Orchestra
There was nothing happening since morning when all of a sudden I felt ripples in the nerves. 'August Rush'....... I remember the movie where the child creates his own music listening and hearing, hearing and listening to the beat of the drums, the tapping of the foot, the flapping of the wings, the dribbling of the basket ball, all in consensus giving rise to systematic patterns of beats and rhythms. A thud on the floor,a bang on the desk, the slamming of the door, the ringing of the bell sounded like a cacophony in my mind when I was relieved after the first period. What am I going to do with these class 9 brats, known for their skills in everything odd and ugly yet nourishing a secret desire to stand out of the lot making a world of difference in their lives?. I had already planned my composition but they wanted to play their own music all the time, irrespective of the fact whether they were playing the right key or not. As I climbed up the stairs after lunch, I saw t