And school begins today....

The brat woke at a single call. "Brat get up, it is school day today," he opened his eyes, rubbed them. Stretched like a cat, and sat up straight in bed. He looked outside, staring at the overcast sky and the grey light that filtered into the room. "Is a dark morning tuday?"
"Yes," mamma replied, while frantically trying to get back into the routine of packing lunchboxes and snackboxes and filling waterbottles and such like routine that ensures mamma is always the last one out of the door in the morning, getting strange looks from folks in the lift because mamma patches on her powder compact in such a hurry that she has powder patched on in spots making her look like a dog with a bad skin infection and therefore patchy fur.
"Is going tu rain now?" he asked, solemnly surveying the horizon, as it extended all the way to the distant sea at Aksa Madh which we can see on a clear day from all our rooms.
"I dont know," replied Mamma, gathering her towel and essentials and getting ready to fling herself into the bathroom for her minute bath.
"What I'll do if it rains?" he squawked. "How I'll gotu skul? Will be all chikkad chikkad...my new shuz will get spoilt!" The anxiety in his voice increasing by the decibel."An my new bag will get wet and all my new books...."
"Whad wil my nu teacher say if I come tu skul wid dirdy shuz?"
Now he was close to panic. "Tell d rain tu wait till I get inside the skul and den to come."
Mamma is flattered that the brat thinks Mom could do a Halle Berry Storm version. "Mamma," he squawked again, "How can we play baskidball in d rain? My nu shuz wil get spoilt? An my nu uniform! Can we play baskidball with raincoat and gumbootz?"

Reaching school saw the worst traffic jam ever in the history of the universe. Pappa actually grew a stubble, and mamma swears the brat now needs a haircut. We discarded the car in the midst of stuck traffic (first day of school, every child came in by car, once the school buses take over, things will normalise) and ran through traffic and much to make it in time for the bell. Not a good omen to reach late on the very first day. We neednt have bothered. Nearly every child was late, thanks to the traffic jam. The father (bless his height and good eyes) was deputed to check which division the brat was assigned to on the board put up outside, which already had a throng of parents clawing at it. The brat's division discovered, we ran to where the class teachers were standing, Grade and division boards in hand. The brat spotted a friend waiting in the same line, and lapsed into the colloquial Hindi.
"Arey tu yeh class mein kyun aaya. Yeh to mera new class hain. Tu to old class ka friend hain. Tu old class mein jaa...."