Kaalam maridichu

I somehow dont seem to recollect how i studied my KG's. What exactly did i study? How did i get through the various standards. My latest memory is of I standard where the whole class used to recite the multiplication tables. Now i wonder how do i go about with my son.

Last week we went for the open house in his school. These days the parents are more anxious and are trembling before the teacher for her remarks about their child. Irrespective of your status in the society whether u r a professional or a home-maker or a businessman, invariably you are made to sit in the classroom (that too on the small benches) to receive the report card of your child. It brought back memories of me carrying my report card to my grandmother to get her signature and preparing explanations all the way to home to be given. And i would never give her the report card in the evening if i had scored bad marks. The auspicious time would be the morning time , that too just before getting into the riksha who had been made to wait atleast for 10 minutes. Now-a-days iam waiting indefinitely for the van to come along with my kid and aathukarar(ellam antha rikshaman kudutha saabam thaan) that too in the vaasal cos we live in the first floor.

And regarding the report card, though it was the review of first term with no marks / grades i can see parents comparing the review and discussing among themselves. I was glad that i had been among the first few so that i need not participate in those discussions. I just finished my turn and rushed home. But, i should say, whatever things i write or think about parenting i was proud and happy when his teacher said he was doing extremely well and was excellent in his reading. Iam thinking of posting some tips which i followed during P's early days to make him understand and read various things so that it would be helpful for other kids. Those people who teased me when i started during his 10th month are now wondering aloud about his progress. So, it is always good to start early.

Now, this post ends with a note that i made a short trip to bangalore last week for a reception. It was truly a dashing trip with a stop at sripuram, vellore. So, imagine if i say a stop of about 16 hrs in vellore on the way to bangalore means how much time i would have actually spent there. We started by car on friday and ended up spending our night in vellore and in the morning went to the temple and had our breakfast there (it was really a yummy pongal both sweet and melagu one) and lunch in M's grandmas house and started to bglre around 3 pm. Reached bglre border around 5.15 pm (it was very pathetic to see those tar on the tamil words written on the thoranavayil). And all the while we were in bangalore i was afraid that we had to go in a car with a TN registration plate . Then attended a reception in bglre at palace grounds, and you wouldnt believe it took almost 45 minutes for us just to take a U-turn and go to the other side of the road to reach the gayathri vihar. Pathetic roads and traffic control, namba chennai evvalavo thevala. Again started to chennai with a stop at vellore in the morning.

P was more excited with the concept of staying in a hotel that he kept on asking us that we go every weekend to bangalore to stay in the same suite.

Glittering Peacocks

Decorate our national bird peacock with glitters. This was the worksheet given yesterday to my kid.
Thank god, when i went on the purchase spree for doing his scrap book i had picked this glitter glue from Landmark. And at that time it was a mistake on my part to pick that instead of glittering pens. But the mistake proved quite useful. That too when i was submit it the next day.

I thought of it an easy job. But my fingers were throbbing. Just like glue i had to press but the mere concentration and the caution sent fresh shrills thro my fingers.
First i started to do it with my kid. Both of us were doing it together. I was just guiding his fingers though inadvertently i started hurting him. So, i said i wud do the smaller circles requiring concentration and did one.
Avvalavuthaan avanukku kovam vanthuduthu. He said u do i will not come near that. He is so sensitive and adamant too. And for the rest he refused to indulge. So, i did it myself.
Then only i discovered that i had certain passion towards them. I mean doin those craft works.

During my school days we didnt have much of extra-curricular or should i say much of crafts activities. It was just obligatory on them to do the work experience and general studies since they made it compulsory in the CBSE pattern and were awarded grades.
And since procrastination was in my genes i wouldnt do them till the 11th hour and rush at the last minute. So was not in any position in putting my creative thoughts into it. Hahahaahaa.....

Anyway the peacock was good but a bit sothapified with the eyes. That stole the beauty of the picture entirely. Anyway, there is always the next time i can prove. Still 3 or 4 more years i wud help him, i suppose with his project works. Athukkapparum , i think he would be independent like the x-gen kids and would scowl at me at the very sight of me stepping into his room.

Though as a mother i would both be happy at his independence and worried at his behaviour.
What u sow is what u reap.

MY SCHOOL

Today went to my school where i wandered, learnt so many things apart from studies. Just thoughts kept on pouring from the moment i stepped in to the school. My God!!!!!!!!!!!!! The whole wing which i studied had vanished and the school ground which would talk about so many fights, crushes and girlie gossips, pains and vains , fear and the celebrations and what not could not be found. I would always boast of our schools prayer and the assembly in the morning. Gosh only the stage is the which is left there with huge buildings. My heart sank like the titanic.



I would rather say and even boast that nobody would have enjoyed their what is called their 'TEENS" like we friends did. Though it was a girls gang, the fun we enjoyed was unlimited. We would just go to school every morning with one adventure which we would like to share with our freinds. Even the whole pathway i.e the route from home to school was like an adventure.



The nicknames which we would keep for the boys were the most annoying ones. the derivation of such nickname was most fascinating.



Though we were the most nottiest gang we kept people at their feet with our marks. people around us and all the studious ones would wonder whether we would be sleeping and moving with our books in hand once we reach home. Man! That was a fantastic life.............



Little did I realise when our teachers said that school life was the best and utilise the most..........



IF I GET ONE MORE CHANCE I WOULD SURE LIKE TO LIVE THE LIFE ONCE AGAIN WITH THE SAME SET OF FRIENDS... ITS A TREASURE FOR ME TO CHERISH ALL ALONG