Field Fun


‘Don’t you dare touch my pony!’

‘Gosh! You’re so touchy! What’s up?’

‘Guys! I think Miss Belle wants us to go down again!’ 

‘Again? No way man!’

‘Sorry. Hey, there she goes again! Stop it Natalie!’

‘Tee? I hope that you got you’re lunch box. At this rate, we’ll never enter the factory, forget taste a sample!’

Those are the topics my BFF’s and I were discussing just after we reached the Monginis cake factory. I was almost dying of thirst, and my friends were busy gabbing. The fact that the factory was just beside me, and, despite that, we were standing in the scorching Sun, being burned alive. ‘This is so NOT what I expected.’ I grumbled. ‘Same here. This is so lame.’ Malaika, one of my friend’s complained. This was followed by a series of yes’s from our classmates.’The fourth graders have already entered. Just because we are older doesn’t mean that we should be roasted like this. I hate this.’  Rachel, another girl from the lot added with a sigh.

In about fifteen minutes, Miss Belle, our teacher, gestured for us to get inside. I obediently followed the others inside, and watched in awe at the marvelously crafted and designed edible masterpieces. So wow! Right now, we were at the main department, and I could see the almost finished but for touch-ups cakes through the glass windows to the finishing department. 

In the main dept., there were many interesting things in making. First, there was a batch of butter cookies, that was being designed. Then there were trays of prawn patties (I didn’t glance at it, but Malaika told me about it) and steaming hot platters of some strange substance. Everyone working there were quite rude, and whenever I had a doubt and asked them for an answer, they would just glare at me like as if I had just come out of prison for for murdering someone. Talk about unfriendly! 

But at the finishing dept., everything (or almost everything) was absolutely different. For starters, it was totally air-conditioned. And there was an aroma of chocolate globs and lemon extracts and strawberry pastes and orange twirls and raspberry swirls…you get the idea. The people working there were friendly, and politely answered all our questions. That’s what I call difference. As we exited the factory, a security handed us slices of sponge cake with mango spread on top. I took a bite and was teleported to the world of DE-licious. Lovely.

I guess that if we cut out the part where we’re shielding out eyes from the Sun, we could call it a fab-tastic field trip.  


Saturday’s Pinks! (continuation of Adventures of a rainy day.)

‘I can’t eat anymore,’ I announced at the dinning table, June 19th, a Saturday morning. I was too excited to be able to swallow another morsel. I was going to go to Maharashtra with my best friend in the van! I mean, there are many more exciting things that I’d done, but to be with Michelle again, well, it was to good to be true.

But this time, it was true! I looked at the well in our backyard and visualized what might happen  today. I wished that afternoon would come soon. I had a lot of packing to do since I had a cold,which was really a pity, because I hate packing. But anyway, a small thing like that wasn’t going to stop me from making my day! No, it wasn’t going to.

I packed my extra jackets and sweaters and things.Later that morning I wanted to surf the net a bit because I hadn’t played for a long time, so I headed to the red room, our family study, and played games on various sights.  My sister walked into the room half an hour later with an English note book in hand. That reminded me of the music I had to study. I go for key board every Sunday. I sat down at a sunny spot in my room and started studying.Then it was time to lay the table for lunch. I had a very extremely light one since I had a very late breakfast.

My mother and father then went to discuss some important work and my sister ran off to play Uno with herself. I was left alone. I walked to the courtyard and and let the hot sun rays touch my face. This was the best feeling ever! The anticipation is the best bit, I say. Soon, my mum called me to come and dress up. I put on my mountain pants and fashionable black with shining stripes of red and gold t-shirt. I grabbed my bag-pack. I was ready to roll!

I waved to my grandma, sister and Feni. I was off! I was lost in my thoughts when my granddad entered the car. My parents drove ,me and grandpa to Michelle’s house and the both of us played while we waited for the taxi.Then it all happened very fast.

Before I knew it, I was seated in the taxi that would be taking us to Maharashtra, or at least a little way, with Michelle, her mom, her brother and her sister and my grandfather waving to my parents. As soon as my parents were out of sight, I lay back in the taxi and thought about what a lucky girl I am. There were two people in the taxi apart from all of us. There was a girl in the eighth standard and her father. I said hi, and so did Michelle and her family and my grandpa. We passed time by playing games and singing songs. Michelle’s mom knew a lot of them!

Soon we reached the spot where the second, and bigger taxi would pick us up.We were fortunately near a gym, so we could play in it. We first entered the gym We ran he treadmill for five minutes only, because the lady who owned the gym forbade us to do more without warming up. So we ran to the door and dashed out of the gym. There were photos of many muscular men and women all around the outside of the gym, so we tried copying a few of them.

We were having a good time, when suddenly Stephen (Michele’s brother) shouted ‘The taxi’s come, hurray’ All of us ran to the taxi and got inside. After a very long wait, the taxi finally started. It was a really bumpy ride, till we finally reached the spot where other tourists or Goans would join us.

After some time everyone was loaded in the van, and we set off. We planned to see the sunset at a special place called “Sunset Point “, which was in Maharashtra, but it was already dark when we reached a small little teashop, fifty kilometers from our destination. I didn’t have any tea, but I did have some chips that a friendly lady offered everyone.

Soon we reached our hotel. It was called “Vrindavan”. My granddad and me stayed in one room together. We unpacked and then went to a restaurant called “Hotel Sai Anant Palace”. We had a hearty dinner and then went back to our hotel room.

Tomorrow is be another day, and I’m sorry to say that I can’t capture it in a blog. But if you come over to my house, I can tell you all about it!

(This post is called “Saturday’s pinks” because it isn’t like the usual Saturday’s blues!!)

Adventures of a rainy day.

My van. Can you even think of  a better one? My driver is the best driver in the whole wide world. He buys us chewing-gums and chocolates and candies. He even brought us rings, on children’s day. He’s the best.

It was a freezing Friday morning, since it had been pouring the whole night. I was dressing up while my sister was busy snoozing in bed. I wish I was like her and had high temperature fever. I was kind of jealous, too. She was getting all the attention and I was left alone in a corner to cry, laugh, party, paint or dance by myself, or so I thought. I buttoned up my T-shirt, and put on my pinafore. I dashed out of y room, grabbing my schoolbag, as I heard my drier’s horn. Between gulps of my milk, I waved and shouted goodbye to my parents, My sister and Feni, my pup.

My driver, Zafar uncle, took my bag, kept it in the boot. I greeted my van mates and entered it. Soon we were zooming past the trees, houses and roads. We soon picked up the last child and headed to school. As I ran up the stairs, the bell rang. ‘Just in time!’ I thought to myself. ‘Teacher, please may I come in.’ I chanted as I reached my class. My teacher nodded her head, and I walked to my desk.

In the middle of the first or second period, while we were going through the current English lesson, ‘Trapped”, a boy’s uncle came to collect him. But in the end the boy didn’t go home, and he was very, extremely disappointed. ‘But why would you want to go home when all your friends would be at school?’ asked my teacher. The boy didn’t reply.

At our first break, after three periods, while I was eating my tiffin-box, my van mate, Diela Dias, shouted to me. ‘Zafar uncle’s waiting for us downstairs. Quickly pack your bag and come. There’s going to be a heavy downpour,and he wants us to reach home before that.’ I didn’t understand anything since There was so much noise going on in my class and I couldn’t hear her.  But, I did know that I had to pack my bag and head downstairs.
Soon the car was about to start. We were still in the school campus, and there was a light drizzle when, our van’s right back tire got punctured. We were loaded on a yellow bus for shelter (it belongs to my Zafar uncle’s friend) since many of us didn’t bring umbrellas. Soon, the tire was repaired and we set off, once again. We soon dropped everyone, but three. I was one of them, of course. I was the next  one to be dropped. We were about two kilometers away from my house and four kilometers from the last boy’s, when we heard a loud explosion and found out that the left back tire was punctured. (This was a world record of two genuine tire punctures in a day.)

Thankfully, there was a tyre shop just opposite. I ran to it and was told that they didn’t do car tyres. I came back to the van, and told my uncle what the shop had told me. He began to look a bit worried. Thankfully, just then a helpful man told Zafar uncle that he’d drop him to the next most near tire shop he knew of. Uncle gladly mounted the bike with his tyre and left us on the road. I phoned my mother and told her where. She said she’d come to pick me up right away. Then, we spotted uncle’s mobile. We grinned to each other. We all knew what was going on in each others mind.

Soon after, while we were playing with uncle’s phone (which, by the way, was what we had in mind), a strange man walking on the road with an umbrella in his hand, though it wasn’t raining and a news paper in his other hand, peeped in one of our van’s window and asked us to dial a weird number starting with 2. I pretended like I was dialing it and told him that it wasn’t reachable. I repeated this many times. t last he got angry. He was almost going to grab the phone, when I said I’ll try again. I actually dialed my mom’s cell number and put the mobile close to my ear. It started ringing and my mom’s  voice was heard at the other end of the mobile. I told her what was going on.
‘Mom!’ I said (this is the conversation we were having on the phone). ‘There’s this weird man standing near Zafar uncle’s window, and he’s asking us to dial this weird number.Could you please talk to him a sec and tell him that we won’t dial his number?’ My mom said ‘I’m just on the way why don’t you wait…..’ But the man had already disappeared.
I said ‘Never mind, he’s gone.’ My mom hung up after a hurried goodbye. Soon my driver came back, and immediately after that, my mom came. I went home after that and sat down to do my homework, since there was still an hour to go for lunch. I finished it in about half an hour, and then sat down on the laptop. I thought that my adventures for the day were over, but no! I was wrong!

Just after that, while I was still on the net, my best van friend forever, Michelle Rebbeca D’costa called, and after I poured out the whole story of the day to her, she told me a very extremely wonderful piece of news! Guess what? I was going to go with her to a camp! It was Saturday to Sunday. Her mom was coming with us and so was her brother and her little sister. My grandfather was going to come with me, and we were going out of station to Maharashtra! Fifteen other people were going to accompany us (twenty, all together).  Yeah!

Read the rest of it in my next blog post, Saturday’s pinks!!!

A day of fun!

It was a really cold morning in the village of Curtorim. I was getting ready for another school day. But today, I was even more excited than usual! I was going for my class field trip! We were going to Velha Goa. Velha, means “old” in Konkani.

My class mates and I had to travel to Old Goa by bus. We had to take food with us and we also had to take a water bottle. As I reached my school, I felt like jumping up and touching the sky. When I reached class, I was greeted by  friends. They too, were really excited. After a little while, our teacher entered the class. She was smiling a very big smile indeed.

We went out of the class in a single, assembly line and into the open school grounds, our principal told us a few words and then we entered our bus. Soon enough, the bus started. We were singing with joy. I sat with one of my friends, Eveline Amber Kayligh Luis. We chatted most of the journey, and then we finally had to get down.

Our first stop was a entrance from which the Portuguese entered Goa. They came by water. We stood in our lines and gazed at it for a few minutes. Then, the buses came and we boarded our respective ones. This was the plan for the following trip-

We were first going to a temple. Then a church and after that another church. Then we would be taken to a park opposite the church to have our snacks.

As we entered the temple we took out our shoes and kept them on a shoe rack. We then went in a line towards the temple with our teacher leading the line. I saw a bell dangling at the beginning of the temple. I rang it.  We prayed for a little while and then were given holy water to drink. as we went a bit further, we were given a flower to keep. We went around the whole temple. We thought it was really beautiful.Then we went out.

We mounted the bus again and drove to the first church. We had to cross the main road, so we all held hands and crossed. As we entered the grounds of the church, I saw a beautiful tree that shed pink leaves every two minutes. I wished that it was in my school grounds so that I could see it every day. We entered the church and prayed again. The church looked really pretty. We soon exited this church, too.

I didn’t know that the next church was just down the street. It was just as beautiful as the previous one and had the same pink-leaved trees that the other church had. This church had a story to it to. As we entered the church, I saw a huge, wooden cross. I asked my friend why it was so big and she told me that there were once three children that made a small wooden cross with a few twigs. It was about 1 foot tall. They dug it in the mud and went home, meaning to come back the next day. But they didn’t come the next day. Nor did they come the day after that. They didn’t even come the day after that. A few moths past and they suddenly remembered. But when they reached there, there was no cross made of twigs. Instead there was a huge, handsome cross, cleaned and  beautifully polished. They didn’t know what to do so they took it to the church. And there it stood till today.

I liked the story. We soon headed out of he church ad wet inside a park. We had our snacks there. My friends and I got a picnic mat and shared it between us. When we finished eating we got onto the bus and headed to the school campus. I was really sad that this day had ended, but I had a lot of fun.

My mother came to pick me up along with my sister and I narrated the whole trip to them. It had truly been a wonderful day!