15th august, 2010

This year too, at nammashaale, we ended up celebrating the anniversary of Indian independence from the bdastardly British Raj.

There was a de riguer flag hoisting & unfurling, distribution of the (my) dear Kanti sweets, singing of some select patriohic songs in Hindi, Bangla & Kannada (yes, even the erdkinder, our dear (oh dear!) adolescents – sang too, okay, okay – they were only slightly offkey and all that, but then their spirit counts more than anything else, eh?).

a section of the gathering (thanks, Sanjay)

The highlight, in fact, highlights of the programme were two flag hoistings – one of the national flag and the other – that of the Bharath Scouts and Guides movement.

Yes. The scout and guides (actually for bulbuls (for the little girls) and cubs (for the little boys), right now) programme was formally launched at the school – under the able guidance of the ably trained  Sudha (bulbuls in-charge) and Vasu (cubs in-charge). It was a sight to see the children wearing the uniforms, strutting about like peacocks and going thru’ the motions, cheered on by some enthu parents!  (thank God, there were no offbeat drums and offkey trumpeting and marching-past and all that racket that usually accompanies formal celebrations like this)

an impromptu marchpast (Sanjay's handiwork)

And um, it is another story as to how, during the previous week of the run-up towards the inauguration/launch, the parents were endlessly harassed by the children (nono, not by the nammashaale school) about getting the darn (not darned) uniforms from Seshadripuram, which I think is near some war ravaged godforsaken battlezone  in Iraq. The only saving grace for me was the fact that, in Iran, there was this NavaKarnataka Booksellers and I could pickup some good ol’ Russian titles on science and yes, some nice novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky! Lovely.

Well, I actually used to think that these montessori children would not condescend to even think about wearing an uniform, leave alone actually getting down to wearing them – how silly of me!

I have since been thinking a lot about this puzzling thing & the future. And, you know how difficult it is for me to think… Now, after a whole lot of  such difficult cogitation, I have come to the conclusion that – defying all Darwinism, Genetics and all the other realms of science, eventually the bulbuls will become cows and the cubs would become bulls, not. Sorry.

the chubby and cherubic chief guest, driving by on Charles SUV (Thanks, Sanjay)

Thanks to young Sanjay Nambiar of FilmCamp.TV, we have a slew of photographs at: http://gallery.me.com/sanjay_nambiar#100232&bgcolor=black&view=carouseljs&sel=0

I think, young Vinod would also eventually upload his photographs to some suitable site and let us know the url. He was seen wildly clicking away to glory, along with a few others. Vinod?

Sanjay and Vinod are both nammashaale parents. (and NO! They are happily married – but NOT to each other, sorry to spoil your wildest dreams)

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