Monday Morning Melodrama

Monday morning melodrama.school". "But when? How and her bag?" asked
Venue - Gurukripa, II phase, J.P.Nagar, Bangalore.shocked I, and my eyes involuntarily turned to
The howling was relentless and showed no sign ofthe corner where the bag was thrown by the
losing its momentum. The girl's face was twitchedyoung rebel and noticed its absence.
with agony and despair caused by multitude ofThe kind eyes studied my bewilderment for a
inexplicable melodies...stomachache being onewhile and then slowly he replied; "She was in the
among them. The milk that was forced inside wasschool at the dot of the bell and I had carried her
thrown out promptly with equal force. Thebag while going to the mini forest".
pinafore, crisp with the touch of iron a fewSuddenly, I recalled that her nondescript school
minutes ago, now adorned the girl in a crumpledwas just at the other end of the mini forest- a
heap. The canvas shoes had already become wetstretch of land on each side of the road with
and dirty with so much of kicking and stompingtender trees and wild growth thoughtfully left
and the disowned school bag lay pitiably in anuntouched by Bangalore Municipal Corporation. As I
undesirable corner of the verandah.stood there motionless and digested the
So, you have guessed correctly. It was MMSS-information, the chain of events flashed before
Monday Morning School Syndrome.me vividly:
I stood helpless and defeated watching my...after their hunt for mushrooms and snails, he
resolute agenda of sending the girl to schoolwas at the right place at the right time-the school
crashing down and was making a last ditch effortgate and the school bell..., the sound of laughter,
to extract a promise from the girl that she wouldrush, eagerness on those lively faces..., the inviting
write the alphabets during the day. It was thencries and the stretched hands..., and how my
that the old man, who was a silent and bemuseddaughter must have just given in, and her
witness to the whole hangama, suddenlyresistance melting away..., grabbing the bag
proclaimed; "So Sangu, no school. That is it. Thenunconsciously from those old hands, must have
why cannot we have a walk in the mini forest?disappeared in to that gay abundance, and how
After yesterday night's rains, I am sure, we willthe old man must have lingered there for a while
have more of mushrooms and snails today."with an invisible tear in his eyes and then slowly
Lo, the change of scenario, the tear stained faceturned his back to the bliss of childhood.
at once lit up and the duo set on their journey ofMy father-in - law is no more. The reluctant pupil
exploration with out heading my protestation foris now thousands of miles away in one of the
such over indulgent behavior.best universities and I am -the super mom- a
It was couple of hours later that I became awareteacher educator.
of the presence of the father -figure back in theHowever, the small drama of that Monday morn
verandah, reclining on the easy chair withremains the best lesson I ever had in
newspaper in hand and stammered;child-psychology.
"Where is Sangu?" Came the easy reply; "In the