Tip-top Tuesday

This week has been great so far. First of all, the kids are back in school. Yes, as you are all finishing up public schools, we’re just beginning. I couldn’t be happier visiting all out kids, having them recognize me and be as happy to see me as I am to see them. The benefits of my job are that I don’t have to sit at desk all day. I can play with kids, help them learn, help teachers teach, and be silly and have fun. I taught one group of kids Do Your Ears Hang Low, the song, today. Sometimes more than others I’m so happy I have this kind of job.
Rain clouds were looming over my head all day, but not raining down. This allowed for a capoeira class in the park again. On my way there I saw two Hasidic Jew kids running next to a parked bus. I couldn’t stop to figure anything out. India never ceases to amaze and shock me.
Each capoeira class just gets better then the rest. I have a consistent group of 6 students; two have dabbled in capoeira earlier, which makes my job a little easier. Everyone is very enthusiastic. While waiting for the rest of the folks, a kid who was in the park once before while we were training came up to me and just stood there. I prodded his name, age, and that his father was the one smiling at us. They’re not from India either. He has a brother who also joined us to do some cartwheels as well. We usually get a little crowd; some stop and watch for longer than others, others watch while passing. Sometimes some, what look like, street kids come and play around with the idea of maybe talking to us, but usually don’t.
Today, Nupur, joined us. He started by just standing and watching, then because the other kid was doing stuff with us he decided to join too. He’s very discombobulated, but tried. He also doesn’t speak a word of English. I actually think his language skills in general are quite limited. Even when I, or the others, spoke to him in Hindi and Marathi, he had a hard time responding. He was absolutely fascinated with my ipod player. When we didn’t pay enough attention to him to explain everything step by step (it’s hard even teaching 6 adults) he would make himself in charge of the stereo, moving it so that no one stepped on it, or strangers didn’t take it. It was too sweet.
After the class he even walked behind all of it to the park entrance. I don’t think he was too ready for us to leave. He even stood next to me as I pulled away, got my rain jacket on, and pulled away again. I managed to figure out that he lives in the slum area behind Koregon Park. I think a lot of those kids come to gawk at foreigners. I’m happy to have met him. My only worry is that it will rain tomorrow and from now on and we won’t get to see him either ever again or at least for a very, very long time. It was just a great day.

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