To date, my dear Estee ( a nickname I’ve reserved for my car), has been vandalized 5 times in a span of 3 months. Most of the times it would be scratches…sorry..long scratches at the sides of the car, extending from the back door all the way to the front. At other times it may be chalk markings on the windows. Yeay! Lucky me..it wasn’t liquid paper like my friend’s Altis. Perhaps Estee is a tad too pale for the students’ liking, so much so they felt they needed to give her an instant make-over by splashing Milo onto the windscreen.
When I see the “art work” left by the students, I often wonder what goes on in their minds when they do these “touch ups”. What drives them to cause such destruction? What have I done to deserve this? The physical scars can be repaired…all one needs is money. But the emotional scars that one bears inside take time to heal. Often, a very long time indeed. For many of us whose husbands take interest in our cars, having to explain to them about the scratches and sorts is something that we can do without. Really, we don’t need to be reminded that we work in a zoo (as mine had aptly put it). And yes…we have been extra nice to the students today…no punishments meted out to those who turned our classes into a circus.
So when I discovered a 2 meter scratch on Estee yesterday, I quickly went into control damage mode.With the help of my kids the car was “cleaned”. After an hour of laborious polishing (and a backache to boot), we managed to get most of the scratches to magically disappear. Thank God! Coz hubby returned about 10 minutes later, and I really didn’t feel like going through the rigmarole of explaining the why and the wherefores.
To end this post I leave you with a poem that I penned on the eve of Teacher’s Day.
A Teacher’s Wish
On Teacher’s Day I have one wish,
For students to try their best and resist,
Temptations to scratch a teacher’s car,
The one that’s near, or one that’s far.
Be it with stones or twigs or pens,
Your actions are hard to comprehend,
Splashes of Milo across the screen,
It stains our hearts, makes us wanna scream.
Oh Why! Oh Why! Do you do this?
Why is it you’re hard to please?
What would it take to leave our cars alone?
Perhaps a parking bay in some safe “Green Zone”.
Till that day comes, we just have to pray,
That you’ll turn your backs and walk away,
Heed this advice, and be at your best,
End this vandalism, give it a rest!