No, This is not a post about the kind of school I am looking for Sanah.
This is about the parallel schooling we intend to foist on her.And I dont think she will be complaining.
When I was growing up my parents pretty much let me spend time with their friends during vacations. Each one twisted my head around ever so nicely:
The socialist engineer who supplied me with a steady stream of Russian story books.
The NID weaving student who made me sit next to her loom for hours on end.
The IIM phd student who would take me to their four storey high library and find me story books i.e. unabridged Shakespeare! I kept asking him if these were written in english, I was less than nine.
The animal loving, landscaping genius, seamstress. She helped me draw each and every invitation card for one birthday party. She usually had a rescued baby squirrel peeping out of her shirt, a tortoise nibbling at her toes, and bagful of tatters to fashion into a flower, a dress or anything I fancied.
This was my parallel school.
And then my parents wondered why I did not want to become an engineer or a management consultant!No, not a banker, not a doctor, no, no...nothing that the cousins and normal people were doing.
And if there is one thing I am pleased about it is that we can provide a spectrum of mad people to turn our little girl's head around.
Filmmakers ( all kinds here), Anthropologists, Sound designers, Poets, Writers, Historians( and here you can take a pick -social historians, gender, labour, contemporary, medieval , even ancient),activist, graphic novelist who is also an architect and anthropologist, architects who are also film reviewers, theatre persons, artists, sociologists who are also carpenters, organic farmers who build their own houses, the list is long.... but today, and thats the reason for this long and winding post, I have a mail from a friend whom I had lost contact with, and she is, hold your breath, no, really you have to literally hold your breath here, a Deep Sea Archeologist!
Need to pencil in diving gear to be rented for atleast one vacation in the next ten years!
Oh, a special mention needs to made of the friend who began the pink chaddi campaign. There is major excitement in the house about making a packet of pink chaddis to be sent to those uncles who beat up the young girls in a pub. Thank you pink chaddi activist, you have coloured her idea of valentine's day perfectly!