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Sionara
...classroom! THE redundancy factor seems to be overtaking me of late. I feel I have become redundant ... redundant as a teacher ... at least that is what I gather from my students in the college. I insist upon the students to come to the classroom along with the text-book, if they want to understand and appreciate the finer nuances of poetry or drama. I was to teach Julius Caesar as a part of the syllabus. I always look forward to teaching this great play... I consider it a sacrilege if this play is not taught line-by-line, because there is no other way Julius Caesar can be taught. But my insistence on the text-book resulted only in reversal of attitudes, thinning of attendance in the classroom and a loss of esteem in the eyes of the students. As a silent witness
to this gradual waning of interest in studies among students for quite
a few years, I have witnessed how classroom lectures have a poor
attendance. The lectures have been substituted by more focused and
exam-oriented private academies. Disheartened and demoralised, I dared
to ask them one day, "Am I not up to your standard or don’t you
find Julius Caesar interesting... aren’t you concerned about
your exams or what is it... why do you prefer to loiter around while
classes are in full swing? To my utter disbelief, pat came the reply:
"Ma’am, you are not ‘down’ to our level. You teach in an
old-fashioned way... explaining the play line by line... it’s so
boring. Just tell us the story of the ‘novel’, explain the
important ‘passages’ in Hindi or Punjabi, point out the important
questions and we’ll mug them up from Super, Bindra or MBD (guides).
Reading Julius Caesar line by line is a waste to time and
college-time is fun-time...", they grimaced at each other. |
I was passing through this mood of self-deprecation when, all of a sudden, I experienced a fresh breeze of life. While on a shopping-spree in the market in the evening, I came across a smart young boy who came and touched my feet. Sensing a confused look on my face, he politely introduced himself by reminding me that he was my student in the year 1995. Somehow the conversation drifted towards his other classmates and how all of them were fairing in life. And then, he casually remarked, "Ma’am, I still remember how you taught us Julius Caesar ... line by line... explaining the minutest of details... It really stirred my interest in literature. Though Iam working for my doctorate in economics, keep up my interest in literature and keep reading classics...and for that I have to thank you and Julius Caesar both..." "Oh, no! Not Julius Caesar
again..." was all I could mumble up before hurrying up to excuse
myself and take leave with loads of blessings for that sincere student
who cared to remember his teacher for the book she had taught him once.
I was, indeed, both touched as well as elated by the reflections of my
old student. Yes, once upon a time, and not too distant in the
past...the teacher was relevant. Classroom teaching was also relevant.
What has changed the responses so fast? Have the teachers been replaced
by these Supers, MBDs, Bindras or have we lost touch with the ground
realities? Will the students keep chanting "Sionara...
classroom ... phir milenge". But by that time the
opportunity of attending the classroom would be lost forever. Given the
continuance of these trends, the time is not far when a teacher might
find himself relegated into the realms of a museum! |