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we caught a frog today.
the little fellow was labouring under some severe identity crisis. the boys found him in the class courtyard, trying to climb up the glass doors, all spread-eagled like spiderman or something. i am now convinced that that old dreaded word-problem from my school days, which went something like if a frog slides back 2 metres for every 3 metres it climbs up a pole (maybe it was not a frog after all. perhaps a monkey?) when will it be able to get out of a hole that is some umpteen metres deep? struck some text-book writer with a sadistic streak when he might have been watching some distant relative of our slimy friend go through a similar circus . anyway,
after getting a ringside view of the amphibian-acrobatics for a good 10 minutes of lunchtime, kalpit caught him/her, and instantly became a hero among the girls who did their bit by squealing most satisfactorily in the best tradition of heroines.

now we are faced with the necessity of having to go insect-hunting to feed him/her, everyday. zenith suggests that we go looking for cobwebs every morning, as they are sure to have some insects trapped in. not a bad idea, but noone seems to have any sympathy to spare for the poor spiders who are soon going to find themselves homeless -and, to add insult to injury- hungry as well! i didnt dare raise this question, coz i dont want my brains picked by demands to go cricket-harvesting, instead of cobweb-robbing. anyway, i hope poor froggy has not given up his soul in the plastic dabba that is his temporary home.

oh, and the paper-crane idea worked! and how!
we now are going to make as many paper cranes as we can, and send it all to the sadako shrine at the hiroshima peace park. the kids are a bit upset that they won't be able to manage a thousand cranes before august 6th, but are chipper about sending a package to japan. some of them are already working on the letter that they plan to send with the cranes.

me jane, you tarzan

i feel like yelling aloud the song 'the wind beneath my feet.....' from the rooftops at dandiya-time loudspeaker pitch. no such song? il just have to write it then.
here goes;

i float, and float and float away,
on a cloud to somewhere far away
the wind beneath my feeeeeeeeeeet.......yay!

everything looks shaky-shimmery
as if through a vaseline-coating...
terrible wish to go about gloating
the wind beneath my feeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.....yii!

not very poetic? so who said i was a poet?

weird happening number 9999

love letter couched in terms of spinoza and physics. what, in god's name is happening?

beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder (causing major eye-ache)

the class decided to have an origami workshop. they are to teach each other whatever items they know. so far, so good.
my death-wish leaped to the fore, and i offered to teach them how to make a paper crane. this met with unanimously approving noises, and i got all self-congratulatory thinking of what a master manipulator i am - the idea being, to trick the little dragons into getting interested in cranes, then in japan, and then to lead it to the hiroshima-nagasaki bombing and then on to a discussion on ww2.
i spent the entire evening learning to make the crane, and got frustrated to the point of wanting to personally shoot/poison/strangle/pan-fry all cranes in the world. i finally did master it - i am not called obsessive for nothing. i managed to finish making one crane, and rushed into class holding aloft the magenta masterpeice and yelled eureka fashion - look-at-this, look-at-this! what's this?
the answer? dinosaur!!!!

robert burns did get it right when he wrote - "The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley" in his ''to a mouse'.
in case anyone is interested in learning to make the crane, this is a good link http://monkey.org/~aidan/origami/crane

i used this, though.

writers' block? or am i just being a total blockhead? or is my life so non-happening that there is nothing to write about?