Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Fooling or Schooling?

A close family friend paid me a visit with my prospective student, her 18month grandson.The child shouted 'Dadi' and gleefully jumped into my lap.I was struck with this dreadful feeling of 'deja vu', as my memory went into an auto rewind mode and played a sequence from over two decades back..I recalled that my younger son had made a similar leap of faith into the outstretched arms of a 'Nani', who was a dear friend of my mother as also the owner of the school in which my son had to be enrolled for a few months as a stop gap arrangement .What followed thereafter was the biggest sham in primary education I have ever witnessed!
From day one,my five year old strutted around the school as if he owned it.Whenever he found the discipline of the classroom stifling, the education being imparted dreary , he would walk out of the class into the Directors office and be treated to a copious amount of Coke and chips! He was often the solitary student in the playground , during school hours see-sawing with 'Nana'(The directors husband !!)..
One day I was informed that his class teacher Mrs Mukherjee (Most irreverently referred to as Mrs Muchadjee ) wanted to see me.I entered the office to be confronted by a lady with a very prominent follicular growth on her upper lip.."Good morning Mrs Mukherjee", I quipped chirpily.I realized my faux paux , when i saw the teacher looking extremely perplexed as she was meeting me for the first time !! As soon as I introduced myself , she went apoplectic.She told me that considering Hindi was my mother tongue my son looked upon it as a foreign language and while the other children were learning grammar he was still struggling with his alphabet.Adequately chastised , i tried in vain to work on on my sons Hindi.I held his semester report card with dread and reeled  with shock as I saw 95% marks in Hindi !!(Apparently the class teacher had been instructed to mark him only on what he knew and written !!)Till date the mystery of the remaining 5% eludes me..
At the school sports day I had to go through the ignominy of my son leading the march past as a head boy of the primary section!He was the only one looking Left , away from the grandstand as he had been instructed to turn his eyes towards the Chief Guest ,who happened to be my mother..His Nani !!When I saw him standing on the victory stand receiving a prize for having stood 6th in the spoon and marble race I completely lost my marbles !!
I fretted and fumed for the next few months , hopelessly helpless as the doting nanis made sure he continued to fool his way through school..

Monday, September 3, 2012

Pre'cautious' Children

What i find absolutely fascinating about my Life in this slow paced town is, how people and situations ranging from delightful to ludicrous present themselves at my doorstep at regular intervals.They trigger off a chain of linked memories, akin to an atomic reaction of sorts.
Just the other day, young parents , seeking admission for their 2yr old son stepped into my office.The mother with a very resigned attitude consigned her rather detached self on the couch as the child gambolled around the office.The father refused my many offers of a chair and shuffled around his son with a nervous sort of energy, reminding me of a skilled basketball player preventing his opponent from scoring a basket!
All this activity , at such close proximity was making me a little dizzy and i asked the father firmly to let the child be and sit down !The gentleman shook his head with such fervour that the head almost detached itself from the shoulders.He told me that a few months back his son had dropped a  TV(!?!) on his head as a result of which his parietal bone had registered five cracks !!The neurosurgeon who was summoned by the distraught parents was greeted by the child, with a tight slap across his cheek..Needless to say that it took no further tests to declare the child 'normal', by the much traumatised doctor !!
This incident took me many years back,when my friends son had tied a rug around his shoulders and jumped off the first floor balcony of their flat.This overenthusiastic Superman was super fortunate that the groundfloor residents , had put out their mattress to be aired , which broke his fall and dislocated his arm !!Indignant at his inability to fly and displeased at having injured himself this boy then proceeded to demolish the doctors chamber ..When the doctor had , had enough of the son and hysterical mother, who kept insisting her child had a concussion , he lifted the child , from the waist , held him in the air and yelled'Maam you may have a concussion , I may have a concussion ...but your child DOES NOT have a concussion!!( The 6yr old Superman is a Fighter Pilot today ).
I too have been a victim of such a senseless experiment as a young mother.My younger son ( his misadventures are legendary) in a tearing hurry to join the ranks as Top Brass or more likely in an attempt to  outshine his older brother, drank up Brasso as a two yr old..He was rushed to the hospital for a stomach wash and fortunately his guts survived his gut churning experiment ..My older son ( His wisdom is legendary ), was extremely envious as he thought his brother would not need a bath henceforth and would shine if  given a flannel cloth rub down !!!!
A word of caution to parents of very young children and parents to be.That bundle of joy, who comes shrieking into this world, is actually announcing the arrival of 'Hazmat'...So please handle with extreme care and be vigilant at all times...