

students for sure now, there will be no class. St 2 finally soothed ,leaves the embrace, he looks to his teacher like they undergo a great misery together. T: oooooyy putter, putter, how true you speak. putteriiiii, putterriiiiii ( his hands are outstretched like he is about to answer the call, same does the teacher)Īt this time, there are real tears in the teacher eyes, the student also acts like he is wiping his fake tears. St2 :i can hear the sound of rain drops on the roofs of the houses( he put his hand on his ear like he actually hears it, teacher does the same), i can see mothers braiding their daughters hairs( he does the braiding impressions with his hands, same does the teacher), (his voice get louder) i can feel the heart of punjaab calling me. Student continues like teacher never ever made a sound with same melancholy Teacher here says- ooy oyy ki yaad kara dita ay? we all are remembering punjaab, the valleys, the flowers, the smell of the flowers ( his face takes a melancholic expression, as the teacher also gets gloomy) St2: its raining so we are all gloomy and distracted. St2: actually our friend………… forgot one more thing to say. yes putter.you have anything else to say. anyway, now that we are all here, we cannot do anything about it, can we?. Teacher paces along the students one two rounds, rubs his big belly. indeed, when you put it like this, it really doesn’t sound a balle balle day to come to school. Teachers rubs his moustache thoughtfully, you see sir now, that, this is not a day to come to school. hence, with this extra energy still loaded in our shoulders, we start thinking about improper, even useless things which school strictly forbids us, of course for the betterment of ourselves. that’s the only time, we young minds, eager to learn, hopes of the future, can socialize properly which is very essential for our physical and emotional development.there fore, we cannot channel the extra energy youth produce in a constructive manners. In a theatrical way –because it’s raining and we can’t go out to play in recess. i don’t agree with your assessment of the day sir St1 still annoyed takes a deep breath to calm himself and concentrate on the plan. you were telling me about your disagreement.

(children laughs, st1 looks angrily around) T: you don’t agree? what don’t you agree gharpar. T: sit down, sit s a balle balle day to come to school, don’t you agree? open your books, pg 111 they don’t want to attend the class so they prepare a plan to convince the teacher to cancel the class. His well known songs include Chinna Machan from the film Charlie Chaplin 2 which he jointly sung with his wife, and Danga Danga in Visvasam, Seemaraja, Surarai potru etc.Class is enjoying. Other than his stage shows, he is continuously singing in many Tamil movies. He has dedicated his life to folk singing for nearly more than 19 years and so he received best singer award at 2014 in Karaikudi Kannadasan Mandapam. He made his first album song called Mannuketha Ragam composed by Mr. After that, He was also honored as Makkalisai mannan by his fans and judges of the show. He had made some performances in Vijay TV's Super singer show jointly with his wife Rajalaskhmi (another tamil folk singer) as they found many similarities between themselves in their singing-background and performances. He received the title 'Mathipuru munaivar' from Tamil University due to his best tributes aimed at Nattupura padalgal from his school days. Senthil Ganesan has performed in more than 3,000 stage shows in Tamil Nadu and other places. Soon he became a passionate singer as well as a music teacher professionally trained at Thanjavur University. He was graduated as M.F.A (music) candidate from the Tiruchirapalli College of Fine Arts. With the encouragement from his friends, he used to travel to nearby villages to attend the annual fairs to learn the folk songs which gradually enhanced his talents.

His father's name is Chandran and mother's name is Anjalai. Senthil Ganesan was born into Tamil family from the Kalabam village in Pudukottai district.
