Well , the title isn’t really apt considering the list I have which features zillion things I wanna be doing someday. and nope, have no fear. I am not going ot rant on that now.
But there is one thing that figures in the top very-few. Very very few , actually.
As a kid , I have always been fascinated by this one game ” Teacher-teacher” .. Oh! I loved it, and loved it with all my heart. I would just drape my ma‘s saree around , take a long scale (ruler) , chalk , use my blackboard (yes, papa had gotten me those huge black charts) a long book (now, that would be the register) and ofcourse wear my paati’s ( grandma’s) glassless spectacle frame and start addressing the class of invisible pupils who seemed to have the same names of my classmates at kindergarten. And even now , when I look back , I can trace the happiness I derived from a game as simple as that one. Earlier it was the sheer fantasy of using red ink , correcting the course-books , scolding students the way you wanted ( the ones who had beaten me at a game of capseller!), the joy of having no exams and so much more.. I even remember how at school in the 4th std., one of our teachers had asked a few students to help out a few other students with certain subjects they weren’t comfortable with. I was assigned V with whom I took the complete liberty of acting like a Head Mistress and even gave him homework and marked stars on his book for good work. Ah! Good old golden days.
As I come back to the present , I feel nothing much has changed. The passion to teach and share the little that I know with the kids is still there , very much there. Yes! Maybe with changes here and there. It is no more just the sheer fantasy for all the seemingly childish aspects above but for much more and it has grown with time and probably will live on forever with me in the time to come.
Very fortunately , each one of us gets to realize this passion ( it is , for me!) knowingly or unknowingly at some point in their lifetime. It could be just helping out your sibling at homework or maybe even cycling , teaching your dog new tricks , sharing something you know about a gadget you have recently purchased , with a family member , helping a toddler to walk…. life is full of that!
But here , I am referring to teaching in classrooms. Teaching on football fields. Teaching under teh rain. Teaching on a hill-top. Maybe even at summer camps , workshops and just about anywhere where you get to use your creativity and share the little chunks they call “knowledge”.
That reminds me about the small school I used to run at home over weekends. I was myself at school and was raring to be teacher to 3 kids – 2 of them being our home-helper’s kids and the third being their tag-along friend. They had the privilege of going to school unlike many of their pack , thanks to their mother who was and probably still is very very particular about children going to school , learning english ( She used to say that with pride and I loved/love the fire in her!) and even nursed a dream of seeing her kids turning out to be doctors or engineers. Rare but true! They used to come over during weekends to learn math and a bit of other subjects. They were amazing at coursework and I truly enjoyed in a manner that words can never ever describe. The best part was that I got to learn so much from them – their school , the kids there , the little tales , why Mangala’s son stopped coming to school suddenly and how he has been pushed to cattle grazing , the kind of meals they get as a part of the so-called scheme , the games they play, the kind of simplicity and unity that shows in their actions , the innocence, the carefree nature and what not. everytime I think of their faces, I relive my childhood memories. And that probably is the best gift a teacher can ask for.
Someday down the lane , I see myself standing in a classroom surrounded by ebullient kids , all 5 or 6 yrs of them in a classroom or maybe a camp under the stars on a hilltop where I have taken them to tell tales of night, the science and math of it all, laughing and learning with them and bringing the child out in me. Bliss.
Would I forget the weekends I spent a few yrs back? Ofcourse not.. after all , that is what you call , the power of a beginning..
P.S. I now see kids having an iPad, iPod, iPhone, psp etc. What happened to good old hopscotch, hide n seek, pretend plays, tree houses? No, am not a nanny. I am still very much in my mid twenties. But, such thoughts make me feel so overcome with feelings I can’t name but only bother my better half and more recently all of you with.
Do/did you have any such dreams? Something you laways wanted to do? Like, I have also wanted to be the newspaper boy in the mornings and President by afternoon etc etc. What were your fancies readers?