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Pakhi learns something new

The last part of the series..
Earlier parts:
Pakhi and her worries
Pakhi has a new classmate
Pakhi learns some facts
Pakhi has a moral dilemma

It was raining heavily. Pakhi was doing her homework. Her music teacher was away on a vacation, so she was tied up at homeNani was stitching something. Her son had recently been transferred to Ooty.The wet, cold climate of Ooty didn’t suit her knees and so she was staying at Pakhi’s.Pakhi finished her homework, surfed through the channels of the Television. Didn’t find anything interesting; so threw away the remote. Next she took a book to read, … Read More

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Pakhi has a moral dilemma

Pakhi and another episode of her life.

The earlier parts in this series
Pakhi and her worries
Pakhi has a new classmate
Pakhi learns some facts

It was a Thursday morning and the first class was science. Mrs. Singh came in and announced that there will be a surprise test and all the kids started murmuring ‘No, Miss’, ‘Please Miss’. 'Nothing doing, class, I want to see how much you have understood and how much revision you do at home. So please keep quiet and start your test’.Now Pakhi did not like science. And tests scared her. She often forgot what she had learnt by the mere mention of t … Read More

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Pakhi learns some facts

The third part in the Pakhi Series
Earlier parts
Pakhi and her worries
Pakhi has a new classmate

It was Monday evening and Pakhi was waiting for the singing class to begin when a chauffeur driven car stopped and a girl stepped out. Oh it’s Sheetal thought Pakhi. Sheetal was her classmate at school. Wearing a hep dress she stepped into the room and said “ Hi everybody I am Sheetal”. Pakhi tried to hide amongst the group of 6 but Sheetal had already seen her. “Hi Pakhi .You too come here. I met Aysha Dang the popstar the other day you know, an … Read More

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Pakhi has a new classmate

Presenting the second part in the Pakhi series

It was the first day of Standard 6 and Section B, Pakhi's section was buzzing. Pakhi sat content and smiling happy to be with her classmates again when there was a sudden hush and the Principal arrived along with their class teacher, Mrs Fernandes and a boy- a lanky boy with a lopsided grin."Good morning,class", she said."Good morning Madam", they chorused."Well we have with us Aditya a new entrant to our school. He is a special child of God so b … Read More

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Pakhi and her worries-Pakhis world revisited

Home Management, kids school, my own classes are keeping me so occupied that I am not able to draft anything. So today I bring to you Pakhi’s world. This had been my very first attempt at story telling. While importing from Blogger an error occured and all all the comments were left behind. So folks comments are very welcome :P.
This had been the first part of a five part series, so read on and live Pakhi’s world.

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Pakhi was playing with some pebbles, some make believe game. Humming a tune to herself, she was happy. Her Standard 5th exams were over and she had a break of 15days. Her nani had come down from Lucknow to be with her. Nani was fun. She allowed her to be herself not like her mummy and dada, who were always after her; do this, do that. She could sing, dance, play with pebbles, mud whatever she wished for, with her nani around.

It was good that her nani arrived, her mummy having started going to work recently. Because it had become very expensive for a single person to run a family-her father had said. She had not understood what he meant. But nowadays they did go out for dinners and were planning a vacation in the May Holidays which was fantastic. They had never been on a real vacation before, just the routine holidays to visit family.

It was good of nani to come over-she thought otherwise I would have been bundled off to Mamaji’s house or to some camp she shuddered at the thought. She hated crowded places.

‘Pakhi, Pakhiiiiiiiii’ her nani called. ‘Yes nani’, she replied and ran towards their home.

‘Phone for you, beta, your Principal’, her nani said.

O my God, Have I flunked, have I flunked for the first time, she thought.

“H..h.hello”, she said.

“Good Morning, Pakhi, do you know why I have called”, Madam said.

“No, Have I failed the exam”.

“Oh No no”, and Madam laughed a hearty laugh. “You remember the essay competition on My Dream for which you had sent an entry in February”.

“Yes” she mumbled

“Well you have won Second prize and the prize distribution is on April 5th in New Delhi. Pakhi are you there”

“yesss MMadam” she said.

Well I have to discuss it out with your parents, can you ask them to meet me tomorrow at 10.30 am at the school. And yes Congratulations , my dear.” and disconnected the line.

Pakhi sat quietly in shocked silence. “What happened, beta”, her nani said anticipating some bad news.

“Nani” she said,” I won an essay contest and the prize distribution is in Delhi”.

“That’s wonderful news, Pakhi, but why are you so confused”.

“dada wont like it nani”.

“Why?” Nani said.

“Because it will be expensive to go to Delhi”.

“Ha ha”, nani laughed,” but they will be so proud of you dear. Come lets call them up and inform”.

“No no let them come home and then I ‘ll tell them”. But she was not sure if her nani could keep a secret. So she said” say God promise I wont tell”

“Ok, God promise” her nani said,”I wont tell” but she was thoughtful.

The rest of the day Pakhi was worried, how their budget will be affected, will her father be upset, will mummy get leave. When she had been sick last month, Mummy’s boss had not given her leave. Will Boss Uncle give leave now, she thought and so on.

Evening her mummy arrived, and asked “how was the day, beta”. Good she muttered and went back to her painting. Father arrived”how is my sona”, he said. Fine she said.

Dinner time they all sat down to eat. “Why ma does she have a fever, why is she so quiet,” Mummy asked Nani

“Pakhi, that’s it. Are you telling them or should I”. Oh my God has she flunked, mummy thought. Oh my God she has broken something, her dada thought.

“Dada, Mummy I won an essay competition-second prize and the prize distribution is in New Delhi” she uttered and felt as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Oh my God, My god” both screamed in unison. “Such an honour and you are telling us now”.

“Well she was bothered that it will be expensive going to Delhi so was hesitant to tell you”, her nani explained.

“What” Her Dada said. “No darling, Nothing is expensive for you. Whatever we earn, whatever we save is for your future. Your happiness, your success is of the utmost importance, baccha, no thing else matters. And he came and hugged her tightly. Mummy came too and enveloped both of them

And everything was fine in Pakhis world again.

Pakhi learns something new

It was raining heavily. Pakhi was doing her homework. Her music teacher was away on a vacation, so she was tied up at home

Nani was stitching something. Her son had recently been transferred to Ooty.The wet, cold climate of Ooty didn’t suit her knees and so she was staying at Pakhi’s.

Pakhi finished her homework, surfed through the channels of the Television. Didn’t find anything interesting; so threw away the remote. Next she took a book to read, didn’t find it interesting either, so threw it off. Nani was watching all this in her usual unobtrusive way with her specs hanging over her nose. ‘What’s the matter, Pakhi‘- she asked.

‘I am bored, nani. This rain doesn’t allow me to play outside and there is nothing interesting on TV.’ she replied.

‘Nothing to read either?’, asked nani.

‘I have already read this book twice. Can’t go to the library to get a new one issued’, said she.

Hmm’, replied nani. Being an only child had its problems. Two kids can invent games and generally be busy with themselves, but how do you keep an only child busy?

Pakhi why don’t you learn embroidery?’ Nani had a brainwave.

‘Embroidery Nani? But that’s so down-market!’, Said Pakhi.

‘Down-market!! ‘,exclaimed nani.

‘Meaning its not the IN thing.’

‘IN thing’ said and exasperated Nani.

‘Who learns embroidery and all when you get readymade stuff Nani’

Hmm’ said Nani, ‘whats wrong in learning something new if it helps you be self reliant? Your Ankita didi has learnt stitching, knitting etc along with her studies’ , said Nani.

That got Pakhi interested. Ankita her cousin was her role model. She was doing her MBBS and was an all-rounder.

‘And all these designers-JJVAlaya, Sabyasachi Mukherjee who use such beautiful embroidery in their creations must have learnt a little bit of embroidery themselves, isn’t it? And think about the dresses you can beautify with your own hands and the adulation you can receive from your friends.’ Now the adulation part got Pakhi really hooked.

‘But Nani this looks difficult, will I be able to do all this.’ Pakhi remarked on seeing the intricate design that Nani was making on the pillow cover.

‘Of course you can. Lets start with some simple stitiches and see how you fair’, Nani said and picked up another piece of cloth.

Mummy came in an hour later to a silent home and busy hands.

Pakhi has a moral dilemma

It was a Thursday morning and the first class was science. Mrs. Singh came in and announced that there will be a surprise test and all the kids started murmuring ‘No, Miss’, ‘Please Miss’. ‘Nothing doing, class, I want to see how much you have understood and how much revision you do at home. So please keep quiet and start your test’.
Now Pakhi did not like science. And tests scared her. She often forgot what she had learnt by the mere mention of the word ‘Test’. So as soon as the test was announced she started perspiring.
The test was not that bad, she knew the answers to some questions, so she started to write down. But at that moment she saw Abhishek take out his notebook very quietly and copying answers. Pakhi was tempted. The image of her getting full marks in a surprise test and being praised lured her. And she too followed Abhishek’s path.

But she felt uncomfortable. She knew she had done wrong, but so what, at least she would get good marks.

Mrs. Bhogoliwal their Hindi teacher was on leave that day. So Principal madam took that class. All the kids just loved Principal Madam’s class. She would tell them nice stories. That day she again told Harishchandra’s story about following dharma and speaking the truth. She also cited Buddha and the eldest pandavaYudhisthir. How he stood firm on the right path. ‘Children as you grow up you will always find two paths for any decision you have to take. The easy one and the difficult one. The easy one may give you name, fame and money easily but it may not be the right path. You may have to cheat someone or in some ways be wrong to the society. The right path is usually difficult. You may not achieve success in the beginning but you should keep on striving. The success which you gain by following the right path will always stay with you. Like Harishchandra who faces a lot of difficulties but holds fast on to the path he has chosen. In the process he loses his son and his wife is sold as a maid. But still he strives on and in the end he regains everything he had lost.’
Now this was all a bit hard for the 10-11 year olds to understand but Pakhi understood. A little at least. She understood that by copying she might get good marks but in actuality she had not learnt anything. A test is given to see what a student has understood. And she felt ashamed of herself. She felt that she had failed her teachers and parents.

At home she was silent. She felt a peculiar knot in the stomach. Until finally she went into the kitchen to speak with mummy. When Aanchal was told this dilemma she felt nervous, how does one guide one’s own child on a moral issue? If only Rahul was here but he was way on a tour. “What Madam said is true dear. See you have copied in your exam, which was the easy way and you may be praised for getting good marks but was it correct? No. A test is given to check whether you have understood the subject. So what if you had attempted the test on your ability, got less marks, get scolded, but you could have revised the portions again. If you had not understood then you could have asked me or the teacher and we could have helped you. So what you did was wrong”. “So how do I correct it, Mummy “, asked Pakhi. “Go to your teacher and tell what you have done. She may scold you but what you have done is wrong so you will have to hear it out.”

Next day Pakhi went to Mrs. Singh and told her what she had done and stood with a bowed head. Initially Mrs. Singh did get angry but then it turned to admiration for the girl who could come forward and admit her mistake. “My dear girl, what you did was wrong but it is good that you admitted it. Never repeat this mistake. Revise daily what we have taught you at school and attempt the tests on your own. For now lets keep this a secret between you and me. I won’t check your test paper but some day I will give you a surprise test. Now off you go to your class” she said. And off Pakhi went with a big smile on her face.