An eleven year old dialectician...

16/6/2009, Tuesday...

There was an eleven year old boy who loved playing football.When he was in class 8th, his school, introduced SUPW('Socially Useful Productive Work..!') classes. The classes were scheduled to be held on Fridays in the last two periods. The students could 've chosen from various options like creative writing, dramatization, gardening, and some computer based activities, etc, etc...

When the options were provided to the students, the students, based on different schools of thought, could 've been easily divided into the following three categories : the studious types (mostly opted for the computer based 'SUPW') , the 'creative' types (opting for creative writing, dramatization, etc.) and those who were not interested in any of these, chose the class whose teacher incharge was the lenient of all(this happened to be the gardening class). The students were told to go to the respective teacher incharge of the activity and register themselves for the same. So, based on these laic classifications, the SUPW classes were enrolled for by the laity.

But there was this eleven year old kid who thought a bit otherwise, and what he did, is what really is, creativity(atleast for an 11 year old..). He didn't register his name in any of the activities and on fridays he used to go to the ground to play football.

This clandestine act continued for the entire year. But at the end of the year, when it was time to award grades to the students the boy was caught and paraded before the headmaster and when the headmaster and the other teachers came to know, they looked at the boy in a gobsmacked way that had the potential of becoming 'the look' of the next fashion season..!

They collectively reprimanded the boy and 'awarded' him an 'E' grade which meant that he just about managed to pass. As the teachers told him to leave the room after making him apologize and taking his signature on an undertaking they started talking about the clairvoyance and the creativity that this eleven year old possessed. The boy while leaving the room and while casting a few aspersions upon the teachers was very satisfied and very happy with what he had done.

Well Done Son...!!

I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...

:)