Last Week when our projector abruptly died. We were in the middle of a focused class learning about the Human Body System. But the sudden death of our computer gave class an opportunity to discuss something completely different in a matter of minutes. We started talking about dream and reality. Being at an age as they are, though super smart, there is line till where my children can absorb. But more than that they can remarkably express.
On a whim I asked them to write what they dream about. Many of them came up with many different thoughts and other beautiful visualisations. But only few could write them so beautifully that I at once decided to share at least few with you all. It were written in such an alluring way; precise and small sentences that you feel it has taken a writer years to perfect it.
They were comfortable in Hindi. And even though I might not be able to transpire exactly their language but still I will try to pass on their essence to you.
For the ones who can read Hindi I will request you to read both, their original writing and my translation. It will be great to hear what you think.
Title : My Dream
I slept at eleven O clock in the night. In my dream I saw that i was walking with my father in a lane when a woman suddenly came close to my father and asked him to come along. My father said no and asked her to leave. We left from that place but when I looked back to check that woman was not there. We walked ahead and only a while later the moment that same woman arrived, my eyes opened suddenly.
It was written by a student named Vishal. He is in Third standard.
Title : My School
My name is Ridha and I study in fifth class. I have been studying in this school since 2007. I have seen my Principal and my teachers as my mentor and as my friends. If any teacher scolds us, it is because of our mistakes. I have been in this school for such a long time and now when my time has come to leave I heart doesn’t allow me to leave instead my heart tells me that I spend my life in this school. Whenever I think of leaving the school tears come out of my eyes. I had never thought that I will get attached to any school. But my principal Sir told us that to gain anything you have to sacrifice. I will keep the memories of this school always with me.
This letter is almost five old. And only when I uploaded I realised it now how beautifully Ridha had expressed her feeling of the time of her leaving the school.
Title : My School
My school is very good. When I first went to school all the children started laughing at me because my face was like a monkey. Then ma’am said, one must never laugh at others, thereafter all the children asked me for an apology , it was for the first time then I got two friends. After some months on 15th August Principal ma’am told us “Your dream must never fade away, keep walking in tandem, Success will kiss your feet, today either tomorrow.” And since that day I decided to become a scientist. I am feeling very sad that I have studied in this school since childhood.
Thank you Principal ma’am and all the teachers.
I personally think it is a beautiful project to take up and it is in my capability and domain. I must continue to collect such documents of children where they are expressing their abstract thought in writings and I shall extend it to sketches and Paintings.
For example, During an exercise I asked children to make their selfies. Of how they look at themselves. It was a revelation of sorts when I saw what all they had made. To see how children see themselves was a discovery in itself, an epiphany. But the one which captivated, moved, awed me is this post’s cover image. The Peacock Hand.
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As a co-traveller, my Ten Learnings from several years on the road, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara.
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