I, Me and Myself

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

my 24 children

24 kids .. all ten years old.. possibly younger... running around, dont get what horizontal and vertical line mean... dont get a circle, dont get standing in a straight line. they figet and figet and talk and chat and when the time comes to dance... they DONT!

many have never danced in their life, not that they have had a very long one till now! others dance too well for their age and the teachers make sure that they are not put to much in the light or appreciated because it would increase their "head weight"!!

stuck in between is the new dance teacher 'akka'.. who had no clue what she was getting into when she agreed to do someone a favor and train these brats!... well.. at least she could go to heaven.

they look up to you.. for one they are shorter, but then they have never had 'akka' teach them dance, that too to a song that makes absolutely no sense to them.. little do they know that the konkani song could have the most expletive words and akka would never understand.. she is just praying that either the song is clean or none of the children's parents pay too close attention to the lyrics and too absorbed watching their little angels dance.

you can never yell at them... well, for one, they dont get it and second, you dont want them to start crying.. i mean, if akka really wanted to go to hell... she could of thought of many other things to do.... mmm.. MANY!

they never listen, always on their own trip.. thank god for that or they would learnt a lot of new "words" from their not so discreet akka.. who incidentally had been re-christened "miss" and was very inspired by the dialogues of the movie The Departed!

they dont get what a twist is, they dont get what eight counts mean. they dont look at each other for coordination and even if they are doing the right thing, they choose to follow who ever is dong wrong!!they dont smile.. they are too nervous that the new miss will start screaming.

they laugh at miss when she messes up her left and right side..( i cant help being dyslexic sometimes) and they will not appreciate it when she tells they have messed up their left and right sides!

they always want a break, a water break, a loo break, a tiffin break... the girls immediately huddle up and start whispering into each others ears, the boys.. who had the saddest faces after so much parctise that would make your heart bleed... would be running around like they have just woken up fresh and ready.

teach them a step and then all want to show off that they know it best... so 24 kids screaming "miss, look at me, no miss look at me, i ll do it right!"....except they dont. and it doesn help when akka has this perpetual habit of rolling her eyes and being very candid of her judgements through expression.... they kids are left lost and hurt... and you wish you were frying in hell!.. almost there anyway...

and when kids want your attention, they will make sure they get, even if it means mauling you or physically pulling you to their side .. i mean what could a lone akka.. who dint look too healthy anyway... do to a bunch of demanding and overpowering kids.... they were right! Nothing!


you will scream, scream and scream even more just to get them to listen.... and then you think... my god, i m never having kids.

a tired day, they have done their dance and you pack your bag to leave. you sit on the stone step to catch your breath. a lonely school, you have never been to, you look around and nostalgically think about your days as a kid....

just as your creeping away into dream world the brats are back...

one resigned sigh and you look at them... only to receive 24 of them screaming .. "thank you miss" in their strained yet happy voices...

ah, well... 24 kids.. :)....at least i m going to heaven!

Posted by vidi :: 7:18 AM :: 9 wisecracks:

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