Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Kanmani

Oh dear, Kanmani's little note in the last entry seems more dramatic than it really is. Worried people are now emailing me. I should have explained. He did not actually run away. He left school during the last period, which is math homework time. Our 200 children all do their math homework at school. Only little Kanmani can't manage it. I spent an hour searching for him, only to find him happily playing in the mango grove behind the school.

He's a Dennis the Menace figure, not meaning harm, but unable to avoid it. At every turn. Whether it's bringing a dead fish to class, chewing on safety pins, or swearing the American dollars I find in his pocket were lying "in the grass." But he's also Robin Hood, always sharing the proceeds of his plundered goods. Even I've benefitted a time or two.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

(Not quite) Wordless Wednesday on Thursday

I couldn't limit it to one picture this time:

This woman is a construction worker who came into school for water.


Maimonisha and Anitha


This year's new 10th standard, just five girls: Karpagavalli, Logeshwari, Soniya, Manodaya, and Megala.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

When the kids go marching in

Our students have been marching...and marching...and marching. What appears perfectly synchronized and rhythmic to me is to the PE teacher an undisciplined tangle of misguided steps and arms swung amiss.

We are preparing for August 15th, India's celebrated Independence Day. And this is how the kids spent last Saturday. They do this for hours on end, to the beat of a big drum.







And the man of the hour, "PT sir" himself. At least half of our kids aspire to be him when they grow up. How he is able to control the entire student body with a mere twitch of his mustache, I will never know. He is the only adult on campus whom all the students adore and for whom they behave as angels.

Uppu? Karam?



Alamelu had only two words for me when I handed her a piece of my hot pancake. "Uppu? Karam?" "Salt? Spice?" Meaning, how can you eat this insipid stuff?

Everything is spicy here. In a place where even babies are fed chili peppers, they know no other way. Hence my frustration when I ask someone to please make the food less spicy, or not spicy. I've learned the hard way that "no spice at all" does not mean to me what it does to them. Then again, one does get used to it, and one does lose a few taste buds along the way.