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He was the tiniest in my class. Cheeky, lively and bubbling
with excitement all the time. Except when there was writing or reading to be
done. He was an amazing actor, sometimes volunteering to act out parts of
stories that I read out in class. I would often catch him strumming an
imaginary guitar when the entire class was busy multiplying gigantic numbers or
doing the “Chammak challo” act as I
cleaned the black board. He could hardly read and write but loved listening to stories.
Once, while the rest of the class was playing, I caught him sitting alone in
class. I decided to give him company and invited him to a game of dumb
charades. He was not in the mood.
Boy: Akka, I want to
tell you a story.
Me: Really? Which one?
Boy: No, not from any
book. I made the story in my mind.
Me: Wow! That’s nice.
Would you care to write it out in your book?
Boy: No Akka. I hate
writing. I don’t know any spellings.
Me: Ok. Tell me.
Boy: There was once a
boy who studied in a good school. He never listened in class, never did
homework and was very, very naughty.
Me: Hmm..
Boy: He loved to sing,
dance and act. But he hated English and Maths. His teachers always scolded him.
He had no friends. Nobody liked him. His parents and sisters always punished
him.
Me: Oh! That’s sad.
Boy: Yes. The boy felt
very sad. He was alone all the time. One day he did not go to school. Then all
his classmates missed him. But he was not at home too. His parents were
worried. They searched for him everywhere. All over the earth. But they did not
find him.
Me: Where did he go?
Boy: He made a rocket
and flew away to another planet where nobody could find him. He was happy to be
alone in that planet. Everyone on earth cried because they missed him. But the
boy never came back.
Me (shocked): That is
a sad story. The boy seems to be nice and maybe he WAS loved.
Boy: You know who that
boy is, Akka?
I had guessed by then and enveloped by sadness, but wanted him to speak.
Me: You say.
Boy (laughing): Me!!!
So easy it was. You didn’t know?!
I was shattered. The words “You didn’t know” kept echoing in
my head. I had nothing to say. As a teacher, as a part of the education system,
I had failed. The system has no room or time for emotions and sentiments of
students. No room for diversity. Whoever
heard of testing students in acting and storytelling skills when there was so
much to learn in Maths, Chemistry, History and Literature? So what if a student
was lonely, stressed or depressed? In the mad rush by students, parents and
teachers to complete the syllabus, prepare for exams, flaunt good grades, meet
deadlines and targets, there seems to be no space for such beautiful wild
flowers to blossom. They perish, their beauty unnoticed among the endless
fields of similar looking flowers.
he should be send to school of drama or film institute after his 10th..
ReplyDeleteSad part is he needs to finish 10th here for anything!!
Yes that's the sad reality. Admission to any course is based on academic performance especially 10th. So other talents, seem insignificant or not goood enough..which has to change.
ReplyDeleteHope he will not have to compromise on his talents & dreams when reality forces him to concentrate on academics which seems to be a nightmare for the kid.
ReplyDeleteI know! But I doubt it :(
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