OUR NEW SCHOOL BUILDING
Huge, airy classrooms,
Awash with light.
A long, long green board,
Plenty of room to write.
Sliding windows and ventilators,
Breeze blowing in all day.
Happy children, a treat to see,
Fun and Frolic and Play.
Lush green trees, light blue skies
All around can see.
This, our new school building,
Eager & energetic makes one be.
Jyoti Honkote
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
“It was a fantastic experience.” I must have said this for the umteenth time. But it was no overstatement. It had indeed been out of this world. I would never, even in my wildest dreams, have imagined that I at the middle age of 46 climb 4000 feet of a rocky precipice, 2k of which would be a sharp 90 degree incline.
Around a month back, Sukanya’s friend Deven asked permission to take her on a trek. He assured that he would take good care of her. “I am quite a responsible person” he had said. I had looked at him sceptically. That very day this boy showed me how responsible he was by breaking the cement lid of my water tank. Hence when he brought up the topic again I asked whether I could go too. I registered my name and did not allow myself to think too much. I am one of those who never want to say ‘no’ to anything.
As evening advanced, my nervousness increased. First of I hated the clothing I had chosen for myself, then I couldn’t decide what to take for next days’ lunch. Anyway there was no backing out now. We boarded the bus to Murbad at 11.30 p.m. from National Park. On reaching at 2.30 a.m. we were told to make ourselves ‘comfortable’ on the long, hard seats at the bus stand. At 5.30a.m. the place started filling up with people. We had tea and bhajjias at a ‘Dhaba’ and left for Naravali village from where our trek would start. Here we were introduced to our organisers- the Giri-Vihang trekkers. We ladies were given a round of applause for being present in larger numbers than the 33% reservation quota. The huge mountain loomed above us –seemingly insurmountable and majestic. SIDHGAD was in the shape of the sideways view if our hand with the thumb pointing upwards. Now I just couldnt wait to set off.
Armed with only the bare neccesities of food and water, we started with enthusiasm. After sometime we came to a lovely stream. We had been warned not to waste too much time here and so against our wishes we had to stop splashing around and start once again. We walked and walked and walked. The path was all uphill and rocky.we met a few villagers too. Soon we started asking,” how much more?” We reached the plateau region at 12.30p.m. Being tired I really didn’t feel hungry. The important question to be answered at this point was, “Am I going to climb that steep section? Will I be able to do it? Wont I be a burden to the others?” I also knew that if I didn’t go I would curse myself forever. To have come so far and not go till the top would be akin to having an ice-cream in hand and not eating it. I decided to go and not think. I would take one step at a time.
STEEP! AND HOW MUCH? Knee length lush green grass grew everywhere. We could barely see any path. In fact at several places there was none. We just had to find footholds and handholds and climb. The scene was alluring. We could sit and gaze for hours and hours. Yet we weren’t allowed to do so as we had to climb. The professional trekkers had placed themselves at various intervals in the line so that they could help us amateurs. They gave excellent support. On several occasions they put themselves in danger while ensuring our safety. A slight drizzle had started and mist was gathering everywhere. It was pleasantly cool. Soon we could see only a few feet ahead. We had to be more cautious now since the path was wet. Little streams trickled down the mountain. We quenched our thirst and filled our bottles with the cool, crystal clear water.
Finally, after a two hour ascent we actually reached the top. The efforts of the amateurs was applauded. Contented, we just lay down in the high grass and took deep breaths of the rich air. We had a wall of thick white mist all around us. We searched through for the broken parts of the once spendid fort. People were clicking away, eager to record this historic event, this momentous occasion. As if to reward us and our efforts, suddenly the mist parted and revealed the superb scenery. Miles and miles of green, interspersed with a bit of brown. A winding silvery river and the best of all, white cauliflower shaped clouds at the far end of the horizon. We just couldn’t tear ourselves away. Our guides insisted that we had to start the climb down. We had a long and difficult descent ahead.
As had been done earlier, before we started, Goddess Bhawani was propitiated. This time Deven dedicated himself totally to ensuring that I descended properly. Even during the climb, he had been near me giving constant tips and encouragement. Our roles had reversed. He was the teacher and I was the child. “Right leg on this rock, left on this and take a grip at this point. Lean towards the mountain. Do this, don’t do that.” I was dirty, probably stinking yet he didn’t leave me for a second. Well, I did realise that he could be patient and responsible. My legs had tired out. The thighs were aching. A slight tremor had started. We were not allowed any rest on the plateau since it would soon become dark. Sukanya had carried the backpack throughout the trip in order to ensure that I faced no hassles. In spite of not being a regular trekker she had been at the front of the line throughout.
My knees had decided to give company to my thighs. The aches was unberable and the tremor had intensified. The descent was no more tough but now things were beyond my levels of endurance. It was becoming dark and my speed had reduced drastically. Everyone was overtaking me. I had persuaded Deven to go ahead long ago. I was walking like a zombie with only one thought – I cannot give up. I must reach the others soon. Somehow or another I managed to remain with the tail end of the group. Darkness descended like a cloud and suddenly we realised that we were lost. While searching for the right path we met Sukanya’s group. They had got lost twice since they had dilly-dallied at the stream. Fortunately after half an hour we were rescued. It was pitch dark in that area and I felt like a blind hog.Sukanya caught my armed and guided me along with our mobile light. At 9.15p.m. we finally reached our bus. We were too tired to even celebrate. All clambered aboard and we left immediately. “My legs!” I couldn’t move them. I couldn’t sleep.
We reached at half past midnight and had a long, hot bath to wash out the muck and grime. I had to take a pain killer to be able to sleep.
Around a month back, Sukanya’s friend Deven asked permission to take her on a trek. He assured that he would take good care of her. “I am quite a responsible person” he had said. I had looked at him sceptically. That very day this boy showed me how responsible he was by breaking the cement lid of my water tank. Hence when he brought up the topic again I asked whether I could go too. I registered my name and did not allow myself to think too much. I am one of those who never want to say ‘no’ to anything.
As evening advanced, my nervousness increased. First of I hated the clothing I had chosen for myself, then I couldn’t decide what to take for next days’ lunch. Anyway there was no backing out now. We boarded the bus to Murbad at 11.30 p.m. from National Park. On reaching at 2.30 a.m. we were told to make ourselves ‘comfortable’ on the long, hard seats at the bus stand. At 5.30a.m. the place started filling up with people. We had tea and bhajjias at a ‘Dhaba’ and left for Naravali village from where our trek would start. Here we were introduced to our organisers- the Giri-Vihang trekkers. We ladies were given a round of applause for being present in larger numbers than the 33% reservation quota. The huge mountain loomed above us –seemingly insurmountable and majestic. SIDHGAD was in the shape of the sideways view if our hand with the thumb pointing upwards. Now I just couldnt wait to set off.
Armed with only the bare neccesities of food and water, we started with enthusiasm. After sometime we came to a lovely stream. We had been warned not to waste too much time here and so against our wishes we had to stop splashing around and start once again. We walked and walked and walked. The path was all uphill and rocky.we met a few villagers too. Soon we started asking,” how much more?” We reached the plateau region at 12.30p.m. Being tired I really didn’t feel hungry. The important question to be answered at this point was, “Am I going to climb that steep section? Will I be able to do it? Wont I be a burden to the others?” I also knew that if I didn’t go I would curse myself forever. To have come so far and not go till the top would be akin to having an ice-cream in hand and not eating it. I decided to go and not think. I would take one step at a time.
STEEP! AND HOW MUCH? Knee length lush green grass grew everywhere. We could barely see any path. In fact at several places there was none. We just had to find footholds and handholds and climb. The scene was alluring. We could sit and gaze for hours and hours. Yet we weren’t allowed to do so as we had to climb. The professional trekkers had placed themselves at various intervals in the line so that they could help us amateurs. They gave excellent support. On several occasions they put themselves in danger while ensuring our safety. A slight drizzle had started and mist was gathering everywhere. It was pleasantly cool. Soon we could see only a few feet ahead. We had to be more cautious now since the path was wet. Little streams trickled down the mountain. We quenched our thirst and filled our bottles with the cool, crystal clear water.
Finally, after a two hour ascent we actually reached the top. The efforts of the amateurs was applauded. Contented, we just lay down in the high grass and took deep breaths of the rich air. We had a wall of thick white mist all around us. We searched through for the broken parts of the once spendid fort. People were clicking away, eager to record this historic event, this momentous occasion. As if to reward us and our efforts, suddenly the mist parted and revealed the superb scenery. Miles and miles of green, interspersed with a bit of brown. A winding silvery river and the best of all, white cauliflower shaped clouds at the far end of the horizon. We just couldn’t tear ourselves away. Our guides insisted that we had to start the climb down. We had a long and difficult descent ahead.
As had been done earlier, before we started, Goddess Bhawani was propitiated. This time Deven dedicated himself totally to ensuring that I descended properly. Even during the climb, he had been near me giving constant tips and encouragement. Our roles had reversed. He was the teacher and I was the child. “Right leg on this rock, left on this and take a grip at this point. Lean towards the mountain. Do this, don’t do that.” I was dirty, probably stinking yet he didn’t leave me for a second. Well, I did realise that he could be patient and responsible. My legs had tired out. The thighs were aching. A slight tremor had started. We were not allowed any rest on the plateau since it would soon become dark. Sukanya had carried the backpack throughout the trip in order to ensure that I faced no hassles. In spite of not being a regular trekker she had been at the front of the line throughout.
My knees had decided to give company to my thighs. The aches was unberable and the tremor had intensified. The descent was no more tough but now things were beyond my levels of endurance. It was becoming dark and my speed had reduced drastically. Everyone was overtaking me. I had persuaded Deven to go ahead long ago. I was walking like a zombie with only one thought – I cannot give up. I must reach the others soon. Somehow or another I managed to remain with the tail end of the group. Darkness descended like a cloud and suddenly we realised that we were lost. While searching for the right path we met Sukanya’s group. They had got lost twice since they had dilly-dallied at the stream. Fortunately after half an hour we were rescued. It was pitch dark in that area and I felt like a blind hog.Sukanya caught my armed and guided me along with our mobile light. At 9.15p.m. we finally reached our bus. We were too tired to even celebrate. All clambered aboard and we left immediately. “My legs!” I couldn’t move them. I couldn’t sleep.
We reached at half past midnight and had a long, hot bath to wash out the muck and grime. I had to take a pain killer to be able to sleep.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A STUDY OF A DEAR AUTISTIC CHILD
A STUDY OF A DEAR AUTISTIC CHILD
Master Kshetradnya Kuwalekar
I had first seen him in the activity room going around in circles with the sole object of being continuously busy, climbing the slide, going under the tables, occasionally stopping to minutely examine a new object and abandoning it after some time.
Not really knowing what I would be in for, I opted to take up the challenge of being the class teacher of Std. I A, Kshetradnya’s class. As a free gift I got cute little Ashlesha. I have a little study about her too but let us go to that later.
Kshetradnya is seven years old and pretty strong. He refuses to make any eye contact. He drones most of the time. Initially he kept to himself but as he became familiar to the new environment, he started exploring his surroundings. He purposely falls over his classmates. Sometimes he starts shouting as if he is angry about something. On such occasions he literally prowls the class and grabs some new type of compass box, crayon or pencil, anything that catches his fancy. What amazed me is the way the children handle him. They ignore his ‘sound levels’, his unusual behavior and only look at him warily when he comes near. Only when he takes anything that is theirs, do they protest. Some give him a tough fight.
I was told that he went to a special teacher. Here he got the one to one attention that he needed for his development. I went to meet her and learn her methods. I was astonished at the manner in which he put together a train set within no time. He then demanded for animals to arrange around the tracks. He also built a relatively complicated vehicle using the pieces of meccano by looking at the guidance manual. Once Kshetradnya wants something, whether it be a piece of a toy or a particular crayon he becomes obsessed with it and will not be satisfied with alternate articles however interesting they be. He just throws away the other ‘offerings’ with venom.
Occasionally, his explorations have yielded rich dividends in the other classes. At the sight of his familiar face, children just scream warnings and instantly hide their goodies. He loves circular movements and many of the benches of room no. 7 have been colored white with crayons. Kshetradnya can read quite well, in fact he loves to do so. He loves new colorful books and eagerly searches for his favorite animal- The Elephant. He repeats the word with great joy. He named all the familiar creatures on a new chart that was put on display. But he liked the elephant the most. He seems quite intelligent. I find it extremely difficult to give him the kind of attention that he needs. If I could do so I would have been able to tap the intelligence and talent that definitely possesses.
Below are some specific observations.
1st October- We had EVS oral and Drawing exam. Kshetradnya seemed out of sorts. He didn’t respond to my request to take out his colors and when I took it out for him he just threw all of them on the ground. He was alternately wailing and screaming . After he took away another child’s white colour and kept it for sometime, he became quiet. I gave him two books to go through. He searched for his favourite ‘elephant’. Then he kept himself busy joining the dots and tracing pictures of animals.
4th November – We meet again after a long and relaxing vacation. We had Craft. Marble paper had been distributed to all. As instructed, Kshetradnya made a triangle fold. I demonstrated how to make ‘ Aeroplane’ to the class and made one and flew it towards Kshetradnya. He was delighted. He flew his in my direction and a ten minute game ensued. His squeals of delight were a treat to hear. Another remarkable breakthrough was that he was making eye to eye contact, he was actually communicating.
6th November – The moment I entered the class, I got three written complaints. I knew what they were about even before reading them. Kshetradnya had torn two workbooks and broken a compass and a waterbottle the previous day. Since he does not copy from the board, he has plenty of free time. When his classmates don’t show him their possessions he simply takes them by force. Sometimes to only throw them away again. When he faces opposition all hell breaks loose. There is no stopping him then. He is big for his age. Even I am not able to control him then.
Anyway today was ‘waterbottle inspection’ day. Finding nothing new in the class, Kshetradnya strolled out. He looked closely at all the new varieties, changed their places and then poured water from one to the other and back again.
Master Kshetradnya Kuwalekar
I had first seen him in the activity room going around in circles with the sole object of being continuously busy, climbing the slide, going under the tables, occasionally stopping to minutely examine a new object and abandoning it after some time.
Not really knowing what I would be in for, I opted to take up the challenge of being the class teacher of Std. I A, Kshetradnya’s class. As a free gift I got cute little Ashlesha. I have a little study about her too but let us go to that later.
Kshetradnya is seven years old and pretty strong. He refuses to make any eye contact. He drones most of the time. Initially he kept to himself but as he became familiar to the new environment, he started exploring his surroundings. He purposely falls over his classmates. Sometimes he starts shouting as if he is angry about something. On such occasions he literally prowls the class and grabs some new type of compass box, crayon or pencil, anything that catches his fancy. What amazed me is the way the children handle him. They ignore his ‘sound levels’, his unusual behavior and only look at him warily when he comes near. Only when he takes anything that is theirs, do they protest. Some give him a tough fight.
I was told that he went to a special teacher. Here he got the one to one attention that he needed for his development. I went to meet her and learn her methods. I was astonished at the manner in which he put together a train set within no time. He then demanded for animals to arrange around the tracks. He also built a relatively complicated vehicle using the pieces of meccano by looking at the guidance manual. Once Kshetradnya wants something, whether it be a piece of a toy or a particular crayon he becomes obsessed with it and will not be satisfied with alternate articles however interesting they be. He just throws away the other ‘offerings’ with venom.
Occasionally, his explorations have yielded rich dividends in the other classes. At the sight of his familiar face, children just scream warnings and instantly hide their goodies. He loves circular movements and many of the benches of room no. 7 have been colored white with crayons. Kshetradnya can read quite well, in fact he loves to do so. He loves new colorful books and eagerly searches for his favorite animal- The Elephant. He repeats the word with great joy. He named all the familiar creatures on a new chart that was put on display. But he liked the elephant the most. He seems quite intelligent. I find it extremely difficult to give him the kind of attention that he needs. If I could do so I would have been able to tap the intelligence and talent that definitely possesses.
Below are some specific observations.
1st October- We had EVS oral and Drawing exam. Kshetradnya seemed out of sorts. He didn’t respond to my request to take out his colors and when I took it out for him he just threw all of them on the ground. He was alternately wailing and screaming . After he took away another child’s white colour and kept it for sometime, he became quiet. I gave him two books to go through. He searched for his favourite ‘elephant’. Then he kept himself busy joining the dots and tracing pictures of animals.
4th November – We meet again after a long and relaxing vacation. We had Craft. Marble paper had been distributed to all. As instructed, Kshetradnya made a triangle fold. I demonstrated how to make ‘ Aeroplane’ to the class and made one and flew it towards Kshetradnya. He was delighted. He flew his in my direction and a ten minute game ensued. His squeals of delight were a treat to hear. Another remarkable breakthrough was that he was making eye to eye contact, he was actually communicating.
6th November – The moment I entered the class, I got three written complaints. I knew what they were about even before reading them. Kshetradnya had torn two workbooks and broken a compass and a waterbottle the previous day. Since he does not copy from the board, he has plenty of free time. When his classmates don’t show him their possessions he simply takes them by force. Sometimes to only throw them away again. When he faces opposition all hell breaks loose. There is no stopping him then. He is big for his age. Even I am not able to control him then.
Anyway today was ‘waterbottle inspection’ day. Finding nothing new in the class, Kshetradnya strolled out. He looked closely at all the new varieties, changed their places and then poured water from one to the other and back again.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
POSITIVE ATTITUDE
My friend, Reena, has lots of friends and seems to have all the luck in the world. She sees the proverbial glass to be half full instead of half empty. She would be an asset to any organization playing a key role in keeping the morale of the players at a constant high.
What makes her click?
She has a positive attitude.
We can, all of us, work on our attitude on a daily basis to ensure that we are having a positive effect on our institute, our colleagues, parents and the little children in our charge.
SEPARATE MOOD FROM ATTITUDE
Our interactions are largely governed by our mood on that particular day. This in turn is dependent on the atmosphere at home, the scenario in school and the events till that moment. Is it possible to exude positivity when we are angry or depressed? OF COURSE! Would you forgive a surgeon for doing a shabby job because he was upset with his wife? OF COURSE NOT! All of us have to strive to be actors, to behave in a certain prescribed way regardless of our feelings. We must remember that 50-70 tiny-tots are looking up at us with eagerness and trust. They would be hurt if we suddenly changed from a smiling individual to a frowning one. Their innocent faces should work as a salve on our wounds. We must be our organizations ‘star performers’. This does not mean that we should be ‘mere robots’ performing the mechanics of teaching. What a different workplace we would create if all of us would be focused on the noble task of instructing, encouraging and moulding.
AVOID NEGATIVE PEOPLE AND NEGATIVE THOUGHTS
A negative person has the capacity to spoil your day. We must avoid them like the plague. At least limit our interactions to a minimum. Kuddos to those, who are so strong as to bring them around to see their own point of view. We must evaluate ourselves on a daily basis. Put a check on all negative thoughts. Get into the daily habit of giving ourselves positive inputs. The subconscious mind has tremendous power. It will work to fulfill our thoughts both negative as well as positive. We should do what we love to do most. A daily walk, half an hour in the pursuit of a hobby and 20 minutes devoted to oneself, for the purpose of introspection, will work wonders.
BE SELF MOTIVATED
One often hears that organizations aren’t profuse in appreciating good work. They expect all the employees to put in their best but are slow to praise. Motivation is an ‘inside job’. Though it is easier said than done, all of us must be self propelled. Our ‘star performers’ shouldn’t depend on the fruits of their labour to perform once again. It should be a labour of love with no expectations. Remember--The source of all bliss is the dedicated performance of duty.
In short we should-----
# Want to work sincerely
# Enjoy what we do
# Take pride in our work
# Care about our colleagues, students and their parents
# Be dependable, energetic, enthusiastic and open to new ideas
# Be fun to be with
# Be a positive influence through our words and action.
So let us analyse our attitude and create and sustain a healthy work environment.
Let us be positive in our outlook
Mrs. JYOTI R HONKOTE
My friend, Reena, has lots of friends and seems to have all the luck in the world. She sees the proverbial glass to be half full instead of half empty. She would be an asset to any organization playing a key role in keeping the morale of the players at a constant high.
What makes her click?
She has a positive attitude.
We can, all of us, work on our attitude on a daily basis to ensure that we are having a positive effect on our institute, our colleagues, parents and the little children in our charge.
SEPARATE MOOD FROM ATTITUDE
Our interactions are largely governed by our mood on that particular day. This in turn is dependent on the atmosphere at home, the scenario in school and the events till that moment. Is it possible to exude positivity when we are angry or depressed? OF COURSE! Would you forgive a surgeon for doing a shabby job because he was upset with his wife? OF COURSE NOT! All of us have to strive to be actors, to behave in a certain prescribed way regardless of our feelings. We must remember that 50-70 tiny-tots are looking up at us with eagerness and trust. They would be hurt if we suddenly changed from a smiling individual to a frowning one. Their innocent faces should work as a salve on our wounds. We must be our organizations ‘star performers’. This does not mean that we should be ‘mere robots’ performing the mechanics of teaching. What a different workplace we would create if all of us would be focused on the noble task of instructing, encouraging and moulding.
AVOID NEGATIVE PEOPLE AND NEGATIVE THOUGHTS
A negative person has the capacity to spoil your day. We must avoid them like the plague. At least limit our interactions to a minimum. Kuddos to those, who are so strong as to bring them around to see their own point of view. We must evaluate ourselves on a daily basis. Put a check on all negative thoughts. Get into the daily habit of giving ourselves positive inputs. The subconscious mind has tremendous power. It will work to fulfill our thoughts both negative as well as positive. We should do what we love to do most. A daily walk, half an hour in the pursuit of a hobby and 20 minutes devoted to oneself, for the purpose of introspection, will work wonders.
BE SELF MOTIVATED
One often hears that organizations aren’t profuse in appreciating good work. They expect all the employees to put in their best but are slow to praise. Motivation is an ‘inside job’. Though it is easier said than done, all of us must be self propelled. Our ‘star performers’ shouldn’t depend on the fruits of their labour to perform once again. It should be a labour of love with no expectations. Remember--The source of all bliss is the dedicated performance of duty.
In short we should-----
# Want to work sincerely
# Enjoy what we do
# Take pride in our work
# Care about our colleagues, students and their parents
# Be dependable, energetic, enthusiastic and open to new ideas
# Be fun to be with
# Be a positive influence through our words and action.
So let us analyse our attitude and create and sustain a healthy work environment.
Let us be positive in our outlook
Mrs. JYOTI R HONKOTE
Friday, March 21, 2008
VIDYAMANDIR AS I SEE IT
An unpretentious institution—Vidyamandir has never been out to prove its strength and steel. A simple wrought iron entrance flanked by tall trees. An even simpler edifice, i.e. the main school building and two simple chawl type constructions that house the wealth of Vidyamandir –its students.
Hailing from a middle class background the students come eager and willing to partake of the knowledge that is imparted. Steeped in the cultural richness of their houses, the students revel in the celebrations of Gopal Kala, Ganeshotsav, Navratri and Makar Sankrant once more in the primary school.
“Vidyamandir ki baat hi kuch aur hai. Iski hawa mein hi ek tajgi hai,” said one. Another, an ex-student and now an energetic well wisher once said,” Whenever I feel tired or dejected, I just take a walk around the campus and I soon feel a sense of peace.” This is but a natural as the land on which we stand has largely been donated. It comes from a wealth of generosity. It is thus doubly blessed. A congenial atmosphere is a must for an institution whose vision is to become a centre of cultural excellence. The very air is conducive to learning, the scenario being relaxed but at the same time full of purpose. Several smiling faces and only a few frowns adorn the countenance of the pupils and teachers. The days are a flurry of activity and the passage of time is hardly noticed as one event is closely followed by another.
The huge school ground is indeed our greatest asset especially in today’s age. The eagerness with which the kids rush out, run around and fall only to get up and rush around once more is worth watching. We are one of the very few schools that can boast of having fresh air to breathe. Vidyamandir has grown and flourished due to the tireless efforts of the employers and employees. It has been fortunate to have at its helm a team of like-minded, upright, dedicated individuals who have only the progress of the institution at heart. They sacrifice their sabbatical holiday in the service of the school. It’s their encouragement that boosts the morale of many an employee on a particularly tough day.
Another feature that stands out is the transparency that is maintained. The school budget is discussed and future plans are thrown open for debate and every little paisa is used for the well being of the school and its workers. Any and every comment is welcomed, may it be positive or negative. Every effort is taken to rectify errors and surge forward with renewed vigour. Anyone who has worked in other institutions before arriving at Vidyamandir will definitely feel the difference and so will be able to appreciate its greatness.
Several students boast of getting scholarships in Std. IV and Std. VII,
meritorious performances in SSC, Homi Bhabha Balvaigyanic examination, Sports and Co-curricular activities.
This is the Vidyamandir I have known and am deeply proud of.
Jyoti Honkote
English Primary Section
An unpretentious institution—Vidyamandir has never been out to prove its strength and steel. A simple wrought iron entrance flanked by tall trees. An even simpler edifice, i.e. the main school building and two simple chawl type constructions that house the wealth of Vidyamandir –its students.
Hailing from a middle class background the students come eager and willing to partake of the knowledge that is imparted. Steeped in the cultural richness of their houses, the students revel in the celebrations of Gopal Kala, Ganeshotsav, Navratri and Makar Sankrant once more in the primary school.
“Vidyamandir ki baat hi kuch aur hai. Iski hawa mein hi ek tajgi hai,” said one. Another, an ex-student and now an energetic well wisher once said,” Whenever I feel tired or dejected, I just take a walk around the campus and I soon feel a sense of peace.” This is but a natural as the land on which we stand has largely been donated. It comes from a wealth of generosity. It is thus doubly blessed. A congenial atmosphere is a must for an institution whose vision is to become a centre of cultural excellence. The very air is conducive to learning, the scenario being relaxed but at the same time full of purpose. Several smiling faces and only a few frowns adorn the countenance of the pupils and teachers. The days are a flurry of activity and the passage of time is hardly noticed as one event is closely followed by another.
The huge school ground is indeed our greatest asset especially in today’s age. The eagerness with which the kids rush out, run around and fall only to get up and rush around once more is worth watching. We are one of the very few schools that can boast of having fresh air to breathe. Vidyamandir has grown and flourished due to the tireless efforts of the employers and employees. It has been fortunate to have at its helm a team of like-minded, upright, dedicated individuals who have only the progress of the institution at heart. They sacrifice their sabbatical holiday in the service of the school. It’s their encouragement that boosts the morale of many an employee on a particularly tough day.
Another feature that stands out is the transparency that is maintained. The school budget is discussed and future plans are thrown open for debate and every little paisa is used for the well being of the school and its workers. Any and every comment is welcomed, may it be positive or negative. Every effort is taken to rectify errors and surge forward with renewed vigour. Anyone who has worked in other institutions before arriving at Vidyamandir will definitely feel the difference and so will be able to appreciate its greatness.
Several students boast of getting scholarships in Std. IV and Std. VII,
meritorious performances in SSC, Homi Bhabha Balvaigyanic examination, Sports and Co-curricular activities.
This is the Vidyamandir I have known and am deeply proud of.
Jyoti Honkote
English Primary Section
Thursday, January 24, 2008
THE CYCLE OF LIFE
Conceived as an embryo,
Pulsating and growing,
A symbol of HOPE.
New life.....a new beginning,
Softness and Tenderness,
A bundle of LOVE.
First steps.....the first word,
Excitement and exclamations,
Moments filled with WONDER.
Walking the path to pre-school,
Unwilling to loosen the grip,
Days of ANXIETY.
School days.... intense activity,
Preparations for competitions,
Celebrations of VICTORY.
The first crush...........,
Covert glances and fluttering heartbeats,
Endless emotional UPHEAVAL.
Assignments away from home,
Commitments and deadlines,
Time to develop PERSONALITY
Holy matrimony...........,
Sacrifice and understanding,
Enriched with ADJUSTMENTS.
Birth of a newborn,
Embryo now a mother,
THE CYCLE BEGINS ANEW.
Jyoti honkote
Pulsating and growing,
A symbol of HOPE.
New life.....a new beginning,
Softness and Tenderness,
A bundle of LOVE.
First steps.....the first word,
Excitement and exclamations,
Moments filled with WONDER.
Walking the path to pre-school,
Unwilling to loosen the grip,
Days of ANXIETY.
School days.... intense activity,
Preparations for competitions,
Celebrations of VICTORY.
The first crush...........,
Covert glances and fluttering heartbeats,
Endless emotional UPHEAVAL.
Assignments away from home,
Commitments and deadlines,
Time to develop PERSONALITY
Holy matrimony...........,
Sacrifice and understanding,
Enriched with ADJUSTMENTS.
Birth of a newborn,
Embryo now a mother,
THE CYCLE BEGINS ANEW.
Jyoti honkote
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
GANDHI
A bent old man with a stick,
Wearing khadi and shunning silk,
Symbol of pride and humility,
Preaching a life of simplicity.
A leader who didn't care for his life,
Others helped him in his strife,
For Motherland India's freedom,
Breaking the chains of serfdom.
His life was spent in tireless toil,
Uplifting the life of the sons of the soil,
Giving up a life of ease,
To achieve the goal of peace.
Son of Putlibai and Karamchand,
Born in a small town of Porbandar,
The gentle Kasturba, his wife,
Ready, Comforts to sacrifice.
In South India when he was travelling,
Unjustly treated, he found his calling,
Returning to India, he perceived,
Mass literacy was the need.
Self Help and NonViolence,
Being his guiding principles,
Truth and Satyagraha,
Practised by his disciples.
Only through dialogue and Non-Cooperation,
Innumerable talks and persuasion,
The British, he sent away
Without any fight or fray.
He won the hearts of millions,
The one and only in billions,
Gandhi, the father of the nation,
The jewel in God's creation.
Jyoti Honkote
English Primary Section
Wearing khadi and shunning silk,
Symbol of pride and humility,
Preaching a life of simplicity.
A leader who didn't care for his life,
Others helped him in his strife,
For Motherland India's freedom,
Breaking the chains of serfdom.
His life was spent in tireless toil,
Uplifting the life of the sons of the soil,
Giving up a life of ease,
To achieve the goal of peace.
Son of Putlibai and Karamchand,
Born in a small town of Porbandar,
The gentle Kasturba, his wife,
Ready, Comforts to sacrifice.
In South India when he was travelling,
Unjustly treated, he found his calling,
Returning to India, he perceived,
Mass literacy was the need.
Self Help and NonViolence,
Being his guiding principles,
Truth and Satyagraha,
Practised by his disciples.
Only through dialogue and Non-Cooperation,
Innumerable talks and persuasion,
The British, he sent away
Without any fight or fray.
He won the hearts of millions,
The one and only in billions,
Gandhi, the father of the nation,
The jewel in God's creation.
Jyoti Honkote
English Primary Section
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