Are they different?

As i entered the 3rd grade of Pantnagar municipal school there was silence. The curious eyes staring me, the ebullient minds wanted to know 'who's this new didi?'. They all greeted me but before they could ask i took a seat next to Roshni(smart and confident girl 8yrs old, later became my good friend). Break time was over,hurriedly the kids where reaching out to their desks and the class incharge was counting.."5..4...3...2...1" "Knowledge is our power, reach for the stars" babbled the class of 30 students.This is the theme for the academic year.The class resumed for their session and i was to attend it.
My thesis is on schools for underprivileged.The focus is on municipal schools and the various teaching methods being adopted. This will help me come with a design that excites the children to come to school and gain knowledge. Through sources I got to know about an organization doing exceedingly well in creating awareness and educating poor kids.And so i chose one amongst the set of schools where this organisation has a trainee assigned.Since this trainee and i are coeval and share a common friend, it made my job painless.
This blog has actually come out of certain realizations. First being, the thing that is available easily, isnt valued. These kids come from the lower class or the poor sections of the society. The BMC arranges for their food, clothes(uniform), books and these kids can teach us how to show differential regards towards it. The second being, there's a lot of manpower, awareness and tenacity required to improve the pitiable conditions of society. The two trainees had trained the same lot last year and communicating with her unfolded various problems. These include getting down to slums and requesting parents to send their kids to school.Mendicancy is yet another problem to deal with.The admission of kids in municipal schools is uncertain. The same batch has kids of varying age hence the grasping power varies. Some have been transferred from marathi or hindi medium to english medium grade. There are few physically challenged kids and so they need special attention. Gathering funds for the kids is also an extensive task. But this trainee has indeed done a remarkable job. This is her second year of service in the esteemed organization and i believe she has succeeded in bringing a positive change.
Her class undoubtedly stood out from the rest in terms of behavior, discipline, cleanliness and social conduct. Students themselves have made 5 groups named STAR, WORLD, FRIENDS ,DREAMS AND SMART. All had their group in charge helping didi in various tasks. This brought in, a sense of leadership and responsibility. I was pleasantly surprised to see them talking in english(taking efforts atleast), actively participating in the discussions, raising their hands to put up their views, showing their agreement and disagreement with thumbs up and down and obediently following the instructions. The class had charts, pictures, drawings, stickers and a section where the individual conduct of a child was marked. The one who receives a star badge at the end of month will go on a date with didi. Undeniably this exercise elicited the kids to perform and behave so that their wish could come true.
There's no denying the fact that the tremendous growth has come out of a lot of patience and perseverance from the teacher. It's the sense of responsibility which motivates you to put in vigorous efforts. I raise respect to all those who have devoted their time, money and love to this noble cause.

though crazy but easy to understand..:)

Well ! Many must have heard, the one of the amusing dailogues "Zindagi rail ki patri hai... ek inch ka dent aur milon ki duri" from the movie Jab We Met.

Discerning certain circumstances or things to project the truth of life is very common and natural in our Indian society. Born with some of those traits i too created one such perception. Driving folks will understand it better.

Recently i had gone out driving my four wheeler. With full enthusiasm i got into the car and successfully started. Smoothly on the first gear. Crossed few meters and to gain momentum swung to the second . My car and I were very comfortable on the streets of my vicinity. I was engrossed in the song being played on the system and accelerated. Completely soaked in the pleasure of the ride i dint realize that the engine was getting loaded. It started to snarl and then i had two options either to gear up or to slow down. If it had been on highway with smooth roads, i would have geared and raced, but my destination was nearby hence i pulled back to first gear and slowly halted.

Similarly in any relation one must be cognizant of the problems and aftermath of stressing oneself or the other. Certain monotony will bring in the rough patch and may worsen the state. Its advisable to understand one's state of emotions' and 'no emotions', and accordingly make your own volition.

I remember ,after one of the driving lessons with my dad he had said,"BACCHI its not that difficult, you just need to know the basics then be it i20 or BMW it wont bother you."

indeed splendid day

reached late at the station,hurriedly got into the 3 wheeler and sped to the theater where my friends were waiting. constant calls asking' did u leave?'' where have u reached?'' how much time will u take?' were not helping me either to stay calm. through the way i was thinking finally i will meet my friends after a long vacation...:) the thought has always been the secret of my energy:)

as usual friends greeted not with 'hi, hullo' but it was like 'uncle isi ka ticket hai, moti kitna time lagta hai? chal movie start ho chuki lekin gujju mein".' ??????' was my reaction.

gaily we entered the theater and on the ramp itself held ourselves straight for the national anthem. this anthem was different. not just with some alterations in music but also it was by the deaf -dumb kids. the passion shown by the kids (under 13), the effort to show it effortless deeply touched me. i felt proud of them and felt myself blessed.

with the given 'chasma' as one of my friends call it we were to see this cutest movie 'KUNG FU PANDA 2'....WOW

from start till the intermission i was fascinated by the direction,the animation , the lively characters, colors,action and the various fun elements of the movie. for kids it was actual treat to the eyes.they were laughing, making sounds,yelling as the effect seemed to engulf us. y i said intermission because till fifteen min after the movie started again i was searching for my 'chasma' which i thought to have been taken away by friends for prank but was found hiding underneath the chair between the adjacent one..i know i missed some of the beautiful effects by then:(

the army of devil peacock, the dragon warriors PO, tigeress, master SHIFU,the adopted dad i would say MR. PING are so well characterized. they seem soft stuffed toys as the stitches of the joints were visible.

movie also held the message of searching for your INNER PEACE. i doubt how the kids must have taken it as the landscape and architecture along with the picturization kept them fantasizing but its something we must learn. though it was shown dramatically with the fireball in real life we too need to find that tool that weapon within us to fight back and its mostly the peace that helps. for this i will have to write a new philosophical blog :P

all thanks to jennifer nelson and dream works animation for coming up with this splendid sequel worth watching with my dearest buddies..

Here's How I Start

ah!!it was 3 in the morning when i suddenly got up..realising i was still on bed, i started wondering what made me wake up?? not a bad dream(since i couldn't recall), not because of any academic pressure, not because of anything i could guess... seriously i wanted to sleep rather than waking up.

but there was something holding on. i gazed at the ceiling,removed the curtains to c who all in my society are accompanying me n believe me wen i say i started singing lorries to myself. it sounded unrythmic, worse, compared to how sweetly my mom used to sing to me thus started missing my mom. but it wasnt the time to call her and tell her that! i got up, took rounds in my own room, my yawns were kind of assuring me that yes now u can sleep but as soon i lay on bed closed my eyes i couldn't.

again i stood up to struggle..took rounds and started talking to myself what will help me sleep? thought about academics and there was a yawn and i got happy that now i will surely sleep but nope that wasn't it. close to my bed is my radio and that too was singing songs like 'ab ke sawan aise barse' and jiyein to jiyein kaise ,bin aapke' oh !such tragic song to hear.

then came to my mind lets write something, but what? dairy entry??? as m not at all into this task.but then one thing stricked me and this is how i anxiously opened my blog account created 4 years back but left unattended since then.

i am a beginner and really know nothing much as to how to start or end..but there's this feeling that be it anything its my wall and i can write what i feel like.

now what i think about is did my disturbed sleep has initiated me to write develop this skill further? as for now i have decided to look after my blog account. it missed me called me as i missed my mom...:)

oh its been 2 hrs now..and since i feel fresh to sleep i will say gud bye...