Market Snodsbury Grammar School...or something like it !

When i read "Brinkley Manor" by P.G.Wodehouse, i dismissed the terrorising thoughts that crossed Bertie Wooster's mind when he faced the prospect of addressing the Market Snodsbury Grammar school as an attempt by the author to exaggerate the situation in order to create a comic situation...but trust me when i say this....there can hardly be anything that can scramble your brains more, than the prospect of giving "Gyan" to a bunch of rowdy kids in the range of 2 to 15 years...with parents tagging along...with your own parents looking on....in MALAYALAM...on a topic that has been squeezed drier than Bihar's coffers by Lalu ..EDUCATION AND ITS IMPORTANCE...well i cant...and i went through it today

It all started with an innocuous invitation to a Kutumba Yogam( KY)..a family get together..a family branching from my great( to the power 9) grandfather...so you can imagine ..80% of the people had never even met each other....well...so..we get this invitation...and here i am .....bored to the core like never before in my life...and thereby ...the biggest mistake of my life....deciding to go for the KY...little did i know..i had just accepted the position of the proverbial " Bali ka bakraa" (BKB) at the said Yogam

The Yogam President ( my dad) and various committee members decide that its time to kick my ass...and hence this line in the programme for the day

3:45 pm-3:55 pm: Speech by Siby Mathew on Importance of Education and other related Blah Blah

I tossed and turned throughout the night, cold sweat on my forehead ...had innumerable fights with the President...threatened to impeach him and the other members of the committee....went on a non cooperation movement..but was ultimately carted away to the venue...

3:45 pm

ehhh..namaskaram...ehh....nyaan innu ninkalude mumbil Education..ummm...ee topic'ne importance ne kuricchu ...basically..umm...
....
umm...ahhh...
3:50
...umm...education...umm....blah blah...

3:55:
that's all i had to say..thank you all for your patience...

and i rush down the stage..some parents realise that i am no longer up there and there is a mild smattering of claps but more buzzing around the place regarding my identity and my pathetic Malayalam and how i could possibly qualify to speak about education when i couldn't even string two Malayalam words together coherently..


Hari oooooooooom