MISS YOU MOST AT CHRISTMAS TIME 😢

It's that time of the year, when there's a lot of festivity in the air. It's Christmas and apart from all the preparations for the birth of Jesus, there are also weddings galore. Everywhere you turn, you see shops all lit up and decorations adding colour to the facade of every store. 

One can hear the sound of music and carols floating through the air. The smell of Christmas sweets coming out of every kitchen, makes your mouth water instantly. One may also catch a glimpse of people totally engrossed, in making Christmas cribs and stars, at every nook and corner. There's so much of activity all around.😊

I enjoy this time of year thoroughly, because of all the joy and happiness that comes along with it. Christmas is a time, when everyone seems to be back in town. Friends who live in different parts of the world, those working on ships and those who work in different countries abroad, all decide to come back home for a few days at Christmas time. It’s a wonderful time to catch up with friends, that you may have not seen in years.

Apart from that, Christmas is one of the two times in the year, when I get to spend a lot of time with my Choir, practicing Christmas carols and having a good time. 

This year, I was also part of another group of young people in my parish; and we were putting up a 'Christmas Musical' together. So, that again, involved long hours of practices, which were extremely fun-filled and enjoyable. Being in the company of friends always brings joy to my heart.🎶

On Christmas day itself, I will be spending the afternoon with all my cousins and my extended family, as an aunt of mine celebrates her birthday on the 25th of December. So, Christmas day is one day, when I get to catch up with my cousins, who I barely see right through the year, except on special occasions and family functions. Christmas lunch at my aunt’s home, is definitely something I look forward to every year, precisely because of that.

Amidst all this festivity and joy however, there is one person I always miss tremendously at this time of the year; and that is my little brother, Nathan. I really wish that he was still around. I envy my friends, who get a chance to spend time with their siblings, during Christmas time. Putting up the decorations, the Christmas tree and the crib together, probably singing a carol or two with their brother or sister, popping some sweets into the mouth, as it is being made, and being yelled at for that - The things that siblings can do together at Christmas time, are only things I dream about and imagine every year. 

I keep wishing and hoping, that I could also have a Christmas like that, spent in the company of my brother; but that was not part of God’s plan for my life. While I understand that He probably had better things in store for me, when he took my Nathan from this world; at times like these, when you’ve got to spend a time like Christmas, deprived of these simple joys of life, you can’t help but wonder ‘WHY?’🤔

Answers to questions like these, are not easy to find; and try as hard as one wants to, they’re not easy to find solutions to either. 

So I guess, I just need to be grateful for the people that I still have around me at Christmas time. My parents, my friends from my choir and my youth group, my cousins and the rest of my extended family. Each of them has their own family to spend Christmas with; but for the few moments that I spend with them, they become my family. They help fill the space created by the absence of my brother in my life.

...And when I get back home and am all alone once more, that’s when I miss you the most my dear Nathan; and I can’t help saying this over and over again, even so many years after you’ve passed away, I wish you were still here. I love you Nathan and I’ll keep missing your presence in my life for as long as I live; but most of all, at Christmas Time.✨️❤️

CHANGE IS WHAT KEEPS US GOING ✍️

One of the people who frequently reads my blog, recently made an observation, that he can almost predict what I’m going to say next on my blog, thanks to the fact that the things I write about, revolve around the same people, issues, situations, with a lot of focus on my school and my students. He also felt that I was 'Excessively Positive' in my outlook towards life and situations, which made it 'Less Realistic and More Utopian'.🤔

Looking at what he said as 'Constructive Criticism', I decided to write about something that was drastically different. I decided that I would try and walk through uncharted territory, march through unfamiliar landscapes, wade through unknown waters and fly over mysterious lands for once. 

That decision made, the next situation that faced me was; so then, what do I actually write about? What is it that would be far removed from my normal experiences? What would constitute a totally different and unique topic? What could I write about that would not allow me to drift back, into my normal style of writing; which apparently seemed to be an overdose of goodness and optimism?😄

I thought to myself, since I’m attempting to change something about my style of writing, why not talk about ‘Change’ itself; but then I immediately realized, that I’ve already written a piece on change earlier, right here on this blog. 

The next thing that cropped into my head was to talk about some negative emotion, to counter the 'Excessive Optimism', that my writing is usually known for. Immediately, I felt incapable of doing justice to the topic. I don’t think I would be able to write enough about it.🤷

So finally, I’m up against a blank wall. I’ve reached a complete dead-end. Maybe I’m afraid of attempting something different, or maybe I just lack the ability to do it. 

So, while I’m grateful to my friend for being critical of my style, which was a good observation; and made me think of doing things a little differently, I guess I still lack the skill, to try it out. 

Maybe, if someone who reads my blogs, could offer a suggestion, I could try working on it. It would also give me an idea about how many people still frequent my blog. So, all those who read this, send some suggestions my way. Will be looking forward to them.😊

TEACHER’S PET…IS THAT YOU??? 🤔

Remember that rhyme we learnt as kids…

'Teacher’s Pet - Is that you? Yes! Yes! Yes!' 

As a student, I remember my friends often accusing me, of being one of the teacher’s favourites, simply because I was a 'Prefect and House Leader' in school, and was frequently running errands for the teachers. I also got an opportunity to participate in a lot of activities in school, and as a result I interacted with my teachers much more than other students. Automatically, that resulted in being tagged as the ‘Teacher’s Pet’.

After a span of eleven long years, I have heard that term once again; and I’ve been thinking of that nursery rhyme once again today. I happened to hear a comment in school, that there were certain students, who I was favouring more than others. I was never fond of that tag as a kid in school, and it is even more disconcerting, to be associated with that same tag, now that I’m a teacher.😔

In the past three and a half years, I have always tried to be as fair as I could, to every student that I’ve interacted with. No Favourites!!! That has always been, what I aim for. There have definitely been students, with whom I have interacted more than others, in the various activities that happen in school, right through the academic year; and so automatically, a closer bond has developed with those students. In certain cases, that teacher-student relationship has gradually turned into friendship, as the student grew up. Despite that, I have still tried my best, to be neutral as far as I could.

However, I guess I’ve always been a person who tends to get attached to people faster than others. Unknowingly, I think my boys in school, kind of fill up the empty space created in my life, due to the loss of my own younger brother. Without actually meaning to, I think I tend to display a great fondness for certain students, which is not appreciated by the others.

We are human beings. As hard as we try, I don’t think we can take away emotions and feelings from our interactions. Those emotions could sometimes be misinterpreted by some people; and as a result, cause unwarranted stress for the people concerned. I guess life is like that though. 

This makes me think of another line I’ve heard before. ‘You can please some people some of the time; but you can’t please all the people, all the time.’🤷

So, to each his own. I know what I am, and what I do; and as disturbing as the insinuations may be, I guess the best thing to do, would be to keep being myself; and no one or nothing, should be able to alter that.

DON’T WORRY!!! BE HAPPY!!! 😄

‘Hakuna Matata!’- Timon and Pumba’s problem free philosophy in the movie, ‘The Lion King’, may seem too far-fetched and unrealistic to a sceptical mind. 

JOY! DELIGHT! HAPPINESS! ELATION! 

In a world that’s torn apart with violence, depression, anxiety and sadness, these words are seldom used. Moments of sheer bliss and uninterrupted pleasure are hard to come by. The world we live in, seems to have become so cynical and pessimistic, that there’s no place for a few occasional laughs.🤔

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a very cheerful disposition. Anger and extreme negativity, have not been a very integral part of my character. Being the kind of person I am, I’ve often wondered why certain people find it so difficult to be 'Happy'. Why does it cost some people so much to 'Smile'? What stops people from getting rid of their inhibitions and worries, and just giving flight to their joy?😊

I’ve had a lovely day today. I spent lots of happy moments in the company of different groups of friends; and with every group I’ve mingled with, I found something different to 'Smile' and 'Laugh' about. In every circle of friends, there was someone, whose 'Presence' was sufficient to 'Make my Day'; and those few moments of untainted 'Joy', have stayed with me to this moment, at the end of the day. As I look back on the happenings of the day, there’s a Smile on my lips, a Song in my heart and tons of Gratitude to the Lord above, who makes it possible for me to be simply 'Happy'.🎶😄

There may be those who read this piece, and feel that I’m being a little too 'Optimistic' about life. After all, life isn’t as rosy, as I’m making it sound. My answer to that point of view would be, “It is!!!” 

'Life is Beautiful' and it’s simply amazing to be alive. Everyday that we live is a 'Miracle'. Every individual we encounter, introduces us to something new. 

Sure, life has its hurdles. There will definitely be days when nothing seems to go our way. There will certainly be people, who get on our nerves and rub us the wrong way, and make us feel really terrible. So what!!! 'Life is still Beautiful', because I choose to look beyond the negativity. I choose to be an 'Eternal Optimist'. 

Call me an 'Idealist', or tell me that I’m 'Over-Romanticizing Reality'. The fact remains, ‘I’m Happy. I find something to 'Smile' about at every step of the way. I choose to be in the company of people, who radiate 'Joy' I love the company of 'Cheerful People.’ At the end of it all, that’s the only thing that really matters.

So stop cribbing, about everything that doesn’t go your way. Stop whining, about the situation that cannot be altered. Turn those frowns upside down; and in the words of that well known song, DON’T WORRY!!! BE HAPPY!!!✨️😄

WELCOME TO MY WORLD, STRANGER!!! 😊💕

Friendship day is just round the corner and that always makes me nostalgic about old friends. It makes me think of especially those friends, who were a part and parcel of my everyday existence till a few years ago, and today are so far away, that months and sometimes years go by, before I hear from them.

On the other hand, I’ve recently bumped into a few people, quite out of the blue. We’ve never met before but we just have a few common friends, because of whom we stumbled upon each other; or they’ve just been casual visitors to my blog and now, these complete strangers have become a part of my daily existence. People who I didn’t even know till a few weeks or months ago, have now become people I talk to almost everyday.

These facts made me ponder on something really important about life. It made me think about how 'Time' sometimes turns the best of friends into complete Strangers, and turns absolute strangers into Friends.

I don’t even remember the first 'Friend' I ever made in my life. Maybe our parents introduced us and got us to talk to one another. Maybe I just saw an attractive toy or chocolate in his/her hands, which drew me to them or maybe we were just destined to meet.😊

Moving from kindergarten to high school, into college or university, and then later on to our place of work - All through life, we encounter so many people. With some of them, we form life-long bonds of friendship too; but then, things like career and work come along, that take us onto completely different paths.

Strangely, for every Old Pal we lose touch with over time, and for every empty space that is created in our lives, due to the fact that a close friend moves to another country or something like that; there’s always a New Stranger who comes into our lives and fills up that void

...And that’s how Life is. It keeps going on. We meet so many people, as we walk through life. Some stay with us, for long periods of time. Some are just like a passing breeze.🤷

To all those old pals, that time and space has separated from me, I’d just like to say. I really miss you all. I remember fondly all those moments that we’ve spent together, at some time or the other in the past.🤗❤️

And of course, I’d just like to Thank God for every 'Stranger', who has ever crossed my path in Life, and who has eventually gone on to become a 'Friend'; because if I hadn’t met you guys, the 'Circle of Friendship' would have come to a complete standstill, when from Old Friends I had to part.💞

SHOW ME THE MONEY ✍️

After a short hiatus, I’m back. To those of you who drop by this part of cyberspace occasionally, it may have seemed like I had done the disappearing act once again. Actually, I hadn’t really fallen asleep, nor had I vanished into thin air. 

It’s just that the new academic year began about a month ago. I guess those of you who’ve ever had a friend, who is or was a teacher, will know that when school begins, that friend almost becomes extinct from his or her social circle. The reason being ‘work pressure’, as there are always a million things happening at the same time in a school.

For a teacher, the work-load comes with the territory; and it’s something we are well aware of, when we choose to take up this profession. It is hammered into us, right through the B.Ed. year. We are repeatedly told, that teaching is not the cake-walk that people think it is. It is not all half-days and holidays, that people in other professions envy us for. Of course, as much as you think you are prepared for it; you can never really fully comprehend the enormity of the situation, till you actually start working in a school.

The expectations from a school teacher, have gone up by leaps and bounds in the last few years. He or she is almost expected to be Superman, He-man and Giant Robot, rolled into one. Super-human powers are the order of the day, in the teaching profession these days. One is expected to be on one's toes 24/7; constantly churning out novel methods of teaching the age-old material, making it relevant to a bunch of youngsters who are accustomed to using all their senses and faculties, thanks to the speed at which technology is racing ahead. A shoddy or unprepared teacher, is considered to be incompetent by the students, who are much more aware, than students in the past ever were. Walking into the class, without arming yourself with additional information and an extensive knowledge of the latest developments in the world around us, could prove to be the downfall of any teacher today. The students we cater to, have changed to that extent.

Considering all of this, one would expect those in the teaching profession, to be remunerated accordingly. Sadly, in reality the teaching profession seems to be the one profession, where the teachers are not given their due. The employees of BPO’s and other corporate houses are literally squeezed to death by their employees, both in the amount of work that is extracted from them, as well as in the working hours that they are expected to put in.

However, unlike the teaching profession, they are remunerated well. Teachers today put in so much of work. Standing and talking for 6 to 7 hours a day or more sometimes, organizing innumerable activities in school, sitting back to correct books and mark papers, spending long hours even when they’re supposed to be resting at home, preparing for the next day and doing countless other jobs that need to be done for school. For all that, they are paid the salary of a waiter in a 5-star hotel or a watchman in a big company, or maybe even lesser.😔

I chose to be a teacher; and so I was aware of the fact that I wouldn’t be paid the same as my friends in other professions, right from the start. Besides, since I’m still living with my parents and don’t have to support my family with my income, the situation is still not as grave for me, as it is for my other colleagues.

But, I have often heard my friends at work, grumbling about the fact that teachers are paid so little, for all the hard work that they do. I have heard repeated complaints in the staff-room, about why the Government, has such a callous attitude towards those in the teaching profession, who are actually the ones that are shaping the future of the country. 

The engineers, doctors and lawyers were all taught by school teachers as children. They grow up and earn hefty pay-packets, in their respective professions; and the teachers who made them who they are in the world, are left earning in one year, what their own students earn in one month. 

It may be something that teachers were fully aware of, when they stepped into the profession; but the question that comes to my mind is, does that make it fair and right???

I remember one of my teachers once saying, that people who are already financially secure, should be the ones who take up teaching as their profession. This teacher of mine was an extremely intellectual and well-respected individual. His reason for making such a statement, was that as compared to other lucrative professions today, teachers get paid a mere pittance; and so, just one teacher’s salary, would be insufficient to raise a family. The income of the others in the family had to be substantial, if one wanted to live a comfortable life and be a teacher at the same time. 

He was a teacher with a lot of experience, and when I see my colleagues struggling to balance their lives with what they earn in school, I understand the wisdom in his words.

Of course, I can’t stop myself from wondering why this has to be the way it is. Why do we teachers need to settle for something that is so unfair? Why is it that the worth of a teacher is not recognized by the powers that be? 🤔

A REAL NEED OR AN UNNECESSARY CRAZE!!! ✍️

In less than a month, the new academic year will be upon us. Everything about it will be fresh and new. New books, new teachers, in some cases, a re-vamped new syllabus, new uniforms probably and a host of new concepts, terms and information that students will be bombarded with, right from the word go. 

In the midst of all this novelty however, there lurks something, that I personally refer to, as the bane of the modern education system; and that is, the big bad wolf called ‘TUITIONS’. It’s always on the prowl at the beginning of the academic year, ready to devour every student that it lays its eyes on. With every passing year, the number of its victims has steadily increased; and the species of students who study independently, will soon be extinct, if some corrective measures aren’t taken immediately.🤦‍♀️

I’m sure, a lot of you may disagree with my point of view completely, especially my fellow teachers. After all, tuitions are supposed to be a way, of helping students who can’t manage studying themselves, or those who can’t cope with a particular subject. 

In reality however, those are not the kind of students being offered assistance, through this method. That’s precisely the bone of contention, that I have with this whole issue. 

Tuitions, if required, were only meant to be an aid, to those who were really in need of it. Today, it has become a ‘crutch’, that even those who are not intellectually challenged, are making use of. 

In effect therefore, a student attends 'Two Schools' everyday, which leaves him or her with next to 'No Study Time' and worse, 'No Play Time'. To add insult to injury, all of this is done, in the name of the increasing ‘Competitiveness’ in the world today.

My question to parents especially is, ‘Do you not realize, how you are robbing your precious kids of their 'Childhood', in the name of Competition? Can’t you see how this whole 'Tuition Culture', is completely eating into your child’s development and your pockets as well?’🤔

As a Teacher in a School, I also feel very hurt to think, that the parents of the students I teach, 'actually require to send their child for tuitions'. I can understand, if a child finds it hard to cope with the studies, and then goes for tuitions. But when good students, who secure a First Class and more in school, also have to resort to a tuition teacher, to explain everything to him or her all over again (after we School Teachers, have done a pretty good job of doing the exact same thing, in school already); that’s like 'a slap in the face of a dedicated and hardworking School Teacher'.😔

I would like to say this to all parents reading this, “You know your child and his ability, better than anyone else. Don’t cripple him, by providing him with so much assistance, that he forgets how to walk on his own.”

LIFE ✍️

It could seem like a burden
When things don’t go your way,
Or a really, big mess
When everything’s going astray.

It could seem like a steep hill
That’s too difficult to surmount,
Or a pile full of troubles
That’s just impossible to count.

It could seem like an ocean
In the midst of a severe storm,
Or a problem, so gigantic
That it breaks every norm.

Life has a fascinating way
Of making us feel weighed down-
It cares not about wealth or fame,
Spares not even a king with his crown.

What matters is how well we learn to cope
With every situation in this rat-race,
Whether we let it tear us down,
Or encounter it, with a smile on our face.

The problems will persist,
They come with a lifetime guarantee.
What matters is knowing
That from their grasp, we can be free.✍️

UNFORGETTABLE PEOPLE!!! CHERISHED MEMORIES!!! ✨️❤️

I just got back from Goa a couple of days ago. Spent some days there with a few colleagues from school, a few of their family members and my Principal. A nice lively group of 14 adults and 3 kiddies. We had an amazing time and just didn’t want the trip to end. Even after coming back to Bombay, I find my mind drifting back to the enjoyable moments we spent together.😊

Goa is my hometown. Although I was born in Amchi Mumbai and brought up here, there is some kind of connection with that land of the sun and sand. (Unfortunately, I’m not very fluent in Konkani; and my friends thought I wasn’t fit to call myself a Goan because of that.) 

Anyway, I’ve been going to Goa ever since I was a child. Spent my long summer holidays there, with my grandparents. My holidays in Goa are among some of my most cherished childhood memories. I loved my Grandfather a lot; and the two of us shared a very special bond. So, going back to Goa brings back all those precious memories, of the times I spent with him. I have an emotional attachment, to the place where we lived in Goa, especially because it reminds me of my dear ‘Papa’. The house we lived in, sadly doesn’t belong to us anymore; but going back to that little village called Corjuem in Goa, even for those few minutes, reminded me of the fun times I had spent there as a child. It brought my Papa back to life for me, right before my eyes.✨️💕

Leaving Goa had always been hard for me. I remember that I always had tears in my eyes, on the bus-ride back to Bombay, just as we were moving out of Goa, every single time. It’s been many years now since my Papa passed away. Despite that, I somehow couldn’t stop my tears when the bus was leaving Mapusa, a couple of days ago. They just came out of nowhere, and streamed down my face in a hurry.

I guess some people, some memories and some moments, are just impossible to forget and wipe away, from our minds and hearts. I miss you Papa. I think I always will.✨️❤️

FRIENDS FOR LIFE ✨️❤️

Friends – An essential part of all our lives. I’ve often wondered about the basis on which I’ve made my friends. Is there some common characteristic that makes us gel as individuals? Is it common interests and activities? What is it that makes me get along so well with certain people and not so well with others? What is it that makes me sometimes connect with someone almost instantly?

In the process of introspection, I discovered that the friends I’ve made during the course of my life have become my friends for a wide variety of reasons. 

There have been those who became my friends by default; due to the fact that we lived in the same building, or because we happened to be in the same class in school or college. But then again, not every person who lives in my building and every classmate was a good friend of mine. So, what then was that secret ingredient in my special friendships that made us such great pals?

In most cases, I think it was just some common ground that existed between us. Common interests, similar value systems, a common outlook or way of looking at life and things like that. In the case of some of my friends, I think we liked and enjoyed the same things, like music for example, because of which we ended up being great friends. With some of my friends, the connection was instant. It didn’t take long for us to become friends. With others, the friendships didn’t happen overnight, but they grew with time.

When I sit back and think, of all the friends I’ve made in my life, I realize that I have generally associated with ‘happy’ people or people who spread joy, just by being themselves. The people who I’ve loved to hang around with, have always been people with a very positive attitude to everything in life. People who love to smile and make others smile, were topmost on my list of friends. 

This brings me to the conclusion that most of the good friends I’ve made in life, have been those who were like me, in some way or the other. I guess we like to associate with people, who possess and reflect similar character traits.

I’ve made innumerable friends in the past 27 years; and every single one of them has been my friend for a reason. Whatever the reasons, I’m just glad to have been blest with so many friends. Each of them has been a part of my life at different stages of my growth; but each of them has been an invaluable part of it. From every single one of them, knowingly or unknowingly, I’ve picked up something or the other, that has helped to shape the person I am today. For that, I am 'Grateful'.

I may not be in touch with every single one of them today; but they will always be my FRIENDS FOR LIFE.✨️❤️

FLEETING MOMENTS OF TIME ✍️

Time flies by -
In the twinkling of an eye
The moment vanishes,
The day draws to a close,
The months float away,
And years disappear into nothingness.

Time flies by -
Unseen, unheard
It wanders off.
No mortal being
Can even make an attempt
To stop it in it’s tracks.

Time flies by -
It takes with it
Every angry word spoken,
Every unpleasant occurrence
And every tiny second,
That could have been put to fruitful use.

Time flies by -
It leaves behind,
Precious memories
Of unforgettable moments
Shared with loved ones,
To hold and cherish forever.

Time flies by -
And paves the way
For new people to come into our lives,
For fresh memories to be created,
For exciting events to occur,
For exhilarating new beginnings.✨️✍️

WINDS OF CHANGE ✍️

Some of my friends, who didn’t know me when I was a child, recently saw a picture of me as a 4-year-old child. Apart from the smile, most of them found it really hard to believe that the cute little girl in the picture was ‘me’. Time has changed the way I look to such an extent, that the baby version of me, bears hardly any resemblance to the grown-up me. The features have altered a lot and the same person, now looks like two completely different individuals.

As I looked at the two pictures of myself, I thought of this saying that I’ve often heard. It states that, ‘Change is the only constant in life’. 

Looking back at my life thus far, I realize how much truth there is, in that one statement. As ironic as it may sound, it is the constant changes that happen in our life, that keep our life on track. If not for them, our life would be like a stagnant pool of water, lacking energy and vivacity. 

The varied experiences that we have everyday, the different people that we encounter at every stage of our lives and the diverse situations that we come across, somehow all contribute to the steady progress that we make in life. They help to spice up our lives and make it worth living.

From the day I was born upto this day in my life, 27 years later; so many things have changed in my life. 

I was born in Bandra and then 4 years later, moved to a new suburb that was to be my home for most of my growing years. Now, having lived in Borivali for over two decades, I’ve grown so accustomed to this place, that I wonder what it would feel like, if I ever have to leave it, to go and live somewhere else. 

Bidding farewell to my school, I was anxious about what college life would be like. However, by the time I had to leave college, I had grown so attached to it, that parting ways from the place and the friends I’d made there, was heart-wrenching.

My life as a student, started off sitting on one side of the classroom amidst my peers, looking at my teachers with so much of expectation in my eyes. Today, I find myself standing on the other side of the classroom, with 60 pairs of eyes looking at me, with that same expectation.

The building where I reside has seen its share of alterations as well. Many of the neighbours that I grew up with, have moved away over the years. I’ve seen old neighbours pave the way for new ones. So many of the friends I’ve grown up with in this vicinity, now have spouses and kids of their own. 

There’s just no end to the list of things, that have changed in and around me. There are times, when these changes have happened gradually. At other times, the swift pace at which the change has taken place, has literally taken my breath away.

I’ve realized that if I went on to list out, all the changes that have taken place in my life, I would completely run out of paper; thereby proving the statement, that change is indeed one of most constant aspects of life itself. As long as life exists, things will evolve and keep changing. Sometimes, these changes will be acceptable to me. At other times, it may bring pain and a sense of loss. There may also be occasions when changes are a sign of new beginnings and fresh starts.

All in all though, change is something that is difficult to do without. The earth and the universe itself, is constantly evolving; and if the mighty universe, cannot withstand the winds of change, then we are but mere mortals and our efforts to resist change, would be totally insignificant. The only way to cope with the constantly changing world therefore, would be to go with the flow and live life one moment at a time. ✍️

THE YOUNG ONES ✍️

A LESSON FOR LIFE -
'FROM THE MOUTHS OF LITTLE KIDS COMETH FORTH WISDOM'.

“In the Education of children there is nothing like
alluring the interest and affection;
otherwise you only make so many asses laden with books.”
- Michel De Montaigne, French moralist and essayist.

As an English Teacher, one of our aims is to help our children, develop the art of communicating in the English language, both orally and in writing. In the process of our classroom interactions, there are many instances when my students and I, go way beyond the topic at hand. 

Children at a younger age have an extremely active imagination, that is still to be tampered with by adult minds. Their thought processes are unadulterated, and their hearts are pure.

Contrary to what most adults believe about little children, I have always been of the opinion, that the young children in today’s world, are extremely aware and conscious about things that happen around them. Their tender minds do think about complex issues, that they watch on their television screens, or that they hear their parents speaking about. 

What is required of me as a teacher therefore, is just to help them, to channelize their thoughts and feelings.

Some months ago I conducted a small exercise, for the students of Class 5 at school. For us in Mumbai, the memory of the 7/11 bomb blasts was still very fresh then. Many of the children had someone known to them, who was either injured or killed in those blasts. 

So, I first spoke to them about the issue and asked them how they felt, having experienced something as terrible as this, at such a young age. While fear, anxiety, sadness and anger were very common feelings, there were also a few who said that they wondered why such a thing had happened to our city. I realized that so many of them had stories to tell. 

Mumbai is such a large city, with a population literally spilling out of it; and yet, almost everyone knew someone else, who had been affected by that tragedy. I discovered that little children in Class 5, had grown up well before their time. This incident had weakened some of them, and toughened others. It had made some of them worry, and some of them think about revenge, at the tender age of 10 and 11.

After giving them a chance to express their feelings about the event verbally, I focussed my attention on 'Mr. Terrorist'. I tried to help the children understand, that the whole Muslim community was not to blame for acts such as these, just because the suspects happened to be Muslims. 

Having established that fact, I then asked the children to write 'A Letter to Mr. Terrorist', telling him how they felt about all that had happened, on and after 7/11. 

Most of the children, wrote about how they were frightened, when their parents came home late that day. Many of them mentioned feelings of sadness, at the loss of so many innocent lives. 

However, some of the answers literally surprised me. It taught me, how little children think so differently, from mature adults.

Here are some extracts, from the letters that had a slightly different tone to them,

“Everyone says you don’t have a heart, but that cannot be true, since every human being has a heart”

“People say that a terrorist can never change, but I know that you can change”

“I pray to God that he may not punish you, if you can only try to do some good deeds, to make up for what you did.”

These answers came 'straight from the heart', and they touched my heart as well.

We teach our children to be 'Forgiving'. This activity taught me that little children are ready to forgive, even the gravest wrong. Their power of expression, communicated a valuable lesson to me as well. ✍️