DIWALI BREAK 😊✍️

Diwali holidays for a teacher, brings with it the dreaded load of corrections. Bundles of papers that just never seem to end. Reading the same answers over and over again. Handwriting that occasionally drives one up the wall with irritation; and sometimes answers that defy logic completely. So basically, ever since I've been a teacher, Diwali Holidays haven't really been the best time to chill out and take a break.

Of course, the light at the end of this dark, never-ending tunnel though, are the 'School Tours' that I make it a point to go for every year, during this time. No doubt, going on these tours takes away a few precious days, from the time I would have been able to utilize, in finishing my corrections. However, by cutting down on my sleep and completely stressing myself out, I somehow try my best, to balance the two; simply because the joy these tours bring to me, makes it truly worth the effort.

So, am almost a week into my 3 week Diwali break. My corrections are far from over. I'm trying my level best, to make the optimum use of the time I have left, to finish the corrections, and do justice to every paper that I have to assess, at the same time. 

During this week, I've also been on my first tour for the year. I accompanied 75 of my X std boys and about 9 of my colleagues from work, to the 'susegaad' and laid-back land of the scorching sun, GOA, for about 3-4 days.🌊🌴

Right through this trip though, I found myself experiencing a tremendous sense of deja vu at every step of the way. The reason for this was that I'd gone on the same tour, stayed at the same hotel, and visited the same spots, just a year ago, with the previous batch of students. 

So, almost every experience seemed like a repetition of the previous year. I kept seeing flashes of moments, from last years trip, everywhere I went. The jokes, the faces of the students from the previous batch, the unforgettable memories, kept popping into my head from time to time. I had such an amazing time the previous year, that just a day into the trip, I began to wonder; whether this trip, would be able to match up to it at all.🤔

Thankfully, I've been blest with a personality, that enables me to have fun in whatever situation I'm in. So, despite the uncertainty in my mind, about how this trip would turn out; I actually ended up having loads and loads of fun. 

Breaking the ice with the boys took a little longer this time. I guess the reason for this, was the fact that I hadn't taught these boys, for about two years before this. So, our interaction over the past couple of years, had been limited; and during this year, had been largely restricted to the classroom, which isn't very informal. Of course, while on a trip, I make it a point to have fun, no matter what; and I guess that's exactly what I did.

What I enjoyed most about this trip was the fact that we teachers got a chance to interact with the boys, in a way that is a little difficult at school. When at school, stricter rules have to be followed; and discipline has to be maintained, to ensure the smooth functioning of the institution. On a tour like this, the rules can be relaxed to a certain extent; and the interaction can become a little more informal than it is in school. 

I thoroughly enjoyed all the fun moments singing, joking and laughing together. The secrets that were let out of the bag during this trip, caused the boys a lot of grief; because things that were only between them and their friends, had now become common knowledge, and their school teachers had also become aware of them. 

Of course, they need not fear cause once we get back from a trip, our lips are sealed. On the contrary though, I think these admissions and confessions only gave us an opportunity, to see our boys in a completely different light. We got to see a side of them, that we didn't really expect.😊

Having taught this particular batch of boys from Classes 5-7, I'd always thought of them as little kids. When I joined the school way back in 2004, they were just chintus in the V Std. Somehow,I didn't get a chance to teach them in Classes 8 and 9; and so, now in Class 10, there suddenly seemed to be a gap, not just in our interaction with one another, but also in my perception of them. 

The same boys that I'd only perceived as little kids had now grown up and there seemed to be two whole years of their growing up, that I had missed along the way; thereby making it difficult for me to understand, how much they'd grown and changed over the past couple of years. This batch also has a lot of students, that I'm teaching for the very first time this year; again a reason, for almost no interaction beyond the classroom, in the last 5 years.

I guess, this lack of interaction though, actually ended up being a blessing in disguise. What I really enjoyed about this trip was discovering so much more about my boys. I was introduced to them, their lives, their mischief, their thoughts, their dreams, their world; and these are all things, that are very difficult to discover, within the four walls of the classroom. 

I'm very grateful to God for giving me this opportunity to go on a trip like this once again, because it's moments like these, that make me happy to be a teacher. 

Moments that I can spend in the company of my boys. 

Moments when we can share a laugh together. Moments when we actually get a chance to become a part of one another's lives, to a very small extent. 

I thank God for blessing me with special moments like these, every once in a while. 

My boys will pass out of school within the next few months; but it is the memories of these special moments, that I will savour and cherish forever.

...And I hope and pray that they will remember us and these moments, for a long time as well. Thanks to all the boys who accompanied us on this trip, for making it a memorable one.✨️❤️