Tyagi's hindi recitations....

In Mr. Kiskew's English class it was almost impossible to hear him ,as for one he used to speak VERY slowly and softly (being the mild mannered  literature teacher perhaps) and the second being, that  some parrots would suddenly decide for a quick meet and would importantly chatter at that time only.
It made my pinna ache in effort to catch Mr. Kiskew's beautiful words explaining ' The Solitary Reaper'....

In childhood I studied in this respectable Mission school where most teachers were suave, petite Christians of young age from South and Other parts of India and abroad. While speaking their names  I  found the phonetics so nice that I used to use the names as much as I can while interacting with anybody .For my kiddie mind those were like pronouncing fabulous different words resulting in beautiful sounds  .... Mrs. Patrick, Mrs.Massey.Mrs Shaw , Mr. Kiskew (??)
They  (the lady teachers) used to wear long straight skirts,keep their hair in rolls or bobbed as was the fashion of that time and  all which was very quaint in our small , sleepy town of 80s; but was fascinating also!


 
Solitary Reaper
The students of our school were  either from the academically inclined ,sophisticated  snobby ambassador owner  upper-middle-class who talked about national issues and congress at tea -time with utmost gravity or from jolly and rich Sardars  who drank colas and lassis at tea-time or from the pot-bellied ,god-fearing quintessential car-owner businessmen who used to send the muneems for fees etc.  and in case  they happened to come to the school they would forget the class and section of their kid and remembered only the pet name-'babloo' !!
All this made my school environment quite rich ...... er ....diverse.To me the kids in my class made the world as there were students as white as snow (Sana Khan), as wheatish as wheat(majority of them), dusky like me, black like Negros (Daniel and...mmm........names  have gone to the altar of sketchy  memory........) and a brother-sister duo ,yellow with slanting eyes like Chinese(but the sister being the most BEAUTIFUL girl with blackest eyes and long eyelashes ).And like all other kids of this world we were also free from  the prejudice of caste, creed and complexion.
We were vivacious, playful and friendly.

We used to wave to the passing trains and count the coaches and then fight as every child would end up counting different no. of coaches.

We fought over swings, plucked mulberries from the grand mulberry tree in school premises, frightened each other by telling lame silly ghost stories and to test the existence of God , used to do utterly false God-Promises.
The Mulberry 
I was the uncrowned queen of stories and fables in my class.When Mrs. Massey would be  unable to arrange for the sport gear in sports period, she'd made me stand and ask me to tell a story.
At that time I'd be  free and happy ....
When I  used to tell a story i 'd measure the full universe Paatal se aakash tak on the wings of imagination ...and the class would sit silent,spellbound,smitten  by my silken web of words, all of them, with their face in their pudgy hands ,looking at me tukur-tukur. Sometimes even Mrs. Massey would stop her work for a minute or two and absentmindedly put the pen between  her pearly teeth to listen  to me. .. I would feel  shy ,embarrased and happy.

Mrs. Massey was  a very nice teacher- competent and trendy!
She used to teach us in class 4th.Her bobbed and curly hair fell up to her nape.She used to wear bright clothes with nail-paint to match and also a pair of bright shiny ''thak-thak sounding pencil heeled sandals.Her husband Mr.Massey was quite big and was bearded, tall and Goliath like (to our young eyes)  but was a very sweet person.Their sweet little daughter-Nina was my dear friend whom I used to adore very much.

It was in Mrs. Massey's class  the cuckoo would pipe and my mind used to get diverted. Sometimes I was  unable to distinguish if it's cuckoo or some other bird, still that whole atmosphere was sufficient to motivate my creativity.It was From class  4th that I started to organise my poems in a diary.I along with my friend Rajani  used to weave a story with  the names of all our classmates as characters !

It was in this class that both of us made a ditty on the names of all flowers in the school compound-
 "duck flowers are beautiful,
dog flowers are bright,
daffodils are marvellous;
bougainvilleas so light....."

The song was very long and by the time we reached to its end we'd forgotten the start...

Our studies were completed in this jolly way.And in this way we progressed from one class to another - humming ,singing, playing,jumping from trees ,making stories and doing all other carefree activities which only childhood can offer. 
From all my other schools,I love my this school the most. Its red bricked big but simple and graceful building, which looks very sweet amidst the sprawling green of school compound trees, will always keep on luring me.

Its playgrounds, swings and small toy like houses of principle sir and the staff with slanting roofs and a missionary influence ,inside which thick carpets were there and which gave me the feel as if I've come to the London country homes. (I've never been to London though ) Or I've landed in Ruskin Bond's Dehradoon and Mussorie houses where a fireplace was always there complete with brass or  silver candle stands on the mantle, are and will be always dear to me. And every time a koel  will coo ,I will fondly  remember  my school in its full  pristine glory , with its lush greens and shimmering red brick building  - a vivid memory complete with disciplined yet gentle teachers and loads of  knowledge imparted with care and affection.
(Images are from you know :) Google.)

Craft and Projects : Kids Projects

Yesterday I completed my son's project on 'underground water : A 3D model' . And for it, by the grace of God , all material was present at home.In no time all the required material was assembled and now the  cutting,gluing,colouring,drawing,pasting...i.e.the fun part. Anindy also  helped .He  cried ,he panted and puffed his anger at things such as  'it will never be on time' ,Other being 'it is not loooking good enough' And another  that' I'm not able to do much' !

All these tantrums ...that too after HE forgot all about the project while his school was shut for 2 days and remembering only at 8:30 pm when I was sleepy...So, Thanks to him and his carelessness, i hit the bed only when it was 11:45 !

 But one help he definitely did. he was wide awake with me and along with whining he was giving valueable inputs...like to use MY  stuff...
I used an old plastic sugar jar for the well which made him mad as it was stinky! So first he rinsed it thouroughly with  FACEWASH (mine)  , then instead of using a dishcloth ,dried it with my apron (again mine!)  It was odd how his creative ideas were concentrating around MY stuff  only (though he begged from his sister's toys one BEAUTIFUL pink and blue tiniest  toy bucket but for me he was not asking for anything leave the begging part..he was simply ordering.So he Did some help.The final draft looked like this...


The well with the bucket
This  is not the only one.Like all mothers,I like helping ,sometimes doing projects for both of my kids. Some other DIY projects we did are ...

 

A quilled christmas card

A story book made from table calendar..






A tooth made from chart paper and load of newspaper and glue

A drawing for the environmental hazards
With Anindy looking sleepy from the task!

A Christmas tree
 made from shiny suff (JHAALAR) borrowed from neighbour's daughter's wedding gift!
This is a JHAALAR which people in North India use to decorate the fruit baskets for their in-laws

A drawing for 'save earth'




A drawing of amusement park uplifted from 'Cubbon Park' theme and hand cutouts of all family memebers with their one characterstic written on these.

Painting and colouring on pebbles


A King on one pebble, A doll on the other while a smiley done by Ani on third.

A mango defined by Toor Daal, A Pyramid of buttons and different types of shapes for my Nursery going daughter's Holiday Homework

Collage of a bird and a House done by magazine pages

Cutouts of animals and cartoon characters for Pihu and Educational Cards Of different colours for Anindy

carrot and cylinder for red colour day for Anindy in L.K.G

The dear old Natraj Pencil and a bowl

Turnip and soap dish


 
A calendar page with pihu's pic on it


                             So,
                                                                      Happy  Kids Projects
                                                                                                Because these days will never return
                                                                               
                                                                        love
                                                                                          KokilaVibhor




 

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