Thursday, June 11, 2020

Ruminations of a classroom.


Lockdown days...
It's been three months now, since I miss my classroom. I can strongly feel the voidity in my classroom. On a moments glance, I saw the world evolving into a different realm. Now I get a real example of Charles Darwin's Theory, "The survival of the fittest". Each and each second of life shows a disclaimer whether you might outlive the novel Corona virus, if infected upon.

Though the classes run online now, I detest the virtual learning at any cost - leaving my satiation point sink below the line in teaching. Yet my kids appear to be happy with the online teaching platform except the momentary network glitches that is freely offered in between the classes.

Two days back, I went to my classroom and felt the comfort of my chair. Oh dear! I miss the comfiness you gifted me, amidst the busy and long lectures i delivered, standing for hours in the class. The class appears to be hushed silent, which I wished I had while my students were in my classroom. The walls which resounded with the laughter,gossips and stories of friends, complaints of parents seemed to have lost touch. The benches and desks that have cradled many a number of students over the years stood motionless. A gentle and quite sleep......

The whiteboard  looked scarless. It has been three months since I last fondled him with my diagrams and notes. The air conditioners, the projector and other electronic devices agreed with the silence that room had to carry along. 
The potential energy that the room contained  was not agreeable to my senses, though I am getting used to it. Yet, What is a classroom without face to face learning, without random jokes, comments, scoldings, unexpected questioning and much above getting deviated from the subject matter taught, when the faces of students brightens up exhibiting, "Don't stop...Pleaseeeeeee Sir"

Unexpected is the re-opening, though the show has to go on. And I have to play the clown for the academic year wearing different attires and faces for different subjects, students and parents.

Hope to see everything gets back to normal without risking much of human life.

Wednesday, June 03, 2020

River of agony via a letter


When thoughts starts hitting and there is no other way, rather than letting it flow like a river.

To Emer (My soul, who has been graciously named)