The portion for the exams has been completed; students are fed up with revision. So, a colleague of mine decided to do something different - she read out a story from The Story-Catcher. I was thrilled! This reading went one step further than 'I loved your story' and 'nice story' and 'I like the story of Sana'. After listening to The Dictionary, the students were expected to write a poem. It had to be inspired by the story, but they could write what they liked. And so they did. I was waiting to have a look at their work, and that happened in a lovely way too! On Thursday, a Student Held Conference took place at the school library. The library was jazzed up a little to make it slightly more attractive. One large notice-board was dedicated to The Story-Catcher. Poems covered the board. One child even made a beautiful copy of the cover illustration. I looked at all the poems in … [Read more...]
School Bus
I'm feeling the generation gap the wrong way around again. School buses are meant for playing stone-paper-scissor, not listening to music on an iPhone. During rides in the school bus, children should jump around and shriek when they go top speed over a speed breaker. And they should, of course, get told off by the teachers. It's not normal for them to sit grumpily and complain that the AC doesn't work. Rides in school buses are meant for talking about everything that happened in school - mean teachers, kind teachers, strict teachers, gross food... Not for sharing photos on Facebook and commenting on other people's status messages. The only thing that remains the same is that even now, there are a few students who sleep right through the journey home. That's normal. … [Read more...]
Fire Drill
I remember how, a few months ago, two girls came excitedly to me in dance class. "Miss, we had a fire drill today!" "The whole period went in the drill!" said one child, immediately pointing out the highlight of the exercise. "Oh?" I said, interested. I was glad things like this were being done. "So what did you have to do?" "They told us how to leave the building in a proper way," said one girl. "So we had to form lines and all." "And they explained to us that we should never enter the building again, until the fire has been put out." "And we should leave immediately on the stone staircase not the wooden staircase." Impressed, I said, "Good! I'm happy that they're teaching you that!" Emboldened by my interest, one of the girls piped up, "And the teachers know how to use those cylinders also to stop the fire." "The oxygen cylinders," explained the other one, … [Read more...]
More Readers?
I, Varsha Seshan, author of The Story-Catcher and English teacher at your school... ... donated two books to Vishwashanti Gurukul library. One for the primary school library and one for the whole school. I also spoke to the principal about the way I've done readings in the past at St. Mary's, and she seemed interested. At the library today, the librarian was entering the details into the system. Does this mean that more children will actually read the book? I wonder! … [Read more...]
Getting Lost
Sometimes, I look back and think, "What a foolish, foolish child I was." We lived in Vashi when I was very young, and like all children, I was always happier playing outside than being indoors. Unlike most other children, though, little Varsha loved to go and check that Mamma was still there. Just a little peek and a little hug were enough to keep me going for a long time. Once, my mother took my sister and me with her to visit friends of hers. As usual, my sister and I went down to play. We were inattentive little children and did not notice that even though we lived on the first floor, these friends were different - they lived on the second floor. After playing for a while, little Varsha decided to check on mamma. She went up to the first floor and saw that all four doors were locked. I still remember my heart thumping in my head with fear. I went down and told my sister. She came … [Read more...]
Will I ever call it junk?
How do teachers throw away cards they receive? The children I read to gave me so many cards. Some were beautiful; some were thoughtful; some were sweet. How can I throw any away? Just a sample of those gems... THANK-YOU FOR SHARING SO MANY THINGS I LOVED THOSE THINGS A LOT Dear,: Mrs Varsha ShSeshan Thankyou for giving a leacture of reading and writing stories, I loved it Thankyou for encouraging us to write, you are a star thankyou because of you we learn't some important things Thankyou fotelling us nice stories of your book. Congratulations. The story was wonderful. I loved it. It was super you are so kind. Even I will become an author one day. I will come to you to show my Book. THANK YOU FOR Reading the WONDERFUL + Beautiful STORY I Loved it very, very, very much I loved the story Like anything … [Read more...]
The Dame who Hated Plants
Another original story by seven-year-old Varsha. This one won the first prize in a story-writing competition and was published on my mother's birthday in 1994. The word 'dame', for those who have not read Enid Blyton, meant nothing to me except 'woman' (often magical/ evil). I wonder if this story could be psycho-analysed. There was once a witch whose name was Dame Rock About. She hated flowers and plants. We don't know why she hated plants but she hated flowers because she wanted the honey and the honey-bees were taking it. She had a son called Shaggy. He loved plants and flowers. One day the old Dame put stones on the flowers. She was making a spell that who ever goes into it would turn into an ant. Just as she finished her spell a bee came and stung her and in fright she jumped into the spell. The bee ate her up, because she had turned into an ant. The boy had not liked his … [Read more...]
Surprise Farewell Party
A new life begins for me on the 1st of March. I'm going to stop all my hundreds of classes here and there and teach full-time in a school. Last evening, the girls from one of my classes gave me a surprise farewell party that was truly heart-warming. Thanks to their excited whispered planning, there was no element of surprise, but that took nothing away from the celebration. "A party," the girls insisted, "must have cake and cold-drinks and chips." The mothers apparently tried to convince the girls that they were too close to dinnertime to have snacks like that, but the girls were adamant. A party is not a party without cake and cold drinks and chips. I tend to agree with that, at least with the cake and chips. Part I of the party was successful. I always tell the girls that beautiful dance is the best possible gift they can give me. They practised all afternoon yesterday and last … [Read more...]
Book-Reading – A Different One
An acquaintance who is part of the Teach for India programme asked whether I would be willing to come to a small government school in Chandannagar and talk about my book, about writing and about dance. I was tremendously excited by the prospect, and agreed immediately. When I got there, though, I realised how different it was from anything I had expected. The energy of the class was different. They were restless, not willing to sit and listen. They jumped up and down, walked (or rather crawled - because they sit on the floor, not at desks) around the class. They wanted to talk about everything. Sometimes, shamefacedly, I had to ask for explanations of what they were saying. Yes, they speak English, but sometimes, they just give me the key words and expect me to figure out what the sentences are. I told them the story of the Prologue to The Story-Catcher. They did not know the word … [Read more...]
The Special Green Tile
In the hall where I teach at Sanskriti Cultural Centre, there's one Special Green Tile. It's different from the other tiles. For me, all it does is mark the centre of the hall, which makes helps children orient themselves when we have performances. For the children, not so very long ago, the tile was special. In 2010, there was one little girl who used to come nearly half an hour early for class. She loved to dance there, in the centre, and it was her tile. There was no dispute about it. Then, she left class, and there were two girls who wanted to stand there, on that special green tile. Whoever came first got to stand there, so both of them started coming earlier and earlier. One fine day, naturally, a quarrel sprang up. "It makes a different sound!" moaned one child. "It's not fair that only one person stands there!" "I also want to stand on that tile," piped up a third child, who … [Read more...]