Teachers are `powerful'

A well-behaved three year old returns to school after falling ill for a few days.

Since his digestion abilities took a beating over the sick days, the boy prompts his teacher exactly at 11 am, that he needs to use the toilet. So what's the big deal about a toddler alerting his teacher about this? The deal is: a school help or ayah must accompany the kid to the toilet and do the needful.

The teacher is irked. She summons the father and demands an explanation for the child's `outrageous demands'.
Her grouse: ``We hardly have a few toilets in the school. We cannot let your child alone use it everyday. Please ask him not to use the toilet here during class hours!''

The child's father is astounded at these ridiculous allegations against his three year old bundle of joy. After all, he had paid a hefty fee for these very things - clean toilets, good grooming, sufficient attention to the child! He gulps his anger and sends his wife over for a chat with the teacher. This is an elite school in Chennai, something everyone around assumes, is a passport to great life, education at its best and blah blah.

His wife fumes at the teacher's behaviour, but makes it the next day to school, for a similar lecture.

The child is told not to go `number two' in school back home. And he understands.

The next time his aunt asks him if he likes his school, pat comes his reply. ``No Number two in school.''

Teachers, are powerful! Three year olds have no right to keep using their school toilets! They `better' control their bowels.

Uh Oh!

After about a month of being on sick leave, nothing excites as much as the day you're returning to work.
That feel of being...normal, is so relieving!
What if the day wills otherwise, and throws you back into the spiral of ...problems! First, you set out of the house, and have to rush back because there is this gnawing dermatitis. You discover it has spread on parts of body you least expected it to.
After suffering a day, you want to revert to your dermatologist. She insists on seeing you again. But when you land at the hospital, she's not around. The nurse informs that the doctor fell ill. ``Could you please try tomorrow?''
The next day, you realise that the doctor, has been hospitalised. Whoa!
 I want to get back to work. And after four weeks of becoming bed-bound, and home-bound, the last thing I want is this.
But yeah, I wish the doc a speedy recovery, irrespective of my skin troubles.