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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-May-04 07:17 PM
" Two same sized equilateral triangles when joined together by their sides, make a rhombus" I concluded my Geometry lesson to a 5 year old student of mine. Amazingly, this little one had the capacity to transit from the concrete to the abstract with relative ease. With a smile, Jimmy put away the sensorial manipulatives while I glanced up and scanned the class room. Good, not a sign of chaos yet, despite the rising, stuffy heat in the AC less classroom!
It was then, I noticed the two visitors seated at an obscure corner scribbling furiously on their leatherbound notepads. Damn! I remembered they were county executives from Dept. of Education inspecting our school for future allocation of grant money. I had been warned they would be trampling all over school grounds scrutinizing, analyzing and scribbling on their little black books; they happened to pick my class! Not today! Pls, not today, I thought. The children had been as capricious as the weather lately; vacilating from zombie-like stupor to hyperactivity. I didn't blame them; the room temperature sometimes reached 95% while the pollen allergy exacerbated their general irritation.
Quietly, I watched a small group of children working on the decimal system while another group read from a chapter book. Yes, they did look peaceful. But, not for too long...
I felt a tug at my skirt and I looked down at little Mike who was attempting to whisper, "Mm- Mmm- Ms. S-S-Ss- Si-sitaaara, a- a- a- .... b-b-bu-u-ug!!!!!" . Before I could figure out what Mike was saying, another voice piped up "Ms. Sitara!!!!! There's a bug flying in the class!!!!". And then, of course little Mr. Chaos himself Jimmy reported, "THE BUG HAS A NEEDLE IN HIS BUTT!!!!!"
Sure enough, a wayward wasp had zoomed into the classroom through an open window, most probably seeking respite from the heat outside. The searing temperature inside halted it in mid-flight and then, as if navigated by unseen radars of a stealthbomber, it zigzagged and hovered over the children's head. Damn! Damn! and Double damn! The last thing I needed that day: I had visions of myself running around with a broom, swatting at the air; not very dignified, being written up in such a scenario!!!!!!! What about The GRANT!!!!!!!
Before the panic-stricken children dived for cover, I put up my fingers in a "PEACE sign", my last resort. The children *usually* respond by raising their fingers in a "PEACE sign" while not moving or speaking. The stupified students responded! the class suddenly froze AND the wasp made a beeline for me!!!!!!!!
There I was standing in the middle of the class, two fingers up in a "V" and eyes shut tight while the wasp decided to get entangled in my hair! "Good grief! I'm about to scream, I am being written up!!" Quelling my urge to scream, I opened my eyes and saw the class about to bolt for the door; just barely hanging by the "Peace Sign"!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...............
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| Prem Charo |
Posted
on 26-May-04 07:41 PM
I am waiting for more !!
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| Badmash |
Posted
on 26-May-04 08:25 PM
I was thinkinig one of those sacadas creature. (or cacaidas or sacaidas..however the heck it is spelled). They do bump into your windshield pretty good all along the beltway, don't they? Had enough of this silly bug. It must have chased the hell out of a wasp all the way to a classroom. Give the poor bug an asylum for god's sake, will you sitara?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-May-04 08:40 PM
------------------ The angry buzzzzzzzzz somewhere near my ear prompted me into action; taking a deep breath, I walked toward the door and the light switches. With one hard swipe of my palm, I plunged the room into utter darkness, except for the slits of light coming from the window. "Ohhhhh!" cried the children while the visitors froze in mid sentence and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I prayed, expecting my hunch to come true. It did, the buzzing stopped for a moment and with a revving "zzzzzzzzzzzzz........", the wasp ziggedzagged toward the light coming from the window. It had read my mind!
Whew!!! The lights were turned on and I hastily lined the children for recess. The visitors, I totally ignored and left them to their own devices. I was just glad to be out of their scrutiny!
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Later that day, the head of the Special Ed. dept beckoned me into her room and placed a folder (typed neatly with a "Mike" across it) on my lap. With a jolt, I recalled little Mike, tugging at my skirt stammering to warn me about the wasp. Mike has a speech impediment and after 2.5 years of trying to coax the parents, he had finally been tested by the county early childhood program. It was his test report in the folder. Hesitantly, I opened the file and scanned the documents with a sinking heart. Mike, a 5 year old tested at a delay of 2 years in cognitive skills, speech/verbal skills and analytical skills!(What do people really know about the "learning curve", I muse!...inside his 5 year old body was a little 3 year old, still trying to develop at a toddler's pace). The Special Ed. head nodded and said, "he will be moved to a different school which offers specialized services. It has been decided". I nodded. "What about his twin brother; he has the same challenges?!", I asked. "Well, unfortunately, since the brother was not tested, he will remain here!" she stated. "Look, there's nothing you can do about this; the twin has no paper trail, hence, no problems!". I shook my head in shock!!! The twin was falling through the cracks!' She was right, I had no say in this matter!
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That evening seemed long in coming. Friday, though it was, I preferred to be alone with my thoughts; so, I cancelled my outing for the evening. The sky seemed to reflect my overcast mind as stormy clouds gathered into an apocalyptic mood; pregnant with ominous thoughts of apprehension, exhaustion and sheer frustration. Then lightning struck hard shattering the night skies into brilliant shards of eggshell cracks! And, the rains came pouring down, deafening, unrelenting and unforgiving! I watched the Tao of nature, fascinated by such play of beauty in the violent gale; a smothered rage, stifled by quaking trees and a roaring manmade lake with honking geese running for shelter.
Then I heard it: The beautiful song of the nightingale competing with the raging wind; complex in its composition and relentless in its pursuit to overcome the deafening roar of the thunder. As I strained to hear its rich, throaty calls, I recalled Keat's "Ode to a Nightingale"; a paradoxical state of excruciating pleasure. Perhaps, just perhaps, little Mike will oneday sing with such pure, untainted joy; free from all speech impediments. Yes, such faith, re-composed, re-worded and reiterated by the oblivious nightingale!!!
THE END
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| kevin_np |
Posted
on 26-May-04 08:45 PM
tell me about cicade along the beltway i have three bugs crashed on mah windshield if they can;t fly why they want to fly in highway myan this is terrible and their noise too
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| Rosie |
Posted
on 27-May-04 09:12 AM
"I watched the Tao of nature, fascinated by such play of beauty in the violent gale"
That was deep.
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| john doe |
Posted
on 27-May-04 09:23 AM
Brilliant, as always!
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| smiling_hurt |
Posted
on 27-May-04 01:58 PM
malai ta fucche ko photo po ekdam man paryoo yaar ko ho yo ?? mero bhai jasto :)
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| confused |
Posted
on 27-May-04 02:05 PM
harip story sitara!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-May-04 02:57 PM
Prem Charo,
What a splendid picture! Such bright eyes, and a brilliant smile to match the innocence of the little one! Thanks.
Badmash, thanks for reading the little anecdote. The children have no fear of the cicadas; infact, we had already done extensive research on the bug before their appearance; it's always the wasps they fear.
Rosie, you dived straight into the heart of the anecdote. :)
John Doe and Confused,
Thank you for taking the time to read; I truly appreciate it. Just some entangled thoughts being de-tangled at the expense of Sajha readers, as always! :)
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 27-May-04 07:00 PM
Sitala dyu, needless to say "twinkle twinkle little star" ;), always brilliant, and as bright as the star.
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| Badmash |
Posted
on 27-May-04 07:12 PM
..and how I wonder WHO you are..
when I'm smoked up and so high
like a falling rock in the sky
:)
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| ssNY |
Posted
on 28-May-04 07:02 AM
"Perhaps, just perhaps, little Mike will oneday sing with such pure, untainted joy; free from all speech impediments." - With all the shortcomings Mike has, he's a lucky one for getting a chance to remedy his problems. There are many more that fall through the cracks - that's only in the developed Westrern counrtires, but there are many more who never get a chance to even find out if what they have is a problem that can be cured at all, in other countries.
Wonderful piece indeed, Mm- Mmm- Ms. S-S-Ss- Si-sitaaara, a- a- a- ....
A question though. Is the classroom where you teach 5 year olds so dark that you need the lights on during the day? Surely you're not in a basement, are you?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 02-Jun-04 08:08 AM
Hey hey Soleil: No twinkling stars hajur; you are the one hanging around WITH the performing stars/artists of DC night~! ;)
ssNY ji:
And how true your observations about unfortunate children of the "third world". However, I find it difficult to discriminate between children of the "first world" and the "third world";any child with a speech problem faces similar set of life challenges, regardless of nationality.
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| deep |
Posted
on 02-Jun-04 08:43 AM
Afule ta dherai pachhi Sitarajiko subashit bhab.badh.dha lekhma afailai dubayera dhanya bhaiyo. Jaya hos, Sitara ji ko.
Keats to nirashabata janmine aashama samarpit:-
Najiskau yo man lai aaja
Thakeko chha sapanako bojhle
Euta arko sapana tara bundai chhu
Feri timro ra mero asamanjasya maajha. -Deep
".....
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. "
[From Ode to Nightingale, John Keats (1795-1817).
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. -Keats.
However, forever joy is a myth. - Deep.
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| Ashley |
Posted
on 02-Jun-04 06:13 PM
Simply outstanding Sitara! I revere it when people do up writers and tell them to post a fic like this, and put away a title of their fic for appraisal of their 'greatness', it always triggers off playwright. Anyway, as I was saying, I had been a choir in humming the nightingale song when I was kid. I'm an alto, yet I could alter my voice to a soprano if the group ever become in need of one ;)
Gaah! I'm wandering off the point, and I still have whole lotta things to work on.
Adios! ( before someone from NYC comes up with bombastic theme;)
Ashley!
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| Sonika_NY |
Posted
on 02-Jun-04 06:46 PM
Ashley first of all get life. Yes I live in NY , I drive Porsche, I have good looking stud, I work in one of the biggest company, my room is in 55 th floor. Burn with jealousy now. I bet you live in small nigger's town, work in gas station and drive 84 Ford. Then, come here write stories with heavy heavy bombastic word and try to search life mate. Like a lesbo. Get Life.
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The story is shit as hell. bombasting.
Peace Out.
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| redstone |
Posted
on 02-Jun-04 09:48 PM
can't say anything more than what a sad life you got sonika! must be so depressing, that you pour out your feelings here in anger!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 10:26 AM
Wah wah! Deep ji, "Nightingale's" Nepali translation evokes the same paradoxical emotions! How do you do that?
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever. -Keats.
However, forever joy is a myth. - Deep. "
If "forever joy"= peace of mind
then "forever joy" is NOT a myth! ;)
Ashley:
You are kind in your praise! So, we have a "bOOmbastic" singer in our midst? :)
I see "ole faithfully rabid" is back! :)
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| Deep |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 10:42 AM
If "forever joy"= peace of mind
then "forever joy" is NOT a myth! ;)
In this case, "peace of mind" becomes the myth.
(afno anubhavma bhaneko).
Tara je bhe pani tyo muskaudai jimkyayeko emoticon le bhane khutrukkai paryo.
; )
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| Deep |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 11:08 AM
Jhummine jhummidaichhan
Ghaiteharu antyasamma jujhdai
Ghari ghari batti bichalit bhaye jhai ni dekhchhu
Khai aasha ho wa samarpan aruko ma kasari bhanu
Afno ta Jindagi bityo yahi swapnamahal banaudaima
Aaja swayam yahi mahal bhitra eklai
Najarband euta kunama bhayeko chhu-saanjh ma.
-Deep (6/3/04-2:01 PM)
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...
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried -`La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
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And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
[La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Keats, 1795-1821) ]
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| Sonika_NY |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 05:44 PM
Who you are calling rabid shit-ara. I can sue you on this understand? because I was raised here and born here and I know the rules. Get life both you and ashlye. If I don't like your boring story, I have freeedom to say it. Don't try to be bossy here.
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Again, The story is piece of shit
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| Sonika_NY |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 05:48 PM
red stone I have wonderful life and every thing that you always dream of. born with jealousy, while I will move on. Duh
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| Badmash |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 08:15 PM
Tell it as it is!
Go Sonika, you my kinda girl :)
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| aayush |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 08:32 PM
So far i have been a silent reader of sajha, that makes me pretty new when i am actually replying to this thread but the way i have been surfing this site makes me an old visitor...
anyway, the reason for me to change my mind to actually jot down some line is " this most annoying brat Sonika_NY....Yup, you heard me!!! i don;t want to go back to the past abt her thread war but wat is really confusing me is ( oh btw, this is for u Sonika_NY, gosh even writing ur name makes me sick....anywho...here it goes)
If you are so happy with ur life, achievement and your white friends and you consider urself to be one of them ( as being born and raised in US) then why the F** u keep on visiting this site.....you don't like low life, cheap nepalese ppl then wat r u looking for here in sajha?? you got no frens here beside ur dear ladybug sis and if you like her so much then i am sure you guys can bitch abt others through personal mails and calls...so pls give me one good reason that drives you towards sajha?? or you want to see how much you want to get humilated? coz' the way you have created the mess so far doesn't promise me any good words towards you. so WHY R U WASTING UR PRECIOUS TIME here instead of saving it for ur stud...unless u r bored with me already which wouldn't surprise me........and oh last but not the least, wat makes u think so high of urself? coz' u were born/raised here? wats a big deal abt it....u r 1 out of 1000 american born nepalese here so that doesn't make u any unique....and if u don't like nepali ppl who actaully landed here from Nepal, then why don't u go to ur parents and aks them their root? they must have worked hard to make ur life easier and raised u here so at least have some respect for them ...........every body starts from ground level and i am sure ur parents are no exceptional........so NOW U BETTER GET A LIFE ...confused brat and do everyone the favor and shut ur BIG MOUTH.......UNLESS YOU ARE NOT DONE WITH UR CHEAP ACT...then Be my GUEST.......keep making fool of urself u pathetic soul and i will JUST LAUGH AT YOU....coz' u derserve nothing more than that...........
I WILL GET MY LIFE NO DOUBT before you come back again with that fav. line ( its getting OLD, time for change...think abt something else)
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| aayush |
Posted
on 03-Jun-04 08:45 PM
unless u r bored with me
wat a typo.....ME = HIM
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 04-Jun-04 06:00 AM
Sonika, my faithfully rabid, or is it rabidly faithful???? Spends much time FAITHFULLY reading my stories! :) ~ SUE me baby, one more time!!!~~~ for I am flattered by your dedication!
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