ALL IS WELL
Classroom. 4 boys and a punjaabi teacher
Class is enjoying. They don’t want to attend the class so they prepare a plan to convince the teacher to cancel the class..
ST4: As we decided we will not let Mr. Singh attend the class today, agreed
All the students shouts ``agreed``
Teacher enters, class settles down. They stand up.
T: Piyaro, Good morning to all of you.
Students all at once:
- Good morning Mr. Singh.
T: Sit down , sit down.Its a balle balle day to come to school, don’t you agree? Open your books, pg 111
One child raises his hand
St1: I don’t agree with you Sir.
T: You don’t agree? What don’t you agree Gharpar.
(Children laughs, ST1 looks angrily around)
St1: Its Ghazanfar Sir, not Gharpar.
T: Ahu, Gharpar (more laughs)
T: That’s right Gharpar. You were telling me about your disagreement.
ST1 still annoyed takes a deep breath to calm himself and concentrate on the plan.
- I don’t agree with your assessment of the day Sir
- And why not
In a theatrical way –Because it’s raining and we can’t go out to play in recess. That’s the only time, we young minds, eager to learn, hopes of the future, can socialize properly which is very essential for our physical and emotional development.There fore, we cannot channel the extra energy youth produce in a constructive manners. Hence, with this extra energy still loaded in our shoulders, we start thinking about improper, even useless things which school strictly forbids us, of course for the betterment of ourselves. You see Sir now, that, this is not a day to come to school.
Teachers rubs his moustache thoughtfully,
-indeed, when you put it like this, it really doesn’t sound a balle balle day to come to school.
St 1 satisfied, sits down.
Teacher paces along the students one two rounds, rubs his big belly .
-Anyway, now that we are all here, we cannot do anything about it, can we?. So, open the books pg 111.
St2 raises his hand.
- Yes putter.You have anything else to say.
ST2: Actually our friend………… forgot one more thing to say.
T: Really? What is that?
ST2: Its raining so we are all gloomy and distracted. We all are remembering punjaab, the valleys, the flowers, the smell of the flowers ( his face takes a melancholic expression , as the teacher also gets gloomy)
Teacher here says- ooy oyy ki yaad kara dita ay?
Student continues like teacher never ever made a sound with same melancholy
ST2 :I can hear the sound of rain drops on the roofs of the houses( he put his hand on his ear like he actually hears it, teacher does the same), I can see mothers braiding their daughters hairs( he does the braiding impressions with his hands, same does the teacher), (his voice get louder) I can feel the heart of punjaab calling me,. PUTTERIIIII, PUTTERRIIIIII ( his hands are outstretched like he is about to answer the call, same does the teacher)
At this time, there are real tears in the teacher eyes, the student also acts like he is wiping his fake tears.
T: oooooyy Putter, putter, how true you speak..
He goes and hugs ST2 to consolidate.
-ALL IS WELL PUTTER, ALL IS WELL..
St 2 finally soothed ,leaves the embrace, he looks to his teacher like they undergo a great misery together.
ST2: ALL IS WELL SIR
They smile to each other. He sits down. Students for sure now, there will be no class.
Teacher wipes his tears.
-as long as we share the same heart we will live in punjaab regardless where we reside.
Childrens are not happy with their turtle speed progress, talks to each other.
T: come on now.Be quiet.Open your books, pg 111
ST1 elbow the ST3 to do something.ST3 raises his hand.
T: OOOy, this morning for a gloomy lot,you all seem a lot to say.Ahu putter.Speak up.
ST3 first look to his right then to his left as if asking what to do. When no one signals anything, he thinks and acts like he has a heart attack.
ST3 : I feel pain…he grumbles by holding his heart.
T: oooyy oyyss..ki ho ya?( uses endearments)What happened? Lay him down, lay him down quick…
ST1: I think he is having a heart attack
ST2; I think he stopped breathing
ST4: I think he is turning to blue
Teacher try to calm himself and the students.
- No panic, no panic. Your teacher is first-aid certified. I know CPR, move a side , move a side.(As children open space to him, he keeps on talking) how was it? Remember Singh, remember, first open air way.( opens air way)need give air fusion.
He comes close to boy to give air fusion, ST3 opens his eyes and shouts: I am awake. I am awake, no need any type of fusions
Teacher relieved but surprised:
-putter, are u ok, menu te tu mar deta sii…
ST3 looks his friends- There are some sacrificies I just cant do for a free hour.
T: What are you saying Putter.Are you ok?
St3; Sorry Sir.I am fine.I feel much better.Infact I feel so good that I can act like nothing has ever happened.
T:Ajjjib(Weird) putter, so fast recovery, never I have seen the likes of it.
He stands and goes back to his place.
Students are not happy with ST3
ST1: You couldn’t bear unconscious little longer complains angrily
ST3: I am sorry but it was my face he was bending over, my nose smelling his breath. No need for chloroform, get close to Mr. Singh for 5 Min.s and whaapoosh you are out.no sense for at least half and hour. Natural anaesthesia.
St2: Still we have 2 hours to go, we should find another excuse fast.
ST1: well, we tried logic, it didn’t work, we used emotions it didn’t work, we tried medical leave, and patient could not last more than 5 min.s I don’t know what else we can do
Students suddenly 4 of them looks expected.
ST3: Mr. Singh is punjabee
ST2:We forget the basic pujabee treat.
ST4: Of course..
ST4 brings a tape from the back.
ST4: Hey Mr. Singh, look what we bring for you
T: What is it putter
ST4 presses the music. Bhangrha start. All the student starts to dance..
Teacher also starts though he clearly tries to stops himself.its like e struggle.
T; Stop it, oooy, ooy I do love this singer a lot….but I cannot…I need to..dance..noo . noo ..i mean I need too do pg 111..oooy..its too good…I mean gloomy day…I should stop..ooyy..ooooy..i cant,i cant, I cant
Student all together
-ALL IS WELL SIR, ALL IS WELL
No more struggling, accepting the dance , mr. singh finally dances without hesitation
-ALL IS WELL PIYAROO, ALL IS WELL….
They all leave the stage by making bhangra…