Sunday 31 March 2013

Life in a boarding


Aditi is unable to connect to her mother on the phone. It’s her and the boarders’ phone call day. Every Thursday and Sunday the boarders’ of Gulmohar call their parents, 4 minutes on Thursdays and 8 minutes on Sundays. She (and K. Padmini, both from Gangtok) is the only one out of the 28 boarders who didn’t get the line. The rest all signed in the phone call register.

The SA 1 examination is going on. Hence, some of the girls study till late night while the others are fast asleep. Aditi too fell asleep thinking she would be unable to speak to her parents.

I get a call somewhere between 10:00-10:30 pm. Generally I don’t pick up calls from boarders parents after 9:30 pm. But today I did when the office phone buzzed and “Aditi’s Ma” appeared on the screen. I went to room no. 4B. Her bed is no. 3, in one corner facing the window (in Gulmohar we call it facing DPS Guwahati). She was fast asleep.

When the rouser call rings in the morning at 5:30 am almost everyone wakes up on time except Aditi. When I take a round to check if everyone is awake and brushed their teeth, she would still be sleeping. I would go to her bed and wake her up gently. Once I was in such a round and as expected she was fast asleep, all curled up in bed. “Wake up, Aditi. Wake up, Aditi”, I told her. She opened her little eyes. I sternly commanded her to get up from bed and go. She was still in a half-sleep-half-awake state when she replied “Go where, Ma’am?” It was for the PT/ Yoga classes I meant. Even though I acted as if I was angry with her for asking such a question when she ought to know her daily schedule followed in the hostel, deep inside I was not. Her question only made me smile from inside.

She spoke to her mother first and asked her why she didn’t keep the phone with her. She told her mother that her tuck was almost over and asked her to come from Imphal to Guwahati to meet her and bring her the special Maggie cooked by her mother. In the hostel, most of the boarders eat uncooked Maggie as they eat Wai-Wai ­- raw.
She asked her mother about her father’s health, if the lump in his face has subsided. In all her innocence she beseeched her mother to pray to the Almighty to cure her father. She was crying when she spoke those words. Hope the one above us sees her tears and listens to her prayer. She later spoke to her father in Hindi and asked him about his well-being. Her tears stopped immediately as she started the conversation with him, as if she didn’t wish him to know that she had cried a moment earlier. I could sense a grim in her face as she spoke to him. She asked her father to “kick that doctor”- the one who was treating him.

I must have waited for more than 4 minutes by her bed. Shabana, Aditi’s roommate got up from her bed and climbed on to Aditi’s bed when she became emotional. Krishna, her other roommate who was sleeping peacefully until then too woke up when she was on the phone. Donu Kena, her Arunachali roommate had just entered the room after studying in the study room when I was about to leave their room. I wished all the 4 roommates good night.
Aditi is a very sweet girl even though she doesn’t spend much time in studying. She was in Sanskriti- The Gurukul, Guwahati before joining Royal Global School, Guwahati. She was my nephew Jonathan’s classmate in her previous school. She is in grade VI A now and seems to know her lessons well since she had already studied in class IV and V in Sanskriti (under ICSE) what she is studying now in grade VI in RGS (under CBSE).

The next day she had her mathematics examination. I went to see if all the girls had assembled in the corridor of the hostel before going down for breakfast. She saw Ginima, the security personnel, making pleats in Ritika (the youngest boarder of Gulmohar) and Shabana’s hair. She too requested Ginima to pleat her hair. While I was watching Ginima arranging Aditi’s hair I saw that Aditi’s left hand had some cut marks. I asked her how she hurt herself. She narrated: “Ma’am, while I was taking out the paint bottles from the rack under the study table, I hand accidentally hit the edge of the table and . . .” She made some strange sound like ‘dharang’ to express what happened later to her. I understood what she meant to say. She never came to me crying seeking some comfort or to ask for medicines to Hemlata, the resident nurse. “Had it happened to delicate girls like Urvashi from grade VII, she would have come writhing in pain, with tears in her eyes and even if it was just for a very minor scratch”, I laughed while saying this to her and the other boarders who had assembled there one by one. “I am a strong girl, Ma’am” was her straight yet simple statement. As she spoke this I looked into her face and squeezed her cheeks as if to praise her. Imagine a girl of only grade VI making such a strong statement. Perhaps I was not that strong when I was of Aditi’s age, with so much of shield against difficulties, sorrows and pains from my parents and siblings and living in a cocooned world. Aditi’s remark set my thoughts rolling- I wondered what had made her say so- her ailing father or her circumstances at home. Life had taught the young girl about “life” at a very early stage. I only wish all my girls- the remaining 27 boarders’ of Gulmohar to be as strong a girl as Aditi, to face life with a smile when they grow into beautiful young ladies even when they face adversities.