13 5 / 2012
With a special talent that did not confine itself to the boundaries of tempo, tune, beat and anything remotely musical, I was spared the task of joining the Mar Thoma Syrian Church, choir.
This was the first chapter of the book titled. ‘Lack of talent can be a blessing. For you and others.’
This meant that Bruce and I had to play other roles. And there is no better time than December to put your kid through these testing times. Honestly, I loved it. At least back then, I did.
And for once I knew something by heart. The flow of events during the Christmas Eve celebrations.
- Carols in English by the choir.
- Carols in Malayalam by the choir.
- Carols in English by little ones.
- Carols in Malayalam by the little ones.
- Enactment of the Nativity scene.
- Carols in English by the elders.
- Carols in Malayalam by the elders.
- Cake distribution.
For 1-5, 7-9, the odds of me and Bruce making it were quite similar to the ones Dravid had of making it to the one-day team.
No. 6 could surely accommodate us.
Joseph - Possible.
Mary - Not Possible. There were pretty girls and that too many in number.
Baby Jesus - Not possible. Too heavy for one of the pretty girls to lift.
A doll from one of them would be more apt. And they know their dolls.
Animals in the manger - Possible.
3 wise men - Quite Possible.
Really did not know or was bothered to find out how these roles were assigned.
Had to get through it, quick and easy.
Joseph was chosen, excited kid smiled.
Mary was chosen, excited girl smiles, some twitch their lips, as only little girls can, some boys who could pass of as the former breathed a sigh of relief.
Mary got the doll, quite right I would say, mother brings her kid.
The animals were chosen - was still not there.
One wise man -some kid
Two wise man - bruce.
Third wise man - brijesh
See Papa, ‘wise man’
Start walking the entire length of the church till you reach the front.
The rest are already there, in their positions playing a game of ‘mental statue’
Join in, offer the gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Say ‘statue’ in your head and pose.
Some enthusiastic uncle and aunty join in.
They sing better than some in the choir, who glare at them from behind song sheets.
Some more songs. Ends with a Jingle Bell… each bell jingling in a different manner, depending on who is rendering it.
The uncle who has to rush out for a smoke has already reached the , “ … in a one horse open sleigh…”
The Malayalam speaking ones did not proceed beyond, ”jingle bells…”
The boyfriend in the choir or the girlfriend in the congregation or vice versa, while standing on their toes and arching their necks, emphasised on, ” oh what fun it is to ride…”
While fools like us, wanted to get out of our sarees that was deftly modified into a robe. Get home quickly and have the awesome palappam and chicken stew.