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| In 1998, I attended a workshop for aspiring playwrights. For the presentation, we had to write part of a play script which we would later be completing. The part had to be a few minutes in length, with the expectation of a two-hour finished product. Simultaneously, there was an actors' workshop going on. The writers' group met Monday, Wednesday, Friday, the actors' group Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and everyone together (10 x 2 = 20 people) on Sunday. We had to submit our part-script, which was then read aloud in the writers' group. We had to choose someone else's script to direct, and direct the actors for the presentation. I chose to write about the plight of teachers. This came from seeing the low salary and prestige teachers got in my country, and was particularly sparked by an item I read in the newspaper about another country (not naming which one) paying its teachers in vodka and toilet paper instead of money. (Hey this was well before the pandemic, toilet paper wasn't currency then.) My script was titled 'Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar', which was a popular children's 'clapping' game. The next verse was "Who Stole the money from the treasury". It went on, in a series of nursery rhyme spin-offs, to Humpty Dumpty and the students falling down and getting irreparably broken. For the presentation, I worked out the nursery rhymes and spin-offs - leading to a dark, hopeless future for the education system. I really enjoyed the actors bringing it to life. The audience thought it had a great message and people waited for me to complete it, meaning write the parts in between - what happened to the teachers and the taught. I didn't get around to it because I simply couldn't figure out how to make the dialogues as interesting as the nursery rhyme spin offs had turned out. Everything seemed to be a let down. The workshop leader said it needed hard work and thinking - and truth be told, I was too lazy to put in that effort. in the meantime, something has happened. Something very nice. Teachers' salaries have gone up. They are treated with more respect than before. So the future doesn't look as bleak as I had seen it then. I don't need to give the message any more, and I'm glad of that. This, then, is the story of my unfinished writing project. (PS - I don't know the current status of the vodka and toilet paper country, in case you were wondering.  )426 WORDS |
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"Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Dead..." You've got it, youngsters. You decide what's the best day of your life. And then you hold on and don't let go. And -- it needn't be a dream It can be reality. Once you've decided that the best day of your life starts now and doesn't quit You change your outlook You change the way your brain is wired you change what the universe reflects back to you And you have the best day of your life looking back at you every day So yeah - awaken to it Awaken to the realisation that it's your choice, the best day of your life forever. |
"Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : BONUS Media Prompt
..." She says she wants presence, not presents On Christmas day and I must say I agree I miss my Dad and no 'thing' can make up his absence to me. Nowadays objects are important more for sentiment for the person who gifted them rather than what they are So I feel the presence through the presents 'coz the person has gone away so far. My aunt got me a gift from abroad She thought of me while travelling That gives me a warm fuzzy glow Her love for me her gift did bring The present holds the past and the future and the presence is priceless! |
| Listening to Louisa May Alcott's Jo's Boys! |
| Words: 287 The third-graders were seated in neat rows, looking up at me. Some of them grinned. Some looked curious. The Assistant Principal of the school and the English Teacher were quietly observing from a bench right at the back of the classroom. This was it. I'd been through the curriculum-vitae, the written test and the interview. Now I had to prove I could be a teacher - by actually teaching. I had forty minutes in which to really prove myself. Discipline and kindness, I reminded myself. “I’m only going to say this once.” I heard myself saying it and then finished with "You will each need a pencil and piece of paper." Immediately, three children raised their hands. "Yes?" I asked, nodding at one of them. "Did you say a pen or pencil?" "A pencil," I replied, turning to the other hand-raiser. "Did you say a notebook?" "I said a sheet of paper." The third kid spoke before I could look at him. "Are we working with our desk partners, or by ourselves?" "I said each - that means you'll work by yourselves." The Assistant Principal's hand was raised. Startled, I nodded at her. "You've already said it four times," she informed me with a smile. I gulped. Then I recovered and went on with 'The Night Before Christmas'.There wasn't time to read the whole thing, but I marked the verses I was going to read and I managed. By the end of the allotted time, three kids had read original poems - "The Night Before Diwali" "The Night Before Id" and "The Night Before Navroz." I was called to the Principal's office, where she greeted me with "I'm only going to say this once." And then, "Welcome to our staff." |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : 80's Media Prompt ..." The start of the video reminds me of Uptown Girl - Billy Joel. Does that 'date' me? Anyway, guy's got a megaphone and is protesting something. So yeah, one should speak up when one thinks that something needs to be said. I recall when I took to the streets for environmental issues. It's pathetic the way they cut down trees for 'progress'. Air quality is going down everywhere. Not much to say about this video!  |
Planning "Night Before Christmas" for next week's Library Activities Sessions!  |
| God's blessings are on us Right through the day All we need to do is recognise them Thank-you is what we need to say It's easy to take things for granted The big things and the small Until you see others crave what you have Deserve the gifts, or watch them fall Everyone - be thankful! "Note: 48-HOUR CHALLENGE : BONUS Media Prompt ..." |
| Went to school, then to visit Sandhya on her birthday (ate 2 samosas and a small piece of cake) and went back to 100 Hands where I bought some bookmarks, coasters, a planner and a magnetic blue owl. |
Had a lovely day. Went to the GPO to hand in my contest entry, and collect today's special post mark. Then went to the handicrafts fair by 100 Hands. Bought a lot of stuff - glass animals, earrings, food ... Ate a sev puri there and packed an onion paratha. Went to Divya's place to gift the Ganesha I'd got for her, met Amisha there. All in all a lovely day. |
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