Two shadowed students
During one Cathedral School teaching day, I walked to the area's cheapest restaurant for my unsightly but cheap mutton dansak lunch and happened to follow, unbeknownst to them, two of my talkative and animated younger students as they walked to their expensive restaurant.
On the other side of the street, we passed one of two Bollywood movie houses on the street. This one was playing its 68th consecutive week of "G-69 goes to Beirut," with its cleavage bent busty Western babe on a giant bill board aside a 007 western hero pointing his smoking .357 Magnum down her cleaved valley.
Across the street, showing nothing but skin, was another babe. This babe, however, laid on a 2' x 2' rag aside a one-step door with a couple pots and pans in the corner and a broken pencil stub with a scrap of paper near her. Her toys, I reckoned.
I looked around, as I had on other occasions, and again wondered where her mother was. My shadowed students and I both walked within a foot or two of this second babe. Then we turned the corner. They went to their pricey restaurant. I went to my dive.
After lunch, I returned to the classroom, where serendipitously my shadowed boys were seated -- bright, attentive, and full of good life.
I started my lecture stressing the importance of being aware -- and then engaged in a discussion about what they had noticed today. My good, happy, shadowed students had not noticed the motherless, naked, pencil-stub baby" living on a rag.
The whole class didn't miss the Magnums and valleys in "G-69 Goes to Beirut."
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