Wednesday, 3 August 2016

That mound of Earth

A snail, a fox, a horse's trot
A bud, a bloom, a drooping petal
A sapling, a trunk, branches
Pale delicate shoots green
A leaf, cluster, yellow and fall
A flower, a fruit , green and ripe
A road, a hump , a destination
A river, a bank, and a flow
The sea, the endless grain of sand
The gentle breeze, the endless days
The moon waxing and waning
The rains, a drizzle and a torrent
The sun warm and burning
Seasons which run the test of time
The crawl, a stumble, a run
A walk, a stumble and a pain.

I have walked miles painlessly
I now walk painfully
I do not punctuate today
For I need none
Language is a need
Sometimes inadequate
Most of the times incomplete
Yet I search in language
Unworded wounds, deep anxieties
Restless pursuits, untraced roads
Unformed words, misused emotions
Thankless relationships, hope and fear
Which have no language
I return to stares and sounds
And learn to talk all over again
I return to the origins for meanings.

Eyeing that mound of earth
Which will be my home for eternity







Mother eternal

Then.....when I penned
Your return to Earth
I was not a mother
Yet I wrote....for
I saw, sensed the silent grief
In a child you cherished
I sensed the grieving heart of a mother
The pain in separation permanent
And sensed the uncertainty of life and time


Today when I sense pain in my limbs
And the weakening of muscle and heart
A missed heartbeat here and there
I know...how you must have felt
When you left your only loving child
To face a harsh and uncertain world
That poem emerged when you returned
To the lap and land that you belonged to.
This, on the threshold of that return.
Today I understand better the pain
In leaving....not the world
But a child I cherish and love.


Saturday, 20 February 2016

                    The ‘Other’ India: A Glimpse, an Enlightenment and a Hope

Among the ruins of Hampi, I found a new beginning.  The occasion was a conference.  And this has nothing to do with intellectualism, for I no longer believe that Universities or institutions of Higher Learning offer any “higher learning” at all.  There is no cynicism in what I say, for it is through experience that today, with regret, I note that Universities have nothing much to offer, except politics and corruption.  But let me not shy away from what I have to say or share.  Many may not agree, but then, when did that deter me?
The Conference was on Media and Women and I had the opportunity to meet and listen to many Kannada women writers and also men who spoke about women, marginalization etc.  But that is not what struck me. The conference began not with an Invocation but with beautiful music by the students who were learning music there in the University.  The lamp was lighted, not by barefoot Sanskritised women, but by the marginalized and not so barefooted!  A casual remark by a senior Dalit women writer that tomorrow’s newspapers might report that the ceremonial lamp was lit by slipper clad women did nothing to dampen the spirits of those gathered there, On the contrary it brought it a defiance, let them report it!  That was a breather for slowly I was getting a taste and feel of what it was on the “other “side.   I belong to neither the Dalit nor the Sanskritised.  But I am the “other” of the “Other” which is again a distancing within a distancing. Being a Dalit and sympathizing with one are two different things!  No amount of empathy could probably reveal the intensity of the “othering” which takes place in one’s life!  I felt comfortable as an Indian, and was treated as such.  My comfort zone was that I did not have to feel the “not-belonging-here” attitude.  For that is what I have increasingly begun to feel in this country which I belong to, but which increasingly is now telling me that you do not belong.  I would at this juncture like to share what I went through as an experience in Kuvempu University, Karnataka where I am an employee, but am now on a deputation to another University.
It was the time when attacks were taking place on Christians in the country.  Churches were attacked, nuns raped and evangelists with their small children burnt in open jeeps. There was fear amongst the Christians in the country. With these kind of news floating around, and having seen pictures in newspapers and news channels, one does live with apprehension!  But then that does not deter one from attending everyday work and neither does one view everybody with suspicion!  Walking up the steps of the building which housed the department of  English, I met one of the staff of the University, who was an acquaintance and familiar ,who said smilingly, “You  must all  be sent to England”, to which I replied “ If you want to send me, then send me to Syria. Because I am a Syrian Christian” to which there was a total blank look of bewilderment, confusion and absolute ignorance on his face, which to be true to myself, I enjoyed maliciously and enormously!!  This is the India where I am ‘othered’ all the time.
This was just a detour, let me not wean away from what I intend to say. Back to the Conference.  The end of the day brought in an  evening with a delightful, casual blend of non-formality, music and a beautiful camaraderie of the writers gathered there.  They sang, recited poetry, shared experiences, ate, relaxed, accepted deviances with a confidence and a cleanliness which was healthy and was suffused with candor.  I could see none of the “writer’s politics” work there.  It broke proverbs of  “Too many chefs spoil the broth”.  I could see and feel that the broth was cooking and boiling merrily wafting fragrance and taste of good things to come. Then came the announcement of food. The question whether we would like to have it in the garden where all of us broke barriers of power and position, was met with a common opinion of sitting at the dining table! The eating place has always been a contested one.  There are rules, traditions and customs which are varied in India.  The tradition to which I had been exposed to, was different from what I had encountered with a few that I have had with people who belonged to different religious structures. There was no compulsion on where the salt had to be placed or when the sweet had to be served, neither were there leaves which had to face a certain position and side!  There was no proper way of sitting for food and here, we ate with our slippers on, some with jeans and yet a few others with dupatta abandoned! The body politic was nonexistent.  It was a liberating experience.  What was more liberating was the fact, that we were all women, some vegetarians and some non-vegetarians, some young, some old but none of the vegetarians screwed up their noses when the dishes of chicken were brought in and ate with abandon.  There was acceptance in difference and food and dress was not a dividing factor.  I did not feel an outsider there. I belonged. And this was an experience which enlightened me about the other India which exists side by side with the mainstream tradition, which thrives, which is exhilarating and alive and gives hope.  Call them backward, call them Dalits, but they are very much a part of this country. Being with them and speaking to them and listening to their ideas was an eye opener.  It was knowledge born out of experience and pain and they were here to wield the microphones to make India listen. They did not talk about religion, tradition and customs, there was nothing which was taboo and the smile on their faces was infectious!  I saw no malice at achievement and reading, I saw genuine pleasure at complements, and I saw an India that I belonged to. 
What was very endearing was a small performance from one of the participants in the conference which knuckled out the debate on various sensitive issues in our society which denies the right to food to certain sections of the society. Just a few words on that.
The story runs thus.  In a village lived an old  dalit husband and wife.  Some enlightened villagers gathered together to support the ban on cow meat, came up with a memorandum to the submitted to the village authorities, and asked the old husband and wife to thumbprint it.  What followed is priceless. I shall try to put in as much as I remember and if I do forget something, the person who performed it will certainly understand and add.
Asked the old couple “ Do you own a cow?”
“No”
“Have you fed one?”
“No”
"Have you bathed one?”
“No”
“Have you milked one?”…
“No”…
“When a cow dies, we are called to take it away. You step on the noble cow when you wear the chappals which are the hide of the cow. And you talk about cow protection?”

Literacy is not knowledge and knowledge is not anyone’s property.  It is the “other” that we have to turn to if India has to exist in its totality. This is possible when there is inclusion.  What knowledge was propagated or gleaned in the conference is one thing, what I carried away from there is the hope that all is not yet lost.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

This day...I walked out with you
  Sure, secure in the knowledge
You would not let me down.
   I walked with you promising myself
To nurture you until my end.
  You have been my promise
And hope, my faith and my journey
   I have walked the path with you
A path which never forked
    Never have I stalled to doubt
The hands which had reached out
    To wipe my tears and lift my soul
This day, fifteen years hence
     The journey has reached the twilight
Of age and experience and respect
     Another has begun, into the sunset
My promise to myself stays
    We shall walk together into the sun.

Thursday, 13 March 2014


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Please...don't tell me
  What not to read
Don't even tell me
  What to read,
I have crossed the realm
 Of fear, I don't belong.

When you see a book
 Languishing on my lap
Sometimes so intimate
 To irritate and wishfully
Long for that space
I may ignore the look
On your face

Maybe one day when you
Understand my need to read,
To tread dangerous paths
And leave me be
Then I might put my book

Aside...to notice you

Saturday, 8 March 2014

my voice:                           SLITHERWalls cannot...

my voice:             

              SLITHER


Walls cannot...
:                            SLITHER Walls cannot smother nor purify                           The hiss of the serpent... ...
            


              SLITHER



Walls cannot smother nor purify                
          The hiss of the serpent...
              It could not in Eden , in nature
                        It cannot now
              Woman was banished then...with man
          The exile of woman has continued...
        man freed himself
 Custom has imprisoned woman still

 Fear imprisons
            Fear of her body
                   But today there is something
                      More fearsome....her mind
                  Her hushed whispers, in corners
               In spaces called Home,
      In gestures unfamiliar and strange
 The body changes to instill fear

 This body which is serpentine today is potent
           You need to train yourself to read
                 Her gestures...her tears are not
                    Signs of weakness anymore
                Her lethargic body, a taut string
          Ready to strike at the slightest
          Show of sympathy

 Her words are new, punctuations
          Irregular, sentences creep to form
               Images, recreate scenes on
                 Familiar spaces...the wall, the
              Flattened roti dough, the
          Bathroom walls, the soil
         In the garden, scrapping
 For herself to see that she exists.

You cannot read, your language
            Is not nurtured in feelings,
                 Learnt in a classroom with walls
                        You can only create walls.
               You, who broke free from
            The placenta...
       Cannot return home, how
 Can home mean anything to you?

 You  imprison her at home, that space
                      From which you freed yourself,
                                      Afraid of what it holds...you




Monday, 2 December 2013

        

                  FEMINISM : MISINTERPRETED AND MISUNDERSTOOD
                                                                                 
                                                                                

Feminism today is a problematised terminology. Especially so,  when it is disseminated not so appropriately. You might ask, why talk about dissemination when feminism was very much rooted in our culture? Perhaps.  As I said the word is a problematic one. It has not been easy to understand it when meanings change when contextualized.

What prompts me to write this piece is a conversation I had with a colleague of mine at the university. We, of course were discussing conferences, books and the 'intellectuals' who were invited to these conferences and seminars. It was shocking to learn that in conferences and seminars on Feminism and Gender, what was propagated was a hatred for men and marriage, a disdain for decent thought and dress and also an arrogance which bordered on rejection of all values which sustain a culture.  And this in the presence of students who are yet to understand what feminism really professes. This is quite a dangerous trend and certainly not the right way to initiate changes in  patriarchy  to end oppression. 

There are moments when we wonder whether what is being disseminated in these learned gatherings touched students. Could we really make an impact on their minds or are we distorting information to thwart a healthy development of gendered society?

Let me elucidate. I teach gender and feminism and the most difficult part of being able to teach 'gender' and 'feminism' is when I have to teach what feminism is and how it is to be understood. I meet several roadblocks.  I will bring in two reasons now.

 One is with the language and the context. It is extremely challenging to teach Simone de Beauvoir to a batch of students who have had little access to these knowledge systems originating within Europe. Simplifying is out of the question and time spent on attempting to bring them the context before the text is pretty taxing. This more or less happens in a rural university because the students have less access and exposure to learning English and understanding the subtle nuances of the language.  I do not consider not knowing English a drawback, yet there are times when you need to know the language to know what it means because knowledge is culture specific. It is essential to know that knowledge generated in a given context need not be the same everywhere.

Two, is  their conditioned mind set. These students are entrenched in patriarchal ideologies right from childhood which is all the more cemented from what they see and experience. To erase this is a herculean task. I need to bring to them the implications of social conditionings and open up a different mindset and attitude which most of the times meets with stiff resistance, disdain, shock and an entrenched feeling of what they have been taught at homes, schools and colleges as always being right. It is this entrenched thought process which is the most dangerous zone. For boys who are completely conditioned in patriarchal ideology, this zone is strengthened all the more if they find it a threat to their thinking and therefore their identity. For girls, and this is pretty frightening, this is a new way out of oppression after being told that they are oppressed. Strangely enough there are still sizeable groups who do not understand oppression and are quite oblivious of its existence. For such girls every restriction is protection. The other group, which can analyze and understand oppression, is also problematic but less compared to that group who are being introduced to this half understood topic called feminism at this stage.  This group understands only restriction and not resistance seen in different forms in our culture. And if this group is not tutored properly then there is every chance of distorting feminism and what it means and tries to propogate.

The extent of my problem is when the word is understood and translated into its regional equivalent. In Kannada, the word feminism is largely understood as Streevaada. How does one explain this? Does it mean the debate by women, the argument by women, the debate and argument on women by men, by women?  Who argues and debates?  Oppressed women or women who debate theory or men and women academics who create knowledge systems, prescribe texts and therefore create canonical texts which is classroom generated?  Or is it done by women activists?  Do you understand what I mean by this?  Each context is different and each knowledge generated cannot be universally applied to all contexts and times.

To communicate the right approach is the onus of the person who teaches this. To me it is a huge responsibility and one that I approach with caution and commitment for I have to keep my culture in mind. I do not want simplify the word culture in this context but I do not want to deeply problematise it at this juncture because my audience is not yet ready to do this. This is for me a very delicate path and I tread it with care.

Let me concentrate on that group who are being initiated into the order of feminism. I use the word initiates for this group because whatever said and done, Feminism has an agenda. Initiation into feminism has to be careful for there is this fear of shaping their mind sets differently to scar them as well as the society for life.

 I have not yet tried to define feminism.  Before that let us try to understand it as it is seen today by the man and the woman on the street who do not have an academic reading of it.

 In its most popular form, Feminism could mean a fight for equality in all walks of life. Once equality is achieved, then  the ‘ ism’ is over. And when you think of today, there seems to be a semblance of equality at least on paper, though not all prejudices have been banished. Equality however is misunderstood, because if feminism was only a fight for equality, why do we still have problems?
So either equality is not all or it has been diluted to create confusion.

 If Feminism is defined as a fight for freedom, then it would mean being free from the sociological clutches of patriarchy as well as the psychological clutches of a debilitating mindset brought about by conditioning. When one achieves this -and many have - the battle seems to have been won. But freedom/liberty seems to have brought with it another baggage of problems to deal with.

As I said, teaching this is not easy. There is this possibility of saying that which can be misunderstood and misinterpreted. And I see this happening.

The usually understood meaning of feminism as fighting for equality is taken in its literal sense. The meaning is simplified and applied to all levels. So again, the male is the norm because what is aspired for, is equality with man. The first casualty is the most difficult to be undone. It is only equality which sinks into the mind of the new initiate or even the half entrant. And so begins the journey, the clothes, the attitudes, the mannerisms, the stance, the habits etc, the list could go on. The aping begins. The need to be on par with men is indeed a dangerous trend if not understood in its spirit. The girls tread this path with all enthusiasm but when confronted with a choice or a decision to be undertaken, they are confused, take a wrong turn and most certainly do not know the repercussions nor are they
prepared for the outcome. Not to be outdone by their western counterparts, they tend to follow their paths. This might not be a problem in bigger cities but not so in small towns. They pay the price, for development in feminist understanding and ideology does not take place in men and women simultaneously. There is an inherent danger in the tenet if not taught and initiated in the right sense.

This seems to be happening to young girls for whom feminism has simply filtered down to aspects of being allowed to walk around late into the night, smoking and drinking and of course the cell which opens out a world of information which is informative  but is again wrongly utilized and understood.  It also means wearing clothes on par with men and western culture.  Not that there is something wrong in this, but is our society ready for this change? My reference is again to a society which is caught in the flux of rural traditional behavior and modernity. And when mishaps occur, are this group is   equipped with the knowledge of the steps to be taken and are they psychologically stable to go through with this?  The path to feminism begins for them with this change, but certainly not a change in mindsets.  We have rising number of  psychological disorders and then suicides which are testimony to the discrepancy in theory and practice!

It was also amusing to listen to a self professed feminist scholar way back in the 90's who had said that feminists hate men!! This, in the presence of students and the lady in question was married and a mother of two!!? The twenty year olds present were quite perplexed and what passed on in the ensuing two months was a lesson to me and to them. Believe me, the telling has not been easy and it is still is not.

Feminism most definitely should not be talking about hating men. That perhaps is a very radical ideology. I am not passing judgments but at the formative level, this is certainly not asked for. If at all there are takers it should be at a very later level and even there with complete understanding of what it means. Women who profess and  live this ideology should be compartmentalized and the understood. We as teachers, have the enormous responsibilities of educating right and knowing the culture and society to which we belong to. Our society is variegated. We need to build, not break and this where the fear resides today.

Many of you might not agree to what is professed here but that means nothing to me. I do not want appreciations and adulations. I do not look for acceptance.

Feminism should be understood as a need to know who you are and what you think. Sounds simple? Not so. When you start thinking, you will know. Do you think like others want you to think? And when you do what they ask you to do, are you comfortable? Do you feel isolated, troubled, angry, unhappy, agitated? Do you risk doing the opposite? Do you ask questions or do you agree to whatever is given to you? Do you have the insatiable need to know and find out the truth about eternal truths dished out to you? Can you think differently? Are you sensitive to people around you and relationships? Do you dare to make a difference in the
society in which you live by not disrupting violently what is thought and believed in? Can you start at home ( if there is oppression) by being responsible and knowing the reality?  If you do, then do you resist? How? and Why? If you have to resist and fight for change, are you aware of how it is to be done?

Resistance by women in India has been at various levels. They have protested differently and not all has been violent. They were aware of not disrupting the delicate balance of gendered relationships.  This might not be seen very encouraging to those who have set their lives apart fighting for empowerment for women.  Yes, we need to empower ourselves and we have to fight oppression but not at the cost of societal balance.
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We definately need to end oppression .Women are not just objects of pleasure but beings with a sensitive and intelligent mind.  This has to be highlighted. However by claiming equality on par with men, this cannot be achieved. We have to show that we are competent, think, decide and act. We need to be respected.  This is very important.  But they way things stand today, achieving this could be a challenging task.  How so?

Remember the mirror in your room?   Well, ask yourself, how much of your lives revolve around that mirror which reflects what others see you as?  Have you ever looked at yourself...as yourself?  What then is yourself?  How have you constructed your selfhood?  Does it really matter?  The flesh and blood image which stares out of that mirror is just that: flesh and blood.  The physicality of that image is all that matters, if the flesh is fine, everything is achieved.  Your goal is to look beautiful, meet stereotypical notions of feminine beauty which is most of the time physical.  There does not seem to be the need to develop that inner self because the mirror does not reflect that.  There are no creams and lotions in the market which helps enhance the beauty of that self.  So what others want to see you as, you buy and adorn yourself.  What others do not see in you, you do not see in yourself. You operate in the ocular reality and the saddest thing is that, this ocular reality is not yours, it is that of the male. When such is the situation, how does one develop the  ‘I’ in you?


When you can realize  and recognize the ‘I’ in you, it is  then that you start  treading the path of feminism.  That ‘I’ is not shown in the mirror, you have to look beyond.  To develop this ability of looking beyond, you need to readjust the vision that you see in the mirror.  You have to see beyond, the actual self and then learn to accept and respect that self. You have to reject what patriarchy sees you as: an object.  You have to create your subjectivity and then your journey begins in the true sense. Educating yourself helps you achieve this. And education is not aspiring for a degree, it is more. It is learning to respect yourself and making others respect yourself.  The task is arduous and the going tough but that should be the goal of girls who want to bring in change in the oppressive patriarchal structure.

Thursday, 17 October 2013




don't

Please...don't tell me
  What not to read
Don't even tell me
  What to read,
I have crossed the realm
 Of fear, I don't belong.

When you see a book
 Languishing on my lap
Sometimes so intimate
 To irritate and wishfully
Long for that space
I may ignore the look
On your face

Maybe one day when you
Understand my need to read,
To tread dangerous paths
And leave me be
Then I might put my book
Aside...to notice you

Sunday, 15 September 2013



with Dr. Sara Abubacker at the Vice Chancellor Prof S.A Bari's  Office,  Kuvempu University,
Dr. Sara Abubacker and Prof  Krishnamurthy Chander,  from the Department of English,Mysore University 

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

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Sunday, 4 August 2013

                                                  IS AGE A PRIVILEGE?   

All through childhood we are taught to respect and revere age.  We are taught this at a very young age and at home.  We are taught through training and examples.  We, at home were taught to get up (if we were seated) if anybody older than us walked into the room.  Knees were never to be crossed , foot never to be pointed in their direction and disrespect never to be shown in any action, not even voices were supposed to be raised.  Men were not supposed to smoke and drink in the presence of elders.  These were values ingrained so hard and so deep that we were made to think that these were eternal values never changing, never even thought to change.  Until recently...

Children grow up to pass on these value systems to posterity.  And things go on without break.  What exactly do we teach our children?  In the sense, what do we really teach them to revere in age, their age in terms of numbers, their experience or their wisdom?  And what do we teach them to revere in experience and wisdom?  Knowledge is infinite and constantly fluctuating. What is true today in one circumstance can never be true for tomorrow.  Tomorrow is always different.  Relationships differ, equations differ, perspectives differ, human beings differ then why not eternal values, if there are eternal values at all.

Values which do not change, are values which burden us.  I am reminded of something that a teacher of mine taught his daughter 25 years ago. It took me a quarter of a century to learn from that incident.  A domestic incident turned nasty, the wife an unwitting victim to the tyranny of the mother in law.  The son indignant at the treatment meted out to his wife. A familiar story everywhere,  but the husband, already a father for quite a few years, told his daughter  “ if i behave in a similar fashion when i turn old, throw me out”. 
Old age need not be a privilege always.  Should not be. There is no excuse for being rude and badly behaved.  If elderly people behave in whatever fashion they deem fit and expect to be condoned for it, then truly it needs to be thought twice.  Relationships are delicate and needs to be nurtured.  It is not a law,  even a law is amended.  Nothing can be taken for granted, rather nothing ought to be taken for granted especially relationships.

Going through a troubled phase in trying to find the right balance in relationships took a toll of my health.  Until then i was unselfish,  giving what I could most importantly give, time and money.  There are roles that one has to play.  For  women it is never easy. She needs to balance a family and a career. She is a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister and maybe many more.  And when she balances many roles, she cannot be chosen only for one role and the other ignored.  If that is so, then the entire essence of what she is , is lost.  Either way, she needs to be respected for what she is in entirety.  When that does not happen, her equilibrium is upset.  This is what I went through which prompted me to examine relationships all over again.

I have heard enough of parents left unattended and uncared for.  I have wondered why this happens.  I am surprised that one can walk away from people who love you and had cared for you all your life.  I had vowed never to belong to that group.  Today, things have changed.  My values have not altered.  What has altered are their values.  My son told me  about an advertisement that he remembered   “unconditional love or no relationship”.  I understand that the advertisement was for jockey.  I was struck by what he was saying because that is the basis for every meaningful relationship.  But relationships today are one sided,  either from the children or parents.  Children we can teach, but parents?  If we attempt to do it, there are great emotional upheavals creating big gaps in relationships.  We are expected to compensate for age, age is a privilege or should it be?

Children watch us compromise for not wanting to hurt their (parents) sentiments.  Balancing is never easy.  And children learn from these very experiences.  Their learning tools are defective; it does not teach them the right values.  They will pick up what is accessible easily and here the behaviour of the older generation triumphs because they get what they want.  And that the children want.  So there it is, values do not change and the viciousness is generated year after year.

I reiterate, values cannot be forever, they need to change.  There is no excuse for bad behaviour, age is not a privilege, it is a huge responsibility. 

Thursday, 1 August 2013

                                 

                                  school.....chool ...hool...ool  !!!!!                         
               

 I keep wanting to write about this but somehow never got beyond my own experiences.  Do I have to personalize everything in order to understand someone else’s thoughts?  Do I have to empathize? 

One is the eternal nagging thought of having to send my child to school which drums into his head, routine, run of the mill type of education: a learning system which leaves no room for imagination, which does not in any way ignite the natural curiosity of a child.  This is perhaps the complaint of some parents, maybe in a way of all parents.  Enough has been said about this route learning practiced in school.  Or has it?   I am going in circles.  Talk about the mind of a woman who loves to jump back and forth not wanting to be boxed into the dull and dry logic of everyday talk and speech.  It’s fun to be disorganized. Every time you have to dig your way into something that you know you have but don’t know where you have placed it is quite demanding and exciting.  The eureka at the end of the search is so rewarding!!!  

So, back to the conditioned mind. I was telling you about school but not about the teaching.  Rather the news item was about doing away with corporal punishment and if flouted imprisonment!  Wow!  This should really put a scare into teachers!....

If a teacher so much as touches a student, oh boy do we have a swell time!!  But then we forget they are teachers!  They do not have to touch at all.  That’s the whole beauty of it.  The word is corporal punishment, not harassment you see so there’s nothing that teachers have to be apprehensive about.  Sound elusive and disjointed?  I love being elusive and so disconnected.  Let me share an anecdote.

A child had tummy ache at 8.30 in the morning.  By 9.30 the ache disappeared, school missed.  This was every day. The mother was perplexed, worried.  She took him to the pediatrician and the verdict, a mild infection.  Two doses of medicine did not work.  The ache was still there. The trip back to the doctor was with more apprehension.  The doctor listened patiently and nodded.  She turned to the child.  Where does it hurt? She asked.  The child was 5 and said ‘’here’’ pointing to the tummy.  When does it hurt? asked the doctor.  "When I have to go to school" said the child.

Is the story incomplete?  I prefer to leave it so
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Teachers can demoralize students without lifting a finger.  The reasons could be numerous.  Corporal punishment is the outcome, the reaction and not the cause.  The human mind is capable of such suave monstrosity which for a moment makes us wonder why on earth were we regarded as the crown of creation? My English teacher in school had hated me enough to fail me in the class test because i did not obey her!!!  My principal in college was shocked when i had told him that the English teacher there was boring!!! But he did not punish me.  It does not take much for teachers to be vindictive. Basically i feel that there is insecurity in their minds and the absence of the right kind of upbringing.  I will not call it education.  Today education does not make sense. There is a beautiful Urdu word for it ‘’thaleem’’ which brings into its ambit, culture, tradition, learning, respect etc.  If somebody can add more I would be thankful.  This thaleem is what makes one human.  And being human is being androgynous.  And this makes one complete.  There is something so incomplete in the teachers of today.  There is perhaps no commitment; no heed to the calling, in fact teaching is just another profession.  It is just another market that one caters to for a living.  You sell to live.  Of course i am not generalizing.  I am a teacher too.  I see and therefore I know. 

Teachers no longer reach out.  They are secluded, isolated and terribly afraid: afraid to connect and make meaning lest they fall short of expectations. But then that’s the fun of teaching, falling short means that one can gear up and keep learning, but perhaps not for everyone.  Hence the corporal punishment

A legislation making corporal punishment a punishable offence is quite welcome.  But how do we spare the child from different forms of psychological torture/pressure at school? How do we teach them to brace up against different temperaments of teachers at school?  And more importantly how do we teach teachers the art of bringing up a child?  A child, my son’s pediatrician had said, is like a blotting paper.  They soak up anything.  When that is the case, how do we teach teachers the art of pouring the right mixture and the right amount onto the blotting paper?

Children are curious and tender.  They need to be tutored with patience and understanding.  But schools do not seem to be doing that. Barring a few teachers, a majority of them have taken to the profession because it is just that, a profession.  Maybe I am old fashioned as a teacher, but it gives me immense satisfaction to know that I have been able to mold one tender mind into the correct form. To know that a student of mine steps into this confused world with balanced thinking and without prejudice of class, caste, gender, region, language, etc. is a great achievement. That they are emotionally secure is my trophy to myself when i retire.   

  At the end of the day, it is this that matters, not whether I have been able to teach a Dickens or a Lawrence successfully. The number of MPhils and PhD’s produced fails into insignificance before this.

Teachers ought not to bring in their personal prejudices into the classrooms.  They should not carry personal and professional baggage when interacting with children.  This is true of every class, more so for small children.  The tummy ache of a child should disappear. We really do not need doctors to cure tummy problems, we are the doctors.


Schools can be scary places for children.  It can make or mar them.  Teachers have to shoulder a moral responsibility for every citizen who has taken the wrong path.  We are the conscience builders of the nation and unless we have our conscience intact and ethics right, we fail in our duty as teachers.