Day 1 - Session 2 - Song and Dance

 

What's life without song and dance? 

In every civilization and society, there are songs for every occasion: birth, coming of age, and death. Joy. Sorrow. Bliss. For every mood as well.

Cutting across age groups, songs are easy to grasp and assimilate. The rhythm and tune and simple words quickly register on our psyche. Otherwise, what is the rationale for remembering thousands of film songs without a single look at the lyrics? 

Our Indian culture also relied on oral tradition. Gurukul, remember? All lessons were told and students repeated them after the teacher. 

Children are no exception. They love songs. 

So, my decision was to sing a song with them. Unfortunately, I know no children rhyme in Hindi. Therefore, I hit upon the nursery rhyme:

"Early in the morning

Come to me.

I will teach you 

ABC"

It went well. There were multiple rehearsals before they could sing with fewer hiccups.

Once they got it correct, I gave them the Hindi translation of the song. 

The song was so well received, that kids demanded an encore at the end of Day 1. 

WATCH  the video here:

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