The School Journal #4 – The Drenching Rain of Love

. . . Cntd #3

“Saware aai jaiyo saware,
Saware aai jaiyo saware
Ho jamuna kinare mora gav, mora gav
Jamuna kinare mora gav,
Mora gav, mora gav
Saware aai jaiyo saware
Saware aai jaiyo saware

Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli,
Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli
Braj ki hu main nar nawali,
Braj ki hu main nar nawali
Radha rangili mero naam,
Mero naam, radha rangili mero naam
Saware aai jaiyo saware,
Saware aai jaiyo saware”

The reason for this post. A knock that has become a most memorable moment!

Back with This:

Ha, it’s been many days since I have updated this, right? I don’t know, for sometime I thought I would never write this, and at some point of time I thought to delete the pervious instalments of this series. What good is this, I thought, this will do nothing and I thought I wouldn’t appreciate the emotions I have been going through. But I couldn’t. I gotta record this, I gotta read these after ten years and I gotta check what these means to me. NO, not like this is a serious business of mine, but you see, I can’t explain, but it is some kind of fun too, at the same time, it might be very emotional and touching.

All these kids and all, I just can’t forget them like they are nothing,. no. This is not a business to me. I stopped being a teacher to them, I am like an elder brother or a friend to them. I can feel it on their faces when I enter the class. they stand up like they have been waiting for this particular class the whole day, I don’t know if it is true or I am feeling it a bit exaggerated, but yeah, I truly can feel it and it feels amazing. I clap, I bring ion the ‘josh’ they expect from me and then, I am like, I am a story-teller to them, I am a stand up comedian, I am a psychiatrist talking about nerves and everything, I am all physics, chemistry, biology and literature teacher. I give them stories from the past, History, I explain them the dynamics of Indian politics, I tell them how world is progressing, how they gotta behave like men and ladies and at the same time, I ask them to be free, use a dialect, be funny and totally reckless. Yes, I do and talk whatever shit that comes on my mind! Uffoo!

 I even get a doubt if I am good teacher or not for any kind of a class. I took my guitar in a couple of time, 51 students, imagine singing a song along with me, my god, my god, that fills me up, I just can’t explain, I just can’t describe in words, there will be a lot of repetition if I try; it was great, it is great; that is a  moment I will cherish as long as I have the memory of it.

Times have changed from me loving them to they loving me too. It is not like they didn’t like me in the beginning, they did, but it was a sort of excitement that is all. But now, with no excitement, with no need of doing something special for them, with no expectations or conditions, they simply love me, that is why I called this post, ‘the drenching rain of love.’

Here, I have to be a bit more careful when I say this is all about the class, no. There are a few other aspects too, which I believe will be affecting my life hereafter. But this journal is quite a place for my kids, that is all, and for no one else, no matter how important they are, right? For them, I have been writing stories depicting my affection towards them, so this, for my kids and me.

So now, because it has been a very, very long time, I don’t want this post to get clumsy with overlapping of things, so I believe it would be easy if I divide these into different planes, so it would be easy for me to think about and write. Ah! This is going to be a really long post folks!

The Teacher’s Day!

I just can’t say about this normally. No, If I talk normally here, it is like insulting their love. The manifestation of love, I have seen it that day. The day was precious. I think, I have to make a mental note for myself: Hey Wick, see, remember this, remember how you were given those white t-shirts and how students were asked to scribble something on your shirt. Remember how excited they were to write something on yours? Remember how your shirt was all drenched with colour on the back? Yours is the most scribbles shirt re, my god and when they have divided the teams for children to stay with teachers and play games, come on bro, you destroyed it totally. All your children were with you leaving out their teams. It pissed off Arjun sir and of course, in turn the pressure was on Roja and the children who were organising it. Till now I remember the crowd which was moving along with you. Haha, I am half sure they would at least be thirty to fifty students moving at a time with you, haha. Such a beautiful day for you. But for Sakshi, Rishita and Sravya it was real hard, isn’t it? I think they got angry on you. Why wouldn’t they? You were encouraging all the children to break the rules and be and do whatever they wanted to. My god. Haha. They at one time snapped off at you; they apologized later of course. But it genuinely was their naivety. They can’t expect a celebration to be organised. If it was organised, how would it be a proper celebration at all?

How many chocolates did you get that day? Countless, my god. You alone got like total number of chocolates all the other teachers got. And, Hairini’s gift, haha, “you are a hero,” kind of a thing on the cup, haha. With all these, “Hulk,” “Iron Man,” “Greatest Teacher,” “The best teacher,” “Real Hero,” the best part, you should never forget, “Demi-God,” my god, a Demi-God? But that was a very hectic and sorrowful day for Roja, isn’t it? She was under pressure. Ah, the pressure any idealist faces, isn’t it?

Anyway, that was the day when you fist had the glimpses of love they have for you. The real, and zeal-filled love they have for you. That was the first time even the school felt you are not just a teacher but something very big between students. Yeah, I think everyone got to know that, you are not just a teacher there, you are something really big and that was presented that day!

Dohya’s 5000rs Collector Prize!

It surely is something I should never forget. Yeah, right from the day when I and Gayatri ma’m in a great hurry took the children to the competition, where there was a lot of chaos regarding who is going to participate and who is not, haha, many things to remember. I think then is when I got a great time talk with these people. Sanjay too came for drawing competition, but I spend a lot of time with six children in specific, for whom it was late because of the elocution. We all came back to the school in an auto. I drove a bike behind the auto. We dropped Sri Priya at her home and others were dropped at the school where their parents picked them up. The first prize in the competition was 10,000, second was 7,500 and the third prize was 5,000. I proposed that if anyone from our school gets a prize, we will go to a movie. That was meant to be a joke of course.

Dohya got the third prize. I can’t say how proud I was. I, myself took her to collector’s place, we collected the prize and in the meanwhile, we had a great talk about her and what her aspirations are and I even sang a song in the auto while returning. I boasted all over the school that my student got a prize. I am pretty sure she is awesome and intelligent and my presence or absent would show no difference, but still, I was happy like hell.

A few days before, from my class Sudheer Raja and Raja Rashmitha got first and third prizes in a district wide competition. I was freaking happy. My class students are doing great, haha, I want to boast all over and I want to make them popular too. I did. A few teachers mocked me and all, but I don’t really care. But after getting the prize, Dohya didn’t take us to the movie, no! I will ask what she has done with the money.

I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You – The Song!

It was a day before the mid exams for them. the school was all heated up. Students were all tensed. Teachers were all vexed up and the management is like, ready to showcase the learnings to the parents and all. From the morning, when I was walking in the corridor passing my class, I could see the teachers throwing all kind of last minute information to the students. They all looked tired, not physically, but mentally exhausted. I wanted to make them happy. I wanted to bring in some music.

I went to my home in the afternoon, I brought in my guitar. I went to pre-primary. I sat with Sailaja Ma’m, my sweet love in the school; as good as my own mom or something. I told her my plan. She always loves me. She said to go with it if I think it was okay. I smiled and winked. I practiced the song. Saket sir was also there, who was trained in Carnatic vocals and all, I practiced for a couple of times and set the tune, tempo and rhythm right. It was time. I walked with a guitar in the corridor. I left it leaning on a wall outside the class and went into the class empty handed.

I sat on the teachers desk. They were waiting eagerly for what I have to say. I am half sure, almost everyone in the class knows I will not be going for the revision, but they don’t know what I will be doing. “So, I thought you are exhausted all the day,” they gave a huge “yes,” “That is why I thought, we will have a bit fun for the day,” they all gave a huger “Yes.”

“A song?” I asked, and my god, the foundations shook with their “yes.” It was not the first time we were singing in the class. We are a really good troop when it comes to singing. I called Sanjay, who sits in the first bench and whispered in his ear, to bring in the guitar which would be leaning outside on the wall. He brought in; ah, their faces changed. They were happy like they were only happy all the time. “Before playing,” I started, “I will tell you the story of the song which we are going to sing,” I was writing the lyric on the board and while writing I gave them a story that my brother sang this song at her college crush five years after his college and they got married three months later. They loved the tale, even I love it, I love it like my own.

Then…. We all, together sang the beautiful song…:

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Ha, I can’t say how much it filled me up. I can’t say how much I am in love with it. It was a moment. I can live in it for all my life. Such a beautiful moment, I don’t think I can ever replicate it in my life. I think when I got to propose ‘her’ I will take all my children there and sing this song together for her. I am pretty sure she’ll not be left with any other option than to accept! Haha!

RYLA – The Freaking Kishore!

The school wanted to send our children to RYLA; the full form I forgot. I and Kishore (A P.E.T) gathered fifteen students the day before the two-day event and called all the parents, made all the arrangements, which I messed up totally with my “sympathetic” nature and became meal to our director that night, and everyone were ready the next day.

The event was of two days, in Vishaka Valley school of Visakapatnam. Nothing specific there, but Ahmed and Vignesh from my class, Abhinav from D1 section became like brothers, we boys had great, great and great fun. I first time ate that star fruit or something which Ahmed gave and I was totally into it. I loved it. He brought it for me later too in the school. We had some motivational sessions there, which were boring, but we had some camp fire the first night and the second day’s trekking was awesome. I just can’t describe. The food was great, which was enjoyed by Sohan and Abhinav a lot.

Now, lets keep everything aside, the best part is I got to know the love story of Kishore, which was heart touching. He was in a crisis that moment; that woman being married to some idiot and Kishore not having a proper job to get her father in terms and all. Everyone on both the sides were happy for the pair, except for the girl’s father; that was a personal one. Haughty Kishore once insulted him in his village, uff, Karma! I don’t know what’s happening now, I should get to know what’s happening. But a thing to remember, Kishore was the baddest ass on the camp fire night. He was The Mass Maharaj! “Saara Saramma Saara!” Haha!

It was a great feeling to have motivational speeches, dance in a camp fire for shitty DJ songs, to eat great food with students, to spend a night with them, to climb a mountain early in the morning and to make a great friend; Kishore. More than anything, being responsible for kids is a beautiful feeling. It felt like my life had a purpose for a couple of days.

The Unforgettable Children’s Day!

All the adjectives which will give the meaning “amazing” can fit here. This is the reason I am writing this series again. This event has changed so many things for me. This event has become a really important thing and I want to carry this for a really, really long time.

A grand event. A flash song cancelled. My song medley cancelled. Our Physical Comedy skit cancelled. Aham Theatres comes with Krishna Shukla and Krishna Prasad. No one in the world has expected them to become what they have become in our lives. Hm, Demi-Gods?

Rishita, Shreeya, Sri Priya, Radesh, Abhinav, Sohan, Rushita, Abishek and Keerthi, Sakshi, oh my god, I don’t think I will ever forget the five days we all, along with a twenty more students, spent in the activity room under the workshop of Krishnas. Of course, the four nights I and Usha Kiran spent with them is a different deal which has its affects for my life, but the play “Andheri Nagari,” has left  a never fading impression on my mind. Keerthi’s voice, Rishita’s dance, all these student’s stupid fights and I trying to sort them out innovatively. I should remmeebr how I told Rishita stupid stories of mine to divert her from being upset. I asked her too to share her stupid experiences, and she did, with a blooming smile. Sakshi’s confusion and her discouraged mood because of it, how I read “Broken Images” of Robert Graves to her, Keerthi’s over-confidence and how it helped her, Sri Priya’s humble being, Ratho’s diverted mind, Radesh’s spontaneity, Abhinav’s anger, Mounica’s zeal for happiness, Dakshayani’s inspired dance, and finally Shreeya’s disbelief in our play. never, nah, nah, never should I be forgetting.

The best moments would be I talking with Rishita and helping Radesh and Ratho with their dialogues. I helped composing the song and sang the opening chants of the play. But the unforgettable this is, singing with Sakshi, “Saaware ai jiyo Saaware,” and the four girls Rishita, Rushita, Dakshayani and Mounica dancing for it. It was like, Sakshi is a great singer and the collab between us was great.

The play was a huge success despite a few technical issues. Before leaving that night, we all had photos and great fun; a few were in tears; Sakshi was in tears even the next day in the class. But one thing no one knows was, after everyone left, I was alone in the activity room, sitting on the Cajon which I played for all the five days, missing them like hell. I still am not out of it. I still miss the five days, I still miss singing that song, but being a teacher, I know I shouldn’t be emotional at the children and that is why I am not showing anything out. The moment I saw Sakshi crying the next day in class, I know how hard it is for her to come out of it; it is hard even for me, she is juts a kid, hm, but a great singer, yes. I am sad, I am in grief that I can’t those days again, and I am a grief that the moment I stop wiring this post, that will be done. I hope I can watch it at least virtually one more time and savour it. Most importantly, the song out of everything. That song means a lot to me! Yes.

{About Krishnas, Usha has made the private video, that will save the memory for us and yes, we are not going to leave them ever. I think they have become a really important part in our lives.}

“Saware aai jaiyo saware,
Saware aai jaiyo saware
Ho jamuna kinare mora gav, mora gav
Jamuna kinare mora gav,
Mora gav, mora gav
Saware aai jaiyo saware
Saware aai jaiyo saware

Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli,
Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli
Braj ki hu main nar nawali,
Braj ki hu main nar nawali
Radha rangili mero naam,
Mero naam, radha rangili mero naam
Saware aai jaiyo saware,
Saware aai jaiyo saware”

Just Do Not Forget

All the Smiles and All the Cries!

. . . Cntd #5

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Mamta Indoria says:

    Sirrr its awesomeee its fantastico its just supercalifraglisticexpledotious I dont have words for this I just have tears in my eyes an unforgettable experience missed u alot sir the next day hoping that we will soon record a song together

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    1. I'm Indra says:

      What’s this? Haha. I just posted it and the next moment a comment? You’re sitting over the blog or something? Haha. Hm, yes. We shall sing again, for sure.

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