Dreams of my teacher !

After a long tired day, the bed was inviting enough for a short nap. The TV with some news was on.

But, I went in for a ‘power nap’. Where i tend to sleep like a log. For 15 minutes. Today, i have a dream. Perhaps it would be far more stately to say, ‘I too have a dream’.

And in it, is Ms. Rozario. A Nursery school teacher from my school days. There she is. Bright. Beautiful. And very much the ‘Anglo Indian Miss’ of the olden days. With a gown, cut hair and an Anglo-Indian accent. She waltzes as she sings nursery rhymes.

But surprise. Surprise. In front of her, today are Television reporters. Each with microphone, camera, OB vans and a placard saying ‘Breaking News’ held aloft. Permanently.

Today, all reporters like dutiful children sucking a TRP laden lollipop, sing rhymes. In good chorus.

They all sing.

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”


They stop. And the natural instinct for the reporters emerges. And out come the questions : “Who are you referring to ? Is it this the new Chief Minister ? What was this Christmas Pie ? Which corner was he sitting in ? Why do you call him ‘little’ ? Is Jack Horner his operative name… ?

Ms. Rozario, with all dismissive earnestness begins another nursery rhyme. All reporters with cameras rolling, are in tow. As she leads the group, they all sing.

I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout

When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout:
Tip me over
and pour me out!

[Laughter]. [Applause].

‘Ma’am, ma’am’ they all shout, ‘is this Mr..’ I cant hear the name, for Ms. Rozario has already begun the next rhyme.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

‘Ma’am, is this about the other chap who quit blaming his conscience ? Or was it the chap who sent in his resignation, just in case….?’

The brave bold woman she is, she keeps on with it. ‘Quiet. Quiet’. She says.

With a wave of a hand and a dance of an expert, she continues with her rhyme ! Almost immediately, all reporters start singing rhymes into their microphone. Mesmarisingly easy. [She beats the Director General of the National Security Guard, hands down…]

They sing.

Baa, baa black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full.

One for my master
And one for my dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

She stops. And commotion reigns supreme. Each reporter climbs over one another. Almost immediately i realise all channels are running ‘Breaking News’ scrolls !

“Ma’am, whats in those bags ? And three of them ? Who is the master ? And that little boy..and the dame…in that lane…? You surely are not referring to..?

I woke up at that exact moment. So. Who the reporters had in mind, i leave to my conjecture. I will have to leave it at that.

Customary Disclaimer : All characters in this dream are fictitious. Any resemblance to any character, alive or dead, in power or otherwise, are purely imaginary and coincidental.

Save, Ms. Rozario. And of course, the nursery rhymes.

11 thoughts on “Dreams of my teacher !

  1. LOL… You have some way of expressing your self!

  2. Braja says:

    Oh…wait. Got it. Duh. lol

  3. Good one, I liked the way you write.

    One change is suggested: The disclaimer should be re-written as ‘ Any resemblance of characters to living or dead persons is intentional.’

  4. Jeevan says:

    Commonly media is get into condemnatory within people after the terror strike, what they do are racing in people suffer. Its dream comes from ur deep mind, and thanks for remaining those rhymes.

  5. Nachi says:

    Nice one here mate!

    …and yeah, the advantages of being a ghost are indeed overwhelming! especially if you have a wicked sense of humor and an active conscience…


  6. nsiyer says:

    Kavi, with every blog, you continue to amaze.Reflects both the seriousness and lightness of any current situation.
    Your dreams and current reality, both, need a ‘thumbs up’.
    Wow is the word.


  7. Niru says:

    Just cannot stop laughing! Wow!

  8. Kavi says:

    Babu : Thank You !! 🙂

    Braja : Genetics and Bangalore. And me being tech savvy !! 🙂 !!

    I wouldnt have gone past the start line if not for the ‘Help’ menu !


    Sir : Thank you !! Well, the change suggested indeed makes it valid ! I must say, that this post started with writing limericks. and you know who started that !!

    Hobo : Thank you !

    Jeevan : Thank You !

    Nachi : Thank You ! And is see the point. ‘wicked sense of humor and an active conscience’ Whoa !!

    Iyer : Sir ! I am doing what i possibly can, and with words of encouragement from people like you, please be warned, that i will do more of these !!


    Thank you !!

    Priya : Thank you !

    Niru : Just doing the odd thing to stay even Niru ! Thank You !

  9. cris says:

    Did you really have that dream? I wish my dreams were that creative! I will let it pass that it was another attack on journalists, cause it was exceedingly funny! LOL!!!

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