Showing posts with label teaching. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Cricket, Films and Love



 Anu Lal

Warning: This article is fictitious enough to appear real. Read it with a pacifist. 


One day in a classroom…

 When I mentioned reading books in front of the first semester students, they laughed at me and asked; “Last week a student broke his neck by reading a book, sir.”

I enquired what happened, actually, and they said the student had fallen asleep while reading from his textbook and that caused a cramp in his neck. It became a college legend and the student was revered as the wise one, the nerd, the intellectual with a broken neck. Although his neck was not broken really, this metaphor stuck. I tried to tell them that I was not talking about reading textbooks alone. Reading indicates a constant interaction with any book. It could be a textbook, or a novel, or poem, or short story collection. It was a pity how narrow their understanding about reading was.

However, right then, I observed their drooping eyelids and suddenly changed the subject to movies. From my experience, I knew this could energize them and wake those who fell asleep with renewed enthusiasm. Films have magic, indeed. “How many of you watched Harry Potter movies?” Yeah! Most of them did! I was happy. I moved on to books and made the shocking revelation that Harry Potter is actually a book. The movie was made out of a story written by a writer called J. K. Rowling. For this, the class responded with exclamatory OH!s and AH!s. Grand!

Another classroom candy is cricket. Suppose, as an English teacher, one has to teach ‘Critical Thinking’. Well, to tell you the truth, there is nothing to suppose in it, ‘Critical Thinking’ is part of the common course in one of the universities in the Northern part of Kerala. English teachers are pitted against the task of scrambling the pieces of quasi-critical thinking strategies from a poorly edited and misguiding textbook and puke it all in front of the poor students. So the matter is thus. I was teaching Critical Thinking, and had to tell them about ‘questioning attitude’.

At first, I explained the idea, and substantiated the whole concept. “You see…umm…when someone asks you to do something or teach you something do not blindly accept their words. A mere acceptance of what others say, without questioning the ideas or concepts, should be intellectual irresponsibility. In order to be an “intellectually responsible adult”, one has to question ideas, concepts, people and thoughts.”

For a moment, I forgot myself under the impact of the words I was delivering. Man, I was rocking!

That was when I noticed, a boy in the backbench was nodding heavily. I thought, in the beginning, that he might be enjoying my class. That was the reason even after noticing his behavior I kept quiet. Watching his demeanour for a moment carefully changed my perspectives. He was not exactly nodding to my class, he was nodding at the fairy of sleep, and he was dozing off.

I changed the gears once again. Cricket is insanely popular in India. Even though, the recent spot fixing frauds in IPL (Indian Premiere League) has caused some damage to the ‘gentleman’s’ appeal of the game, the game of millions, still survives. So I said, “When a batsman gets LBW, what do you do?”

The boy, who was dozing off a moment before woke up suddenly, and shaking off his lethargy,started getting curious about the class. I was laughing internally, but showing any of my whims in expressions would be disastrous. Therefore, I managed my countenance at an emotionless angle. “When an Umpire is reluctant to give OUT sign to the batsman, the bowler and the other members of the opposing team would appeal to the Third Umpire. This is how we should be in life too. We should question others, but without being hurtful.” They all nodded in understanding.

I could not have explained ‘questioning attitude’ any better with any other example. There was an inherent possibility that the students might misunderstand the ‘questioning attitude’ as an aggressive stand against ideas and towards people.

“You see, it is all like falling in love with a mannerism in thinking, just like we fall in love with people, in real life.” I said. I was pushing my next strategy to keep them interested—Love. A hand went up. One of the students stood up and asked, “Sir, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Well, I am afraid that question is out of purview with our current topic. We can talk about it on another occasion,” I said.

“No, sir, my question is…uhmm…uhmmm…that why don’t we use strategies of critical thinking in this matter?”

“Ha!” I got the point! Love is another magnetic idea among the young adults we teachers deal with, in graduation classes. This is not just limited to the Indian cultural context nor within a particular age, it seems. Everyone happens to be in an urge to get intoxicated by love’s sweet tendrils.

Anyway, I am sure my students understood the point I made, as they successfully derived the idea that critical thinking can be applied in every aspect of life.  

NOTE FOR HOTHEADS****



Every event, person, university, idea and place mentioned in this article is either fictional or the conjuring of the quirky mind of the author. Consider him inflicted with a serious bout of insanity and spare yourself the pain of filing a petition for libel against him or this blog page.


 Anu Lal
My author page:http://www.amazon.com/Anu-Lal/e/B00DQRP0QI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1   
my blog: http://anu-lal.blogspot.in/
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Monday, June 10, 2013

A Day in the Life of an Eco Advocate




Across the Nation and around the world, 'a day in the life' is recorded. Published in photo-journalism style, a series of books capture cultural diverse lifestyles of people, places and events. Intrigued by this concept, I decide to record 'a day in my life'.

Choosing a Monday, I began the day with leisurely consuming a second cup of coffee. Having deliberately delay activities, I  assume commuter traffic presently to be minimal; so,I pack my gardening golf cart with supplies and head out to begin landscape maintenance chores. As a present-day caretaker for generational family property located in central Virginia, chores start in an area that connects to a public road. After removing weeds from a landscaped area, I pick up trash and using a mower, next cut grassy areas. Then, I step outside of our private property area and focus on clean up of the County right-of-way area. Why do I make this choice? If I don't make an additional effort, it could be weeks if not months before public funded clean up occurs.

After taking a brief break, supplies are packed and slowly I travel back into the family complex. Passing individually maintained properties, I inspect for 'needed clean up' but there is no need to stop. In fact, it is not until I reach an intersection that I chose to stop. After pulling a few weeds, I cut grass; still, there is little or no clean up necessary. A final stop is an area  which  provides access to the property's original house site. After trimming over grown shrubs, I cut grass and opt to spray for invasive weeds.

While most properties are associated with publically funded 'common areas', we because the area is a family complex maintain an one-half mile private road and its surrounding landscape. Because this space is shared with others, I exchange ideas with a neighbor related to improvement of the area's eco maintenance. And, when grandchildren arrive home from school, they are included in this process. Changing my 'gardening cart' to the Nana mobile, we ride around and inspect installed cool and warm season veggie gardens. We also inspect the progress of what is refer to as the 'Noah  Ark' - one or two plants as necessary - orchard.

As a result, this 'day in my life' experience is a blend of private and public space chores with input from multiple generations of community residents; so, what life lessons are identified? In this case, it definitely 'takes a village perspective' to make maintenance of a generational property work. Why? The area hosts open green spaces which are farm, wetland habitats occupied by critters, home site areas occupied by people; and, receives runoff from over 500 acres of surrounding suburban urban development which makes eco conservation a 21st century priority. In other words, it takes a perspective of CARE - conservation, accountability, recovery and eco efficient - to sustainably land manage this area.

If you were to record a 'day in your life', what would you identify? Would you discover that you 'walk your talk'? Would you be seen as an eco advocate? During the year of 2013, I've issued a challenge to all to 'get real' in their communication. So, if someone observed your 'day in a life', what message would you communicate? Would you be seen as a person who has a perspective of CARE?

Whether interested in effective communication and/or eco efficiency tips and strategies, visit web site www.TheWrightScoop.com. Together, let's get real - walk our talk, be seen as people who have positive eco impact during a 'day in our life'.   


Sylvia Wright  www.TheWrightScoop.com
Move from eco-weak to eco-chic – ‘green’ life’s garden, one scoop at a time! Link to column,
http://www.examiner.com/gardening-in-richmond/sylvia-wright or Sylvia's book store, http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/syhwright
Member of www.NLAWP.org


And allow me to share this excerpt of my upcoming book: "I once had a Farm in Ireland"



Here is what our typical day looked like: Get up at 6 a.m. Make breakfast. Let out the geese and broilers as soon as the sun is out. Wake children. Grind wheat grains into flower in the pantry. 1kg takes about 45 minutes. Have breakfast. Start baking bread or cake while children get dressed and pack their bags. Prepare lunch boxes. Let bread rise and put in the hot Aga for an hour. (Mac would take it out when finished; usually on his coffee break). Mac would go out and check on animals if there were any in the stables. Together with our children, he would feed horses and muck out. Children feed dogs and cats. Shower and get dressed. Pack my books and get ready, equipped with shopping list. Get kids in the car. In the first years, drive kids to local school, later to the one in Limerick (45 min). Go to work: teach a few hours at the University while Mac ran the farm, collected eggs and let the hens out. In the afternoon, I’d pick up children, grab some groceries with our tired offspring in the car. Time for coffee and cake break while kids do their homework. Mac would go to do his errands, as soon as the car was back or all go horse riding. I had to prepare classes for next day or do some gardening-- or harvesting, depending on the time of year. Once a week in the second and third year I would give German classes to local kids around the kitchen table an hour or two. Then the stables have to be mucked out again, animals fed and put to bed: Geese & chickens rounded up and locked in. Cook dinner. Tidy up kitchen. Time for a book or paper. Then crash exhausted, usually by 9 p.m.
The Ex Farmer's Wife's page on FB who is also an Eco advocate since 1980.