I haven’t really written about my teaching experience at Khushi a lot, even though there is so much that i experience each day, i somehow rarely feel like writing about it. However, the moment about which i would be writing today is one of the closest to my heart, it is like one of those unforgettable experiences…
Today at Khushi during the doctor’s visit, all hell suddenly broke loose when he decided to give all girls injections for tetanus. I who was very innocently in my class teaching 15 girls at that time(totally unaware of the storm that was about to come) was caught totally off-guard when i all of a sudden…
I had promised myself that i will not write on the things i am experiencing @Khushi until i get out of the cynical phase i am currently in. However, what happened today is something i must articulate. So here it goes: Today wasn’t a really hectic day at Khushi, compared to some totally chaotic days…
Today while teaching in my class, as i was walking around and explaining to students India’s physical features in SST, i noticed Aman and Sumit playing with each other. They are the naughtiest of my lot. Both of them are heavily pampered by their parents and thus, any attempts on my part to discipline them…
I decided to join Teach for India after been moved by seeing a small kid stealing in the railway station. The image of his mature yet childish face along with an attached question “Why has the society failed this kid” is still clearly etched in my memory and keeps me awake so many a times…
I recently got selected to be a part of the Dil-Se campaign run by Center of Equity studies in Delhi. Under this campaign, i will now be teaching in a shelter home for girls upto 14 years of age. The incident that inspired me to join Teach for India involved a kid who was homeless…
I had taken a temporary break from writing on my blog, for a few days it had even been extended to me not speaking with anyone. I had compeltely gone back in my shell as i felt i had a lot to figure out and during that time, i didn’t want any noise from outside…
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