This slot was for the calcutta trip. I was prepared to write about the city's never ending hope. But writing cannot be planned, just like life. A lot of things happened in the mean time that compelled me to take a short break from my travelouge and note them down instead.
One afternoon, Bond, returned from school with a note that said,' Parents, please come to school and meet your ward, Soumya's Class teacher and Hindi teacher on the 6th of february between 7:00 am and 8:15 am. His progress in academics has been minimal throughout this year.' The note also said a lot of other things to soften the blow of the first line, but that I guess is irrelevant.
The regular followers of my blog, am sure, know by now that bond is my weakness. And am sure most of you also know that given two options, I usually take the most illogical and the most complicated one.. I dont know why, but that's how it is .
I sat down with the note, had a series of traumatic motion picture clippings run on east man colour in front of my eyes, showing mercilessly my poor boy's trauma on being singled out in a class full of bright kids. Steadying myself and my feet I went and had a glass of water. Also I mentally prepared my script to deal with the kid, who was innocently untying his shoe laces and giving me sidelong glances. Best not to say what those glances did to my heart. My mind was by this time reeling under the hostel departing scene from TZP.
Almost 15 mins had elapsed by this time, and I had not even broached the topic of the letter with the kid. So I eventually started..
Me: " Did the teacher say anything when she gave this letter to you?"
Bond(opening his shirt now): "Yeah, she said I will remain in class 2 while all my friends will move on to class 3"
Me(collapsing in a nearby chair): " Are you that bad?"
At this time I was trying my level best to garner some anger into my system, but that's all I could manage.."are you that bad?" I know its pathetic..
Bond:( On his way to the shower )" Are you going to tell dad, about the letter, or will you sign it yourself?"
Remembering for the first time in this series of events that I had just overlooked the fact that he has a dad, who needs to be informed about this and who will thankfully deal with this much better, I galloped to the phone and called the husband.
Me: " Bond got a letter from school saying he has not shown any progress in academics this year"
He: " hmm, okay"
Me: " We have to meet the teacher on the 6th of this month."
he: " okay, we will be there, anything else?"
Me : "Is that not enough?"
He: " okay, later"
Me:(under my breath): "life can't get worse!!" On turning my gaze from the phone towards the bath, I saw bond dancing under the shower and singing "all is well" accompanied by the now famous whistles, from the latest hindi flick! My thoughts dashed to Aamir khan..maybe I should have married that guy, he would have made a perfect dad!
Towelling the boy dry, and slowly coming out of my reverie, I once again attempted to gather from him, what exactly the note meant. He was vague, he was more interested in the menu for lunch, and a bit later on knowing, who would sign the note and who would meet the teacher?
Met the teacher today.. That's another post, coming soon your way! until then "All is well.. tweet tweet tweet" I guess.
