Monday, March 16, 2009

The Drawing Room Incident

When I was young and in School, we used to have a Art and Craft class taken by Mrs. Das. Mrs. Das had a very close resemblance to Usha Uthup (I like resemblances...).

Mrs. Das was a wonderful Art and Craft teacher, who gave us nice crafts to make.

Once she announced in class, "Boys, you will have to start collecting match-boxes from now on, because you will need them in a craft after the summer vacations. So you have 3 months in hand. Tell your mummy not to throw away the match-boxes..."

"... and I'm supposed to collect them. We are going to make a craft after summer", I told mummy. "I would be needing a saree-box too. And lots of coloured velvet-paper."

After summer I took the things to school. Ma'am Das showed us how to cover the match-boxes with velvet paper and make furniture for the drawing room. She also covered the saree-box with the velvet-paper to make the floor. Her Drawing-Room looked nice and good.

We did not do any thing in the class. We were to do that as a home task and bring it to her next week.

The day before we were supposed to show it in class(I was always the last-minute type), I went with Mummy and bought the things required. Lots of different coloured velvet paper and some adhesive.

Back home mummy was busy with dinner, so I had to do it myself. I wanted to do this all along but some help from mummy would have been appreciated. So I sat down with the things...

... it was 12 midnight, and all I had was a saree-box with lots of damaged velvet because it stuck with the adhesive to my fingers, damaged match-boxes with more damaged velvet and lots of adhesive here and there.

I started crying....

Papa came and told me to go to sleep and start afresh early next morning. Then he would help me. I did not want to sleep unfinished. After trying for sometime I gave in.

I had a silly dream, I don't remember what it was!

Next morning no one woke me up before time. I woke up late, and suddenly realised I had an unfinished craft. I could not go to school with an unfinished craft. I'd bunk. Say I was sick in the absent notice....

... I didn't want to miss school. I started crying again!

Mummy brought out something from the top of the cupboard. It was beautiful!

Mummy-Papa had stayed up all night and made it. It had a black and white chequered floor (they had cut black and white squares out of marble paper). It had a sofa set done in white with black rhombus cushions with cotton inside. It had a black and white centre table with a black and white TV on it.

The best part was that it had a Dendrite man, with a white shawl, sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

I was very happy. Mrs. Das said my craft was the best in class.

My Parents have always loved me. And I love them too! :)

12 comments:

roshansingh said...

wow :)

roshansingh said...

wow :)

kurchi said...

veryyyy sweet...

zahid said...

How sweet !!!

I bet you would have loved your parents repeat this in the Engineering drawing of 1st year.

รσυßнٱk said...

ohhhh cho chweet

Rangeen said...

That was amazing. That's the kind of love your parents have for you. Its only fitting that we should have the same for them too.. Nice post by the way.

somreeta said...

ollebaballe... cho chwweet...

viggy said...

maa-baap ke pyaar ki wajah se yeah itna bigad gaya hai

roshansingh said...

sahi hai! isliye itna PJ marta hai :P

Rahul Jha said...

Awesome.... by far the best blog article i have ever read.... really good, it's an article which brightened up my day...

anirban... said...

i feel sorry for not reading this earlier. neways better late than never ... beautiful!

actually these are simple tit bits that keep on reminding us about a sense of belonging.

Nitin said...

Good :)