There was this band of rabble- rousers,
With unbuttoned shirts and low-waist trousers;
No one in school would disagree,
That they were pranksters of the highest degree;
Washroom was meant to be their favourite haunt,
Their own class-mates would often taunt;
They reveled in plotting great schemes,
Which always led them to distressing extremes;
Once , their teacher suffered an attack of quinzy,
When they rocked the class to a hysterical frenzy;
Soon, things went completely out of hand,
And the teacher could no longer withstand.
Exasperated, she decided to report,
And they were all punished in the basket ball court.
Each one was handed a broom and a mop,
To clean the building from ground floor to top.
Without batting an eyelid they obeyed like a soldier,
Taking command they marched shoulder to shoulder.
Their propulsive nature impressed everyone;
This punishment became their amusement and fun!
I was a bit paranoid when I was appointed to teach this batch in the next session…at the same time , quite thrilled too…I took the challenge head on!....a brilliant batch to reckon with….their dynamism , their explosive energy, their spontaneity…it baffled me!...I called them ‘The Thunderbolts’!
They say …never focus on the problems…..shift youremphasis from problems to challenges….And so I did…For , when there were challenges , I was impelled to inventways to counter them …problems became tools to sharpenmy wit ….Problems became an asset !
“Learn to endure their impudence, which might leave you in dismay;
there’s no great valour in choking, their laughter, fun and play!
