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| "Aha!" Tony turned with a jump. He stared for a moment, then relaxed and grinned. "It's only you," he said to his nine-year-old sister Neena. "Yes, brother dear, it's only me wanting to know what you're doing sneaking into Mom's study and poking around in her handbag." "I wasn't stealing, honest. Miss Chandran taught us in class today that stealing is wrong, and I wouldn't do that." "They do teach baby stuff in Kindergarten," scoffed the big Fourth-Grader. "Okay, if you weren't stealing, what were you doing?" "I was trying to get back what's mine." "What's yours?" "My letter to Santa Claus. I want to take it to the post office myself and mail it. Miss Chandran is going to take us on a field trip to the post office. I can carry my letter along then." "But Mom or Dad will post it, like they do every year." "I don't trust them." Tony began to look sulky as he said this.  "You don't trust Mom and Dad?"  "I trust them in everything else, but I don't think they've mailed my letter to Santa ever." "Tony!" "They haven't. Last year I asked for a hippopotamus, and the year before I asked for a baby dinosaur - and all I got was a sled last year and roller skates before that ..." "Maybe they were all out of hippos and baby dinos in the North Pole," she reasoned. "No. I think my letters didn't get mailed. So I want to mail it myself this time." "What've you asked for? Whisper it in my ear, I won't tell." "Promise? Well - I've asked for a giraffe." "Okay, let me get that letter out for you. Now - add the word 'toy' before 'giraffe' and you'll get it this time for sure!" 299 WORDS |
| 208 WORDS "I'm fed up of my stripes," said Tanushree Tiger. "I want spots, like the Laxmi Leopard, for a change." Madhu Monkey heard her muttering, and smiled. Madhu Monkey was a mischievous soul and loved to play tricks on all the other animals. "Tanushree Tiger," Madhu Monkey called, swinging down from his tree and landing boldly in front of her. "I know where we can get a broom that'll sweep off your stripes." Tanushree Tiger was excited. "Where?" "It'll cost you some money," said Madhu Monkey. "I have fifty gold pieces," Tanushree Tiger replied. "I saw a robber hiding them under a tree and I dug them up and kept them in my cave." Taking twenty gold pieces, Madhu Monkey swung off through the trees. Madhu Monkey used the money to buy an ice-cream shop in the city. He moved out of the forest and spent the rest of his long life selling fifty-four flavours. Tanushree Tiger waited two days for him to come back, then grew tired of waiting, forgot all about spots instead of stripes and returned quite happily to her old habits. Since twenty gold pieces more or less doesn't make a difference in the forest, that didn't matter either. So everyone lived happily ever after. |
| The Harry Potter Quiz at Hundred Hands went superbly well! Aditya came as a volunteer and the Hundred Hands / NIFT volunteer Amulya was very enthusiastic and helpful. Also ate lunch there with Aditya, and brought some foodstuffs home. Bought owl earrings for self and tanu. |
| 1. Went to Atta Galatta for 'Food In Indian Literature' book discussion. It was a book about Mumbai (Bombay) so I enjoyed it thoroughly. I took some Gujarati snacks and Anand brought orange cake, so it was delicious! 2. Went to the GPO and collected the Supreme Court Postmark. Also gave eight postcards for mailing to members of the Snail Mail Group, and seven 'Krishna' postcards for mailing to friends, for the next postark. And three ordinary postcards, too. Now I'm going to put the clothes out to dry and then have a nap and then prepare for the Harry Potter meet tomorrow! |
| In 1998, I attended a workshop for aspiring playwrights. For the presentation, we had to write part of a play script which we would later be completing. The part had to be a few minutes in length, with the expectation of a two-hour finished product. Simultaneously, there was an actors' workshop going on. The writers' group met Monday, Wednesday, Friday, the actors' group Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and everyone together (10 x 2 = 20 people) on Sunday. We had to submit our part-script, which was then read aloud in the writers' group. We had to choose someone else's script to direct, and direct the actors for the presentation. I chose to write about the plight of teachers. This came from seeing the low salary and prestige teachers got in my country, and was particularly sparked by an item I read in the newspaper about another country (not naming which one) paying its teachers in vodka and toilet paper instead of money. (Hey this was well before the pandemic, toilet paper wasn't currency then.) My script was titled 'Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar', which was a popular children's 'clapping' game. The next verse was "Who Stole the money from the treasury". It went on, in a series of nursery rhyme spin-offs, to Humpty Dumpty and the students falling down and getting irreparably broken. For the presentation, I worked out the nursery rhymes and spin-offs - leading to a dark, hopeless future for the education system. I really enjoyed the actors bringing it to life. The audience thought it had a great message and people waited for me to complete it, meaning write the parts in between - what happened to the teachers and the taught. I didn't get around to it because I simply couldn't figure out how to make the dialogues as interesting as the nursery rhyme spin offs had turned out. Everything seemed to be a let down. The workshop leader said it needed hard work and thinking - and truth be told, I was too lazy to put in that effort. in the meantime, something has happened. Something very nice. Teachers' salaries have gone up. They are treated with more respect than before. So the future doesn't look as bleak as I had seen it then. I don't need to give the message any more, and I'm glad of that. This, then, is the story of my unfinished writing project. (PS - I don't know the current status of the vodka and toilet paper country, in case you were wondering.  )426 WORDS |
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"Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Dead..." You've got it, youngsters. You decide what's the best day of your life. And then you hold on and don't let go. And -- it needn't be a dream It can be reality. Once you've decided that the best day of your life starts now and doesn't quit You change your outlook You change the way your brain is wired you change what the universe reflects back to you And you have the best day of your life looking back at you every day So yeah - awaken to it Awaken to the realisation that it's your choice, the best day of your life forever. |
"Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : BONUS Media Prompt
..." She says she wants presence, not presents On Christmas day and I must say I agree I miss my Dad and no 'thing' can make up his absence to me. Nowadays objects are important more for sentiment for the person who gifted them rather than what they are So I feel the presence through the presents 'coz the person has gone away so far. My aunt got me a gift from abroad She thought of me while travelling That gives me a warm fuzzy glow Her love for me her gift did bring The present holds the past and the future and the presence is priceless! |
| Listening to Louisa May Alcott's Jo's Boys! |
| Words: 287 The third-graders were seated in neat rows, looking up at me. Some of them grinned. Some looked curious. The Assistant Principal of the school and the English Teacher were quietly observing from a bench right at the back of the classroom. This was it. I'd been through the curriculum-vitae, the written test and the interview. Now I had to prove I could be a teacher - by actually teaching. I had forty minutes in which to really prove myself. Discipline and kindness, I reminded myself. “I’m only going to say this once.” I heard myself saying it and then finished with "You will each need a pencil and piece of paper." Immediately, three children raised their hands. "Yes?" I asked, nodding at one of them. "Did you say a pen or pencil?" "A pencil," I replied, turning to the other hand-raiser. "Did you say a notebook?" "I said a sheet of paper." The third kid spoke before I could look at him. "Are we working with our desk partners, or by ourselves?" "I said each - that means you'll work by yourselves." The Assistant Principal's hand was raised. Startled, I nodded at her. "You've already said it four times," she informed me with a smile. I gulped. Then I recovered and went on with 'The Night Before Christmas'.There wasn't time to read the whole thing, but I marked the verses I was going to read and I managed. By the end of the allotted time, three kids had read original poems - "The Night Before Diwali" "The Night Before Id" and "The Night Before Navroz." I was called to the Principal's office, where she greeted me with "I'm only going to say this once." And then, "Welcome to our staff." |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : 80's Media Prompt ..." The start of the video reminds me of Uptown Girl - Billy Joel. Does that 'date' me? Anyway, guy's got a megaphone and is protesting something. So yeah, one should speak up when one thinks that something needs to be said. I recall when I took to the streets for environmental issues. It's pathetic the way they cut down trees for 'progress'. Air quality is going down everywhere. Not much to say about this video!  |
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