Friday, August 29, 2014

A tough story to tell

It is going to be a tough story to tell today. I have delayed telling it because it required a breakdown to happen. It required something to break on the surface to ooze out something from within. May be I was bleeding internally, and now only I have decided to allow it to come out.

I have gone underground in a way that all I can look at is a basement where everything is covered with white sheets. I have left the most vulnerable part of me in that basement, to keep it safe. People are seeing somebody else, someone liberated, someone happy, someone in control, someone with potential to succeed. That's very good, they say. Where do you find a person like that these days? So I keep my fingers crossed that people keep seeing that when they see me, because my fear is that truth is victorious always, and what they are seeing is not truth.

A couple of months ago, I wrote an article on this blog on how the battle I was fighting for my father was already lost. But I was still struggling to keep that fight alive. In the process, making myself grow years in just few months. I kept fighting. He kept fighting. He kept giving up. I kept giving up too. And in that entire battle we didn't know who we were fighting with. Against the course of life?

A friend of mine once told me that human minds have been trained for centuries to face life and death. But that doesn't make facing death easy.

On 21st July, my father bid us farewell. I cried on the stairs of the hospital for half an hour just after that. Cried on the last rites for fifteen minutes. But since then, I haven't cried. Those tears are in some secret land far away or may be in that basement. Throughout the process of winding up my parents' home, I took as many responsibility as I can. After I joined my office, I made sure that people don't stop laughing because there is something terrible happened in my life. I acted normal. Mostly restricting myself not to share it with everyone until unless people themselves approached me to hear.

I talked to old friends. Few of them, I gave a call myself. And told them without showing any kind of emotion. Just plain story of what went wrong as if I am telling about a dear friend's father and not mine. May be not even a dear friend. May be somebody unknown, somebody else's terrible story which was not mine.

And since then, I have made sure to run away from accepting that story as mine. I wrote "Late" in my father's name in the pension form without my hand trembling. I talked about his Death Certificate as if it was a document without allowing it to go beyond a point, reading it just to verify details, taking photocopies without differentiating from a regular government id. Practical and realist? Or just a cold-blooded living under water animal? The latter made me good looking! People find me happy and in-control.Somebody who is strong.

I wonder what I am doing is making me my  strongest or weakest version? More dead than alive, I would say. But there is nothing much choice I have in the entire situation but to channelize every single quantum of emotion in the form of a sincere responsibility. Of a woman who wants to take care of her mom suffering from Alzheimer. And making sure that this battle is not as easily lost as the previous one.

I have a scar to live with. Somewhere when there was time to hold the rope tighter, I just accepted the power of nature against my human limitations and let that rope slip from my hand. My papa's Doctor said to me that his heart says that he should have survived more but his head says, his suffering needed to bring to an end. My heart says, and so does the head, I should have kept fighting till the end.

 I gave up as soon as I saw defeat, much before the actual defeat happened.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Sea Dreamer

This post is named after a beautiful song by Sting/Anoushka Shanker

Loved where he says, how the secrets of moonlight will take him where the sun meets the water and sky breaks free. What a beautiful description of dawn!

My days are busy at work. But my parents' health continue to worries me. Feels so helpless sometimes and yet other times tries to give all the possible rationals to myself.

We have appointed a new principal at our school. She has done Vipassana too. Third in my office :-)

She is such a disciplined person. She is first one to come to school and almost the last one to leave. She doens't mind coming even on weekends too. She wakes at 4 AM and is there at school  by 8. She wears these beautiful cotton sarees that I just love.

My students are having some great time too with me! They don't mind studying Math all day with me and we tomorrow are going to have our first ever 5 hour Math class! They are far behind but they are smart. Kids always are! Of course, it means that I will have to put in some extra hours for other assignments that I have. But these students are amazing. While all my Ummmeed students were stud and rowdy, these kids are sincere and have just little naughtiness on their faces that makes my day brighter every morning.

As I sleep tonight, I dream for tranquility of the sea as described in this song. I want to wake up tomorrow for a new dawn, for a more hard working day, for ability to bear more pain and for energy full of worthiness.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Students driven learning

We often enter into classrooms where teachers are having a monologue while students are listening, making notes, writing down, solving. But there is a power in students driven learning. I am teaching IX and X grade students these days, just to support them in Math while schools are closed for summer vacation.

My students struggle with questions like 7x3 =21, or -3 + 4 =1.

I just did a quick thing today. Some students took the roles of quizmasters and others were participants. While the quizmasters asked questions like 7x5 - 8 x 6 and calculated the answers, the participants answered these questions in less than 10 seconds. The end result - stronger, motivated and confident students.

There were other feedback which I gave them - about how the scorer is more involved in the quiz then scoring properly, how the particpants gets nervous when a question is asked, how the winning team had a great teamwork behind them and how they can maintain calmness in a competitive environment.

The point is simple - "Be your own teacher and be your own disciple"

I am just there to help!

Monday, May 19, 2014

Despite the rains, we had a Math Camp

We organized a Math Camp yesterday evening in the neighboring community. The objective was to know our neighbors, spread a word about our school initiatives and have some fun with kids. Our team was working really hard. They got up at 4 AM to ensure the newspapers have the pamphlets, then they went on distributing the pamphlets, and then they were busy with all day with putting up a tent, chairs, tables, signboards, school banner, packing up gifts etc.

At just about 4 PM, as everything was set, it started raining! All of us thought all our efforts will be washed away. My team members faces were becoming long. But kids are kids! They started walking in. Their parents started bringing them in under the umbrellas. At 4.10 PM, when the rain was dripping down the tent, drenching us, we had around 25 students who were with us, ready for their first ever Math camp in the community!

And we started our quiz without getting worried of how much rains we still were going to get. Our scoredboard was too wet for writing, our papers were getting wet in a second but our students were ready and our quizmaster was ready. Our first quiz was a success. There were people looking from their verandahs and we had 15 more students walking in another half an hour, and next 10 in another half an hour.

What a spirit of the children! They can keep going, drenching in the rain under a tent, and still participating! We next asked students to learn more about our methods of teaching after they were finished with their quiz, and we got some motivating responses, right from, "Will we just have one class?" to "I never learned like this before". 

We ended around 7 PM in the evening, the rain stopped around 5:30, and we all knew that we are going to have an encore pretty soon, for our happiness and for the kids! :-D

Even the rains cannot stop us!