Friday, September 28, 2012

CHAOS


If without a roof, let the sky house you.
And the strikes of time clothe your dreams
Wander like the clouds, pregnant with thoughts
Of black and white threads woven together
In a mosaic of fabric that nestles the golden butterfly
Causing a chaos that shapes the destiny
Of a million drops that make up the ocean.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

I await you



With your yellow photograph for comfort
And the old magazines, I still remember you,
Amidst the the silent humdrum of  Mumbai
A milieu of million dots, like us
Lost, without a second stare.
Unlike , the valley you loved
Wherein you're an unspoken memory
Lost to the greed of the red river
While you tried to cleanse its stains

Rains wash away your sins,they say
Was it your act of love they loathed?
Perhaps, peace pierced through their hearts
That you stand just a dissolved blot
 Night was their excuse and you brought'em sunshine
You deserved it,they would say
You wouldn't have understood their passion
And they couldn't allow your freedom
Why didn't you stoop a little,
"Adjust" to their demands, like everyone else did
When their sons preferred blood to vermilion
For ideals they're sure they knew best

Then, it happened what I dreaded most
T'was one of those stormy nights
When darkness throttled the sunshine
Like the clouds in the crimson sky
The lines hazy as ever, loosing away......

Your absence is still a nuisance to me
 I look out of the window for you, as a habit
My vermillion  shines yet as brightly
While my prayers still await you

p.s---Wrote after seeing an Assamese movie-Ekhon Nedekha Nodir Xipare (As the river flows)

Saturday, September 8, 2012

PANACEA


When the melody’s long gone, fear screams,
‘Remember me, if not in memories, through stories
Of blood split and innocence lost’
Making a mockery of the love that binds through
Few obscure lines, and few futile statistics
Rip through thousand empty hearts; their hopes
Turn saline at the confluence of their dreams
Riddles lie here, like the blood, scattered!
 Blame it on the dried tears and deaf ears
Unheard voices don’t count, lost in the clamour
Tides of youth, between mistrust and lies,
Silence echoes, in pursuit of panacea


Winged shoulders seek rest, lend yours
To soothe the scalded hearts and homes
In the light of reason, let every society rhyme
Amidst the poignant emotions, let it rain
Pregnant with hopes of a bright sunrise

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Drapchi

Lost in translation
The muted chords of harmony
Reasons snuffed out
Like the tune you hum,your breath
Struggles to live, with hopes that belie
'You shall live, you shall not die !'
Break free of the chaos that reign
Thus the discoloured walls sigh !

p.s- Inspired to write after seeing a beautiful movie "Drapchi" which showcased the sad plight of people in Tibet

যাযাবৰী মই



মই দ্বীপ নহও, বিশাল সাগৰৰ ধৌ এজাক
মৰুভূমিৰ অভিমান সহাই  বৰষুণজাকৰ দৰে
গুচি যাও সুৰ বিলাই, কাগজী নাওঁ বুৰাই
জোকাৰি দিও স্মৃতি, এমুঠি মৰম গুজি
আইৰ চৰণৰ ধূলি বুটলি....


ৰঙা নদী নুবুজো তোমাৰ ব্যথা
বছৰি নিৰীহৰ কামিহাড় ভাঙি
কিয় পলোৱা কপটীৰ ক্ষুধা
কিহে উকিয়াই তোমাৰ বুকুত মানৱীয়্তা
স্বাধীনতাৰ পতাকা নে শান্তিৰ কপৌ উৰাই?
উত্তৰবিহীন, তুমি যে মাথোঁ সাথৰ এটি !


নিলাচল তোমাৰ উঠন বুকুত
অত্তালিকাৰে ৰঁদালি লুকালে কোনে?
মৰম নুবুজা শালীনতাৰ ভন্দ খেলা
বিভিষিকাৰে অৰুনোদয়ৰ বুকু ৰাঙলি
তথাপি নিমাত কিয় তুমি ?


মেলি দে নাওঁ, হেৰো নাৱৰিয়া
ধৌ’ৰ ছেৱে-ছেৱে বিলাই যাও বতৰা
যাযাবৰী মই,উলালো নিলিম বিচাৰি .....

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Primary education- an experience


At some point or the other, we all curse the Indian education system, complaining about the sad plight of present educational scenario.Some would try to suggest brain drain,exam-pressure,etc as some common causes. What about the solutions? Suggestions vary from strengthening our grass-root i.e primary education to relaxing the exam pressure at the higher secondary level and such. But how many of us actually take it up and strive to find a solution rather than simply complaining?

Have you ever wondered how it would be to actually teach the primary kids? There's nothing much to teach them, just teach them the alphabets, some numbers, names of few animals,fruits,vegetables, months and days,etc.Trivial, isn't it?Well, frankly most of us would be in awe of their innocent face and acts to be able to teach them.We  understand that primary education is the base of learning, yet we finch away from the opportunity many a times because we doubt if we can manage them, let alone teaching. They come in a variety;some shy and some smart yet naughty.And a normal classroom has invariably a mix of various types- smart/talented and confident, sincere yet shy, lazy who would study only upon forcing, and most importantly the stand out ones-who will fight,sleep and disturb others and what not, except studying.The first and the last types are the hardest to manage, leave teaching. And if you are a first timer, I'm sure you'd be confused what to do with them.Been taught to be gentle with kids, perhaps most of us would try to deal with them patiently and with loads of love. Once you realize you've to deal with their tantrums regularly, you might get a little frustrated, understandably.Even simply scolding can't pacify these little devils.The main problem persists, how to teach them. There doesn't seem to be much standardized content for the 1-2nd graders. More importantly, its difficult to retain their attention for a long time.There lies the importance of planning out things beforehand as to what to teach and how to teach.

 There had been a time when we were more focused on secondary classes as we felt more comfortable there and primary classes were cancelled in case of insufficient volunteers. Times have changed; now even as the high school and above students fear English, some of these tiny tots would be fluently asking you ‘what is your name brother?’. These results haven’t come easy , it has taken lots of hard work and planning from the dedicated volunteers with help from various teacher-training workshops and bulla-sessions to have come this far. There's a joke out here that you get 'promoted' to primary from teaching higher classes. Even though teaching is the main motive, to be able to teach effectively volunteers need to understand the child as well,to get into their level and think like them. And for this, the volunteers have to resort to a little groundwork like visit the kids' house and talk to their parents and more importantly talk to the students' regularly- all what parenting might sound like.And all the while you have to keep improvising your teaching style and content so as to keep the kids' interested.Monologue teaching gets boring and so does too much of board work sounds like spoon-feeding. On top of that, the learning pace of the students varies greatly which means you can go neither too slow nor too fast.If you are engaged in teaching a relatively slower student, the faster and smarter ones are likely to throw tantrums with boredom. A quirky solution as suggested might be to give bonus questions to the smartypants while giving attending to the weak students.A good understanding of the language and cultural practice of the area helps a lot, especially while correcting kids like vishal who would say 'ishq' when asked to pronounce 'x'.For this,we lay emphasis on phonology as well, repeating the words with proper accent and knowledge of which part the tongue touches. Apart from language skills, one very interesting subject is maths, as the kids say ' sawaal do bhaiya". As you can guess most volunteers would prefer to teach maths/numbers over anything else as its symbolic and most students would already have some familiarity with it. But as we found out its not so easy to make the kids understand clearly the trivialities of numbers. Connecting the basic arithmetic operations with some familiar activities help them understand better like- addition as collecting all the similar things and then counting,subtraction as loosing or taking a loan, division as distributing a 'roti' equally between the siblings,etc. Also, because of their familiarity with currency denominations, they handle money problems better than problems involving abstract numbers.

Dumb-charades can also be used as an effective teaching technique to make the kids more inquisitive, search for answers themselves while engaging their various senses.That way they learn to use their mind and search for answers within themselves rather than waiting for someone to tell them an answer.As for the language skills,  the usually followed route of alphabets-words-sentences didn't seem to help much for the kids,especially those without any guidance.For them, an alternative might be to teach them the alphabet,then the daily usage words and sentences and again back to learning the whole set of unfamiliar words,signs.And there are various modes of learning-visual,audio and kinesthetic; so to be able to teach effectively its important to be able to link modes.Be sure, one single technique won't work with the kids, so its important to innovate and adapt continuously while understanding them.Various organisations like Pratham, Akanksha,Eklavya,Teach for India have been continually working on developing personalised content for these kids. Complementing them are various useful sites like KhanAcademy.org, JodoGyan etc. which help the people working in this field to access resources and use them for effective teaching.Just a tip,in case, someone misses a class, someone from amongst the students present in the previous class can be asked to present before the class.This way, both revision  and completion of missing classes can be done simultaneously. As people are mostly obsessed about boards and JEE,etc primary education grabs very little attention. Quite understandably the primary teachers without the extensive publicity and motivation might find it frustrating at times as results take time.They motivate themselves internally by deriving happiness from little success; perhaps that's why you can see the calm faces and gauge their patience.

Well, perhaps I could go on detailing the things we did but that won't be of much use for what works for one needn't work for another.We have to understand that they are a bunch of creative kids, we just have to give wings to their dreams. I am not an educationist or a professor to give an expert opinion about what should be done and what not. I’m a mere graduate, albeit with a teaching experience of 3 years courtesy Prayas, IIT Kanpur.This post is the result of everyone who with their efforts and/or encouraging words motivated us to dream bigger and strive harder to get it. And most importantly, a big Thank YOU to the little angels who provide doses of entertainment and happiness whenever we're down.:)
Chota baccha samajhke unko na samjhana re !

Some important links and sites:
1. http://www.khanacademy.org/ -- a brilliant site, a must see for anyone interested in getting the basics right 
2.http://www.teachforindia.org/
3. http://www.pratham.org/
4.http://eklavya.in/go/
5.http://www.akanksha.org/
6.http://arvindguptatoys.com/-- This is another masterpiece of a site where you learn to make  little toys and do small experiments cheaply and innovatively using trash items.
6.http://home.iitk.ac.in/~ag/jagriti/
7.http://realheroes.com/
8.http://students.iitk.ac.in/prayas/

The last two have been quite a support and inspiration for us whenever we've felt low and demotivated. Prayas has literally been a second home for most of us(volunteers) as we spend a lot of quality time there, discussing tidbits of education, kids and lots of personal and common issues as well.Here, we've experience care and love like never before-maybe it's the result of such prolonged association.Maybe that's why we at times tend to slip into dreams of our own- some small and some big like having a school where can make a few dreams come true,etc.Attached below is a video how we go about merging the dreams of ours and the kids at Prayas.



P.S- Thanks a lot to Sambit, Ashutosh, Ravi Bhaiya,Namita,Laxmikant, Saurabh bhaiya and everyone else working upon helping these kids live a dream.Go on. Sorry for such a long post.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

মাজনিশাৰ প্ৰলাপ



এক মাতাল সন্ধিয়া
ছন্দহীন সুৰৰ অভিমান
কিছু নিমিলা অংক সমাধি
মাজনিশাৰ প্ৰলাপ

শূন্য মই আৰু অবাস্তৱ তুমি
কলা-বগা খেলিমেলি জীৱনত
ৰঙীন সপোনৰ সংজ্ঞা শূন্য
প্ৰশ্ন নহও,
উত্তৰ বিহীন সাঁথৰ এটি
তথাপি, দুখোজ যাও ব’লা একেলগে
স্ৱপ্নৰ ভগ্নাৱ্শেষ বিচাৰি

নিশাতো জীয়াব দিয়া
পুৱাই আকো হেৰুয়াই যাম ভীৰত
আশাৰ মালিতা ৰিঙিয়াই
মইয়ো নিজৰ পথত আগবাঢ়ি যাম
মৌন হৃদয়ত জেউতি বিলাই |

Thursday, March 15, 2012

ফিৰিঙতি

তুমি ফিৰিঙতি
মোৰ মৰমৰ,
আলফুলে ৰচাঁ সহস্ৰ সপোনৰ |
এন্ধাৰক নেওচি উৰি যোৱা
পোহৰাই দিয়া মোৰ মন-আকাশ
মোৰ স্বপ্ন-তৰা, তুমি জোনাকী
অপেক্ষাৰত, নিশা উজাগৰি |

হাত নেমেলো চন্দ্ৰ তৰা বিচাৰি
আঙুলি ফাঁকেৰে স্পন্দন এমুঠি
চতিয়াই এধানি ৰং হেপাহৰ
প্ৰেৰণা জগোৱা পোহৰ সানি
গুনগুননিৰে নিশাৰ মৌনতা ভাঙি
বন্তি জ্বলোৱা সকলোৰে হৃদয়্ত |
অবুজ ৰাত্ৰিৰ প্ৰহেলিকা তুমি
তুমি ফিৰিঙতি, তুমি  জোনাকী |





Friday, February 10, 2012

হেৰোৱা সপোন


এন্ধাৰৰ সুৰ ভেদি আবেগৰ কোলাহল
জোনাক ব্যস্ত, ব্যৰ্থ শব্দৰ সমদল
স্মৃতিৰ এলান্ধুয়ে আৱৰিচে আজি ভাৱনাৰ তল |

সোণালী শৈশৱ আৰু মত্স্যগন্ধা
নদী পাৰৰ ধেমালি
আজি মাথো স্মৃতি ,
কিছু মৰমসনা প্ৰতিশ্ৰুতি |

ত হেৰাল
অকণি আকাশৰ তৰা গনি 
শুনা আইতাৰ সাধুৰ ৰজা-ৰানী ?
তাহানিৰ বগৰীজোপাও দেখোন নাই |
আজিকালি
ৰালিৰ দিকচৌ বাটেৰে
খুৰাহঁতলৈ জলপান নিনিওঁ
পাৰত বহি বৰশীও নাবাওঁ |

নতুনক আদৰিবলে আজি নাই পাৰিজাত
আছে মাথোঁ তেজাল ৰাতিৰ বিভীষিকা
কুৱলীয়া দিথক, কিছু খেলিমেলি সপোন
এৰা ! তিয়া মই ডাঙৰ হলো  !

গেন্জি-হাফ পেন্ট এৰি
চুত পিন্ধা অফিচাৰ হলো ;
মৰম এৰি মানুহৰ চেলাম পালো
তাহানিৰ গাওঁবোৰো চহৰ হ’ল
বুঢ়া লুইত বুকুতে ৰই গ’ল
এখন উকা হৃদয় আৰু শেতাঁ হাঁহিয়ে
আজি মোৰ একমাত্ৰ সম্বল|

 এতিয়া
মই  ব্যস্ত
সপোন মচি দিঠক গঢ়াত 
তথাপিও, মাজে-মাজে
আশাৰ পাখি মেলি 
মাতিতে আঁকো সপোনৰ ৰামধেনু
উভতিব খোজো আপোন দেশলৈ
বিচাৰি কিছু হেৰোৱা সপোন
  
------ভাস্কৰজ্যতি মালী


P.S- Published in Nilacharai(http://www.nilacharai.com) March issue and আমি অসমীয়া(http://amiasomiya.org) April Issue.
p.ps- Image courtsey Google

Friday, January 6, 2012

THE MASK



I am lonely and sad
Truth seems farce; smiles forced
And the tales stoic, like my face
A thousand, but none me
Shadows that people like to see
I’m friendly, even to strangers
With a mask, I’m one
Hiding my tears behind a lie
Of complacency, a confident me
Cry and bleed to pay for human guile

Why be judged by tears and pains
Let the world be wiser and laugh
I won’t; hence the smiley pretense
I still dream, however vain
Protect it till I’m sober again

Let’s open up our masks
I won’t know you; the lies won’t be me
And we will walk free,miles
Comforting fears while stitching a smile