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ALTRUISM AT ITS BEST

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The dictionary states the meaning of ‘altruism‘ as unselfish regard or devotion to the welfare of others .

If that be so , there can be no better champion of altruism than a teacher .

A teacher is ‘born’ for the sake of children.

Its very difficult to pinpoint the moment when her / his altruistic journey begins.

There is no course or syllabus that can totally equip the teacher  with the much needed  ‘ child facing techniques’. There are hundreds of theories that she/he rote learns but none prepares them for dealing with the most spontaneous , pure and intelligent of the species – the child.

All theories fly out of the window when the teacher is left alone in a class full of expectant and dynamic energies.

There is no single glove that fits all hands , there is no single trick that works the magic.

Gauging , innocent , mysterious eyes watch every single move of the teacher (no mother in law in any Hindi serial can beat this 🙂 )

She is ‘one’ and the class is ‘ many’. And the teacher is devoted to all.

The teacher  does not give up.

Emotions are at the heart of what teachers do and why they do it. Educators take up  teaching with dreams of changing the odds for disadvantaged children, inspiring a love for learning or developing critical thinkers.

Maths and Language are taught through books  but there are no periods  for teaching ‘thank you ‘ ‘please’ and ‘ May I ?’.

Those are not a part of the teacher’s  penned down role and responsibilities , but it’s a given.

Teaching is an emotional practise but no teacher training college has a curriculum that helps them build these competencies.

The teacher takes it up very very bravely and goes ‘beyond the curriculum’.

She still does not give up.

A teacher is required to be omnipresent . The Prime Minister of a nation can manage to take a trip overseas but the teacher finds it impossible to leave the class even for a minute . Tired muscles and aching feet – a smiling child is all they need !

The school bell rings but it doesn’t cut off the teacher’s umblical cord. She carries the children in her heart and mind (and these days the phone 🙂 as well )

Her family is the audience to a hundred tales of  children in  her class. Their antics , their concerns , their behaviour is passed around more than the casserole at the dining table . Her students squeeze into her ‘family time ‘ so very neatly.

There are so many rules in the school almanac that talk about how to deal with children.

But there is no rule  in the Parent Handbook that talks about ‘How to treat your child’s teacher?’.

She faces parental disappointments , their anxieties and fears like a champ.

She still doesn’t give up

Literacy is a given goal but she takes great effort in cultivating emotional literacy as well. She diligently makes progress notes, tracks family history and studies children’s behaviour in the playfield, library and all arenas out of the classroom as well. Does she need to do that ?

I guess not but still does so , for some strange reason.

There are many  who dare to mock and call her ‘just a teacher . The pay cheque at the end of the month never spirals her  to the HNI segment , nor entitles her to enjoy  a bank’s wealth management services.

She still does not give up.

Children graduate to the next class and eventually storm the world and make their own niche place. Some come back with an occasional thank you note and some do not. She knows that years later , she may just be reduced to a middle spot in the class photograph .

She still does not give up.

Rules and policies change more often than the text books  and many a times they clam and choke her.

She still does not give up. She is doggedly loyal to her children.

All she remembers is that those 20 or 30 or 40 cherubic faces in her class are dependent on her . And that gives her a motive.

No pay slip , no promotion and no appointment letter drives her. What drives her is that she feels ‘good about doing good ‘. She gets a helpers high . It is the children who energise her.

She neglects her health and willingly sacrifices her ‘me time ‘ for her class children.

She dares to nurture those ‘not borne from her womb’

Can there be a better example of altruism ?

On this Children’ s Day , let us salute these altruism unsung heroes and send out a cheer for them.

 

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LADY CRUSH

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The RJ on the radio is talking to the cine actress , Neena Gupta , basking in critical acclaim after the recent success of her newly released Hindi movie , “Badhai Ho”. The female RJ claims to have had a ‘Lady crush’ on Neena Gupta ever since the RJ  was a young child, sitting besides her mother and watching the actress storm the daily soap scene on Television.

The word ‘lady crush’ has stayed in my mind ever since and gave birth to a whirlwind of thoughts and sorts .

Having a ‘lady crush’ simply means to admire a member of the fairer sex, to look up to a female of the species , nurture a wish to emulate a lady idol or to simply  adore a girl /woman for a hundred reasons !

The choice lies solely in the eyes or heart of the admirer.

Why confine the word crush to the opposite sex or rather,why limit it to the opposite sex alone. Is ‘same gender’ appreciation  a taboo ? Or a rare phenomenon ?

Absolutely not .

An honest confession of a ‘lady crush’ breaks the commonly held myth that women can seldom admire each other.

Women can and actually do idolise  each other pretty much. It’s just that they get caught in the quagmire of ‘stereotyped boundaries ‘ and don’t break out into an ode or a song or a couplet for the same gender.  At the most ,we dare to hero worship our mothers or sisters , but seldom our contemporay female friends / co workers / partners.

We over think in this regard, perhaps. Apprehensions seize our thoughts before they dare to be expressed.

Let me confess openly that I have had more lady crushes than a so called boy crush

I have a lady crush on the young and vibrant actress Alia Bhatt for her sheer star presence on screen.

I have a huge lady crush on Sushmita Sen for daring to be a young single mother of two girls .

I have a strong lady crush on my middle aged school Principal who conducts herself with such elan and grace .

And I have a huge lady crush on my very own young daughter who is such a tigress and faces life with an attitude akin to what Simba had in the movie , The Lion King .

Admiration and adoration are not gender bound or age bound .

I would say they are ‘charisma ‘ bound !

Let’s get some admiration out of our Pandora boxes …..

Time for all my  friends to share their thoughts.

Who do you have a lady crush on ?

You may leave your comments  in the Comment box below

Remember , appreciation works wonders !

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TEACHER – BALLOONS ?

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Balloons fascinate children as much as stories do .

Have you seen a child run after a balloon ? Her face is a pure vision of joy , focus, excitement and fascination .

Is there anyone who has not played with balloons in their childhood ?

Undeniably  balloons have been a part of every childhood – be it ours or even our parents and grandparents.

Air filled balloons may have slowly given in to helium filled ones but no birthday or celebration is complete without balloons .

If a party is festooned with balloons , the child will forever be looking wistfully at them.

The best take aways after every children’s party are the hand me down balloons . Even with the most expensive return gift in hand , the child will say , “Can I take that balloon as well ?”  .

Strangely , as we grow up , balloons form less and less, a part of our life .
Isn’t that strange ?  Why should that be so ?

Let us introspect ….

Balloons and children are so similar .

Balloons are vibrant and always wanting to fly . So do children.

Balloons  always want to bounce higher and higher . So do children.

Balloons are simple to manipulate – no folds , no layers, no gadgetry  . Children are just as easy to understand .

Balloons know no excuses .Big or small, green or yellow – all of them want to bounce higher. Just  like children.

Balloons form ‘play’ wherever they are placed. For children too , life is a playground, no matter where they are .

Balloons never tire , they are always ready for a bounce. So are children

Balloons inspire children to chase , bounce and jump. Such valuable life lessons . Isn’t life meant to be like that ?

Nothing can keep a balloon down for very long. Balloons teach us to rise after every fall. They are as resilient as a child .

If a red balloon bursts, children shift to the blue one or the next. “Oh ! that’s down and out, never mind, let me go for the next one”. Balloon play teaches our children such positive self talk .

Balloons carry no burden , they are as light as ‘today’ . There is no baggage of ‘yesterday’ or ‘tomorrow’. Children are as light in spirit as the balloon, isn’t it ?

Would it be right to say that children live life balloon style ?

So what happens when children begin to grow up and get infected by all adult worries , concerns and fears.

Our worries and concerns slow them down. Bouncing up requires an effort.

Life is no longer a playground, it begins to map out into a survival ground .

Getting up after fall is difficult as we begin to carry so much weight .
Weight of yesterday and weight of tomorrow .

With passing years , our energy begins to deflate .

Perhaps that is why the balloons slip away from our world………….

Time to change that.

Come, let us go back to being like a balloon aka a child.

And not let the balloon slip away from our child’s hands either.

Let us model to our kids that the air in the balloon is equal to the good that we do . The more the good, the more we bounce, because  good that we do keeps us happy and afloat .

The minute we  lose out on the joy of present  and lose faith in ourselves , we begin to lose air .

A simple inexpensive balloon teaches us what the most expensive possessions cannot.

Go, grab the balloon , you and your child, and never let it go .

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IT’S MY BIRTHDAY

adult-baby-beautiful-1115786Call me old fashioned or nostalgic, there is something about celebrating your child’s birthday at home that tugs at your heart.

Maybe its the month of October and festivities, maybe it’s the anticipation of festivities that ushers in such feelings.

The Millennial parents these days spend considerable energy, effort, planning and of course a great deal of money in hosting their toddlers / Preschoolers birthdays at all kinds of fancy joints. Themed Adventure Parks, Water Sports Arenas, McDonalds, Pizza Hut and the likes of it make a decent killing by opening their doors for such celebrations.

By no means do I stand on any judgement here and nor am I questioning such preferences. I quite understand the challenges faced by the millennial parents due to nuclear family structures and the hectic work schedules, which leave the young parents with less time and even lesser energy to plan such events at home.

I am simply trying to paint the canvas with some birthday celebration hues. The choice of frame is entirely yours.

Let’s begin with the child’s third Birthday celebration, as the first two are more for the parent than for the child, isn’t it?

By age 3, children are stepping out of the ‘ego’ stage (My Mummy! My Papa!) and begin learning how to make friends, jump the trampoline , know the meaning of a ‘gift’ and the word ‘party’. They want to contribute in household chores and want to listen to more and more stories.

They begin to understand that Birthdays mean cake, friends, fun and lots of people around.

In this state, if you announce that their Birthday party is going to be hosted at home, you will see a whole new  face of your child cropping up .

You are likely to be bombarded with such questions:

Will I get lots of presents?

Can I have gems on my cake?

Please show me picture of my last birthday?

Can I not invite my younger brother / sister? 🙂

Will I have to share my presents?

Will you make pizza?

You mean all my friends can come over to my home?

Post the announcement, think like a budding entrepreneur – this  is the perfect time  to tap the excitement and allocate age appropriate responsibilities for the party , like :

  • Your room has to be super clean , dear
  • Let’s pick up 5 toys that you are willing to share
  • Let’s pick up 10 books that you are willing to share
  • You get to choose what colour icing to put on your cake.
  • You get a chance to help mummy & papa bake the cake
  • Let’s make triangle sandwiches!
  • You will be the host standing at the door receiving all your friends!

And that’s the day your child can learn real life lessons.

The excitement will build up days before the party. Take your child shopping with you, be it groceries or return gifts.

Let you child stretch with you when you bend or step up the ladder to bring out the extra cutlery.

” Ah! that’s where she keeps the extra spoons!  “(Your child will make many such ‘Columbus’ discoveries)

If papa has to contribute for creating the fun game – Tailing the donkey – he will receive willful help and attention from the child.

“Go, get some of your crayons “, says the parent. And off the young one dashes.

“Get me some more chart paper”. Your child runs like a budding athlete and you didn’t know that!

“Let’s clean up the mess as your room has to be looking the best for the party “. Action follows and you can almost beat the ‘Housekeeping team ‘ of the best hotel in town.

“Will you lay the table for your friends “. Likely reply, ” oh yes, but the cake has to kept where no one but me can reach it! ”

And then arrives the big day. Your home will be the epicenter of so much of vibrant energy.

Curious kids, excited kids, naughty kids and hurricane kids 🙂

There will perhaps be some orange stains on your carpets, a few fingerprints on your sofa and the dining room may resemble a battle field at the end of the day.

But the memories you will create, the energy you will generate, the life skills that you will help build and the adrenaline that will flow, will be unmatchable.

Your young prodigy will have a secret hint of admiration, joy and pride in his/ her eyes that you may perhaps find difficult to read and the young one may find no words to express the same.

Your child will begin to nurture a strong sense of pride in his home and parents hereafter.

Big or small, yellow or white – that’s his home and his fortress.

Years later while clicking through the family album, your child too will wonder – “How did they do they do this all?”

Your child may just turn around and give you a quiet little hug and a loaded look.

You may wonder then, would it have been the same had we not made the home as the core of all his/ her  childhood celebrations ?