Today was Aayan’s first day at school. He was a real champ, there was no cribbing and cry and he went straight up to his class. The circus, however had camped outside the school on the parking lot. Parents were fighting with
bus drivers. Their arguments ranged from the buses being too crowded to picking their kids up first. One couple even had a mini fight between themselves in front of a whole crowd of people. When the wife backed down and was out of earshot the husband turned to the bus driver and asked the driver whether he had seen his wife make a face at him.

I choked with laughter. People can be so damn weird. The gentry were basically from the Punjabi community and it seemed to me as if I had been transported back to Delhi hearing the aggressive conversation being held in Hindi and Punjabi and seeing the mostly North Indian faces.

The day was fun, I had a fantastic time observing hassled, insecure parents and watching the convoy of cars following the buses after school. But what was disturbing was the clique of Koromangala Punjabi crowd hanging out together and bitching to each other about the school and bus system even before the school’s begun.
It’s a spanking new school and they were bitching and whining. Some parents don’t change. Nothing is too good for their spoilt angels or them.

A few parents complained about kids vomiting in the bus and hauled up the driver for it. I felt like stepping in and telling them that the cause for early morning vomiting had nothing to do with the bus but more with the obsessive need Indian parents have to force milk down kids throats and while some are lactose intolerant (like me) others have trouble keeping heavy breakfast down early in the morning.

And, we all know that when one kid pukes five more would throw up.

But I kept my trap shut! I’m done being the ‘in your stupid face’ type! Let them lead their stupid lives and hassle people. All I do is sit back and enjoy the circus when it comes to town.