Protected: Looking Angry

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I Hate school

I think my bad days have started, I am enrolled to a school which i do not like. I like Blooming kids, not this. They make me change classes. I hate it. The discussion of not going to school starts in the evening for the next day. “naian dps poonilla” ..raga starts. Since from last 4 days they are telling some excuse and taking me to school. I want bindamma to come to my class which my teacher does not agree. Its really bad.

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43. First day of my School

Its Wednesday (9-Jun-2010) morning and Bindamma wakes me telling about going to school. I acutally had got adjusted playing with Ammama and Daddy and was not very keen to go to school. I was telling them that i dont want to , which made Bindamma nervous. Last night she gave all the instruction as to what to tell if i need to go to pee and how to wish the teacher ..stuff like that. I had worn the uniform for the purpose of taking a snap so i did not find wearing it today great. The new stuff on that day was the Reebok shoes, the card pinned to the shirt with my name and a school bag. I liked carrying it on my back. Bindamma did not give me milk to drink as she thought that i wont have breakfast. At amma’s house i was made to eat bread toast. Bidamma had got the camera mobile from acchan especially for this day so she could take snaps of me. Daddy did not want to join as they very well know that I will be a crankly kid if dad and acchan is around. So, it was only Bindamma who took me in the schooter to the school. Before I left Bindamma told me to take Daddy’s blessings, which i did by catching tightly to his feet, not knowing why i am doing it. School looked good. Bidamma could not come to my class, she had to wait in a room along with all the parents of kids who belong to my class. The teacher read out the my name from the card pinned to my shirt and took me along with her. I did not turn back to see bindamma, i know i will be out after some time. ……
After class I was taken where bindaama was waiting and i returned with the the schooter. She had lot of questions which i had no right answer. She knows that i always speak out if i feel like it.

PS: Kanna I want to write a lot about your first day, but i was not in your class to know more about it.

40. Communication

Here is a converstation between me and Ammama
Me: Ammama will be give me the small speakers that is placed on the wall
A: No, that is the good one, why do you need it ?
Me: Accha does not have one at home
A: Tell your Accha to buy one
Me: He does not have money. Could you give me the speaker as a gift!!!
A : Ha Ha Ha
Another conversation
D: B, speak with Kannan in english, he will learn to speak english fast. Tell V also to speak.
A: Will your Accha speak english, I dont think so
Me: Dont tell anything about my accha. ( it sounded like I was offended when they spoke about accha)
D: Hey be careful when speaking about Kannan Accha ok…ha ha ha

39. Induction Day at DPS

My first day at DPS is memorable, the main reason is I had a head to face hit with another guy who was also enjoying like me. It was his head to my face. I dont know what my parents were doing. They noticed that I was hurt only when I was crying loud. Bindamma was cursing that guy who she thought hit me. I came out with the acutal story only when I was relaxed at my Ammama’s house. I was showing in action how we two hit each other. My both hands streched at two ends collided to show that one was him and other was me. There were many parents with their children. Bindamma was grumbling when the program did not start on time. She is good in that. It started with a dance which I did not bother to see and two kids talked on the stage about their experience. Then we were told to check the board with the section and I belonged to I. There were 42 members in that class. I met my class teacher – Mala. The first statement she told me was that I had very good name. She told it twice. Bindaamma felt happy.

38. Weekend with Parents

My weekend with Accha and Amma was well spent. I went to Devagiri temple which had a complete new look. Bindamma supported me to make a craft in which there was a Sun, Tree and my Accent car. The next day she helped me to make a clock. She thought me to how to read the clock, i was not intrested.