I liked my school anniversaries. I used to participate in somany cultural items, even before one month the practise sessions will start. We used to bunk the classes which we didnt like in the name of practise. Teachers and pupil will treat you specially during this period. My immediate sis and me used to have atleast four or five items in an anniversary. When I was in the sixth standard, for the anniversary, I joined for Dumbals, a group dance, another dance with my friend( one MGR number) , in a drama called baktha markandeya and lastly one bharatha natyam of Kalai thookki nindradum with my close friend Uma. My mother taught us the steps and my sis was about to sing this song for us. The girl Uma was very chubby and I just the opposite. My schedule was so tight that they put the Bharathanatyam as the last item. After my fourth participation, they started dressing me and uma in the dance attire with so much jewellery and all. We both were inside a class room waited for our chance to come. I was little out of mood because the teacher didnt allow me to go to the toilet after I got fully dressed up. ( Toilets were little away from the class rooms ). After some time we both slept off on the desk itself. when the announcement came for our item, the teacher and my sis came and made us run to the stage. My sister got settled in front of the mike, the focus lights were on and we both stood there on the stage still feeling very sleepy. The first step was to take the hands and legs nicely to pose for Nataraja. When my sis started the song, we both started doing the nataraja pose and Alas ! I tumbled down on the stage. Uma who tried to get a good posture of Nataraja moved her chubby hands and right leg little more wider that she hit me and I was there on the floor. I felt so ashamed that I forget about the stage, teachers and public. I started shouting at her from the floor with most furious words from my own dictionery and my sister started gigling in the mike. The teacher came running ordered to put down the curtain and under the condition that she should allow me to go to toilet , I agreed to dance again. After about half an hour we two danced very nicely except instead of bhakthi rasa we both showed anger on our faces. That was my mothers comment and she promised that she will never teach me a dance again.