Dear Teachers and Sir,
I miss Lumens and you all, and I have had amazing memories with you guys. I have written a poem,
for you all.


All those teaching me since childhood,
You have always been so good.
All those memories, all those times,
They shall be remembered lifetime.
Remember the trip the Mumbai?
Jab Tanzim teacher end me roi?
Or year by year at school,
So cool .
Our teachers were our lifeline,
They made sure we were fine.
When I got my fracture,
Tanzim teacher and Palani Sir
didn’t leave till I cured.
All my teachers and sir,
You made life at Lumens,
So fun,
Became comedians and
comediennes.
Thank you for it all,
So now let’s give the call,
Happy Teacher’s Day.
-Mishika Joisher

Prologue: Every year, come February and the whole school is excited and eager to know, “What now ?” on annual day! In 2020, we decided to challenge ourselves. Our grade 4 & 5 had done a lot by now, comedy, serious drama, dance, narration and the question to us was also, “What next?”.

So we thought to challenge grade to 3 to do serious acting and challenge our confident grade 4 & 5 to produce, direct, script and manage the whole show and selected their favourite “The Lion King” as the story.

Creating Simba caught in stampede was the toughest challenge!

They had 15 working days to put up the show from scratch and were shown rushes of broadway show of Lion King to refer acting, stage set up, make up, lights and whatever else required. We were not sure, if they would be able to achieve it in such a short time! And what a show they came up with! https://www.facebook.com/664385620241324/videos/188129815782989 A small write up on the experience shared by one of the students, Mishika Joisher.

The Best Annual Day

The annual day was near and the whole of Lumens was buzzing with excitement. What would day do this year? Which would be the lead play? A lot of questions were in the minds of about 250 children. That’s when it was announced. “All kids 3- Sr.Kg will do dances and under will do plays. We will be doing the Lion King as the main act. Grade 4 and 5 will mentor grade 3 to do the play. There will be a props and costume team, a light and sound team, and a direction team which will help grade 3 learn their lines and enact the play. There will be a budget team to buy the needed materials for all the team. To make sure all teams work in harmony and on time, there will be a coordinators team.” Kunjal and I immediately signed up for this. Saksham did too. When another boy asked why he said: “With the two smartest girls in school, I need not work.” We both made our minds to give him the most tiring, exhausting, fatiguing, boring, stabbing, wearing, and drilling tasks ever. Boy! He was in for trouble! Our facilitator was Palani sir, and at our first meeting, he gave it to us. “You are coordinators. Your work is to make sure all kids get equal work like…..Hey! Jash!” He ran off to the fourth-grader Jash who had signed up for nothing and was busy hitting junior students with a cricket bat. Sir left him off to the props team. He continued “You must make sure all kids get equal work. You need to have a daily meeting with all teams to help them plan their to do. They have to finish all work by 16 of Feb. You have to make sure they are using the list and following it. At end of the day….! Jash!” The mentor of the props team was holding him and dragging him towards sir. We were painting the zebras when he started taking bottles of paint and playing catch with them. He spilt 3 bottles and spoiled our zebras. Next, sir left him at the light team, which he and Abhishek sir were in charge for. The sound and light guys had access to a pretty little office and we, coordinators had the staff room, whilst the props guys had the art room. After lunch, sir met us in the staff room to continue: “You have to use the big notice board in front of the school where a big excel sheet will be printed. It will have dates in the left-hand corner and boxes after each titled with the team’s name. You have to write the team’s to do for the day there. When done, put a tick to it. Mishika, you will manage to do. Kunjal, you will do the meeting and inform Mishika whatever the team has finished. Saksham you……! Jash!” “This time the sound team mentor came holding him. ” Sir he wasn’t allowing the student to plan the mic to do on the computer and was playing games on it.” “Jash this is your last warning!” Now you come with us and do whatever Saksham says. Okay, so Saksham you……” “Ow!!!!!!” Shouted Saksham. Jash had poked him with a pin and his thigh was bleeding. A teacher took Saksham to tend his thigh. “Jash this is your last warning! Hey Yuval!” Yuval was in the light team and was sir’s assistant. “Take care of Jash!…. And your thighs!” So it went on. Things went as planned and even though Jash was a pain, I would give hats off to Yuval for controlling him. Saksham was our assistant and boy, I gave him work! “Get the pink marker….No, the blue!… Red!…. I care you’re tired!” Kunjal too tired him. “Hey! What’s that? Why are you not noting the exact same word the teacher is saying in the meeting?”. But soon work became easier as many teams were finishing things fast. Only the props team wasn’t getting maks for the lions. That’s when Saturday morning, I and a few people of the props team made a trip to a papier-mache artist. I bought a pretty little tortoise, being the only one with pocket money, but the trip was tiring. It was extremely hot, the van was congested, but to make up for it, the artist allowed us to make some models with him. I secretly made a doll and snuck it to the van, but I decided to leave it to him. We ended up making our own masks, mainly cause the budget team said buying them was too expensive. The day of the drama came. The day before, all the little kid’s dramas were done, but today was our day. After the dances, came the drama, oh! So beautiful! In the end, they called all grade 4 and 5 to the stage. We bowed, and after showing a video featuring the whole Make of the Movie, all the kids left. I ran to my baby brother, and my mom, who was the host, being a teacher, took over him. We all met the principal and his wife and spend time with them in the food court. I had some cooldrinks and had a time of my life! It was the best annual day.

~Mishika Joisher

Being just a month old teacher at Lumens, I was really excited about the trip to Dharampur since in recent times – Chandrayaan was all we were talking about at school and otherwise. I was also quite curious to see how Lumens kids react to the talks of an ISRO scientist and how does the scientist react to such a bunch of young (4th and 5th graders), curious, confident and outspoken children. I had always heard and seen the effects of the teaching method, QuadSeek in the ways young kids knew things and spoke of them during the last one month. So even before the management thought about it, I volunteered to go to the Dharampur Science center with the kids to attend the talk by an ISRO scientist.

True to my expectations, the trip was undoubtedly an inspiring and memorable one as interacting with these kids at an informal level was quite fun and impressive.  I can never forget the moments when the kids were moving around the place exploring interactive science exhibits before the talk and teaching me those things. To be honest, apart from learning some of the things I didn’t know, I was quite proud to see the surprised expressions on the face of other people around us. It was quite difficult to show humility when they asked me which school were we from, though other teachers and kids didn’t seem that affected, maybe after a while, I will get used to this too.

I was in complete awe of the questions they asked us (the teachers) and the scientists present there which showed me their level of curiosity, fearlessness in asking questions, confidence in answering and their thirst for knowledge.

One of the questions that blew my mind was when a kid asked, “Each country is investing in its own space research. Its all for all the humans on the earth. Then why don’t we all work together? We may be able to do achieve a lot more at much lesser cost!” This question helped me restore my faith in the kind of education our children are getting.

Bharat Ratna, C Subramaniam (https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/chidambaram-subramaniam-7415.php), referred to as Father of Green Revolution in India, made India proficient in wheat production and stopped imports of grains. He was a freedom fighter, Minister of Food and Agriculture, Minister of Finance, Minister of Defence, Governor of Maharashtra and above all a part of the team that drafted the Constitution of India.

Visionary and man of action, C Subramaniam called upon M R Raghavan in 1996, a few years after they started Shikshayatan, to know about their method of teaching and their work. After meeting Raghavan and his daughter Nirupama, he wrote an article in ‘The Hindu’ and how well he drew a plan to improve the state of education in India……

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The fastest, easiest and happiest therapy is learning.

Learning makes children ‘grow’. Children, especially the ones who have not yet been inducted into school [!], learn the most; because they learn from experience. You frown?

Look at a three month baby. He turns on his stomach and his nose hits the ground. Ouch! He cries. He does this a number of times when he realises that when he turns he needs to keep his nose off the ground.

Gratefully, we can’t have classes for this or …

Look at a 6 month baby. He has learnt he can go against the gravity and pull himself up but his hands have not yet learnt to bear his weight. He learns to bear his weight and to move from point boring to point interesting.

Gratefully, we can’t have classes for this or …

Then the baby decides he wants to see what is on the table and so teaches himself to stand. He has learnt that falling is only a part of the process, not the end and certainly not the interesting part. So, mostly the mother turns around to find him standing holding on to the table cloth. She lets out a squeal of delight, he turns around in surprise, lets go of the cloth, falls down and teaches himself to stand all over again.

Gratefully, we can’t have classes for this or …

He teaches himself to walk, to splash water, to throw the ball, to run to something instead of away from it [most little ones look in one direction and move in another which should tell us how well our brain controls our movements; but then we do not have the time to stop and appreciate the simple things of life!].

Our little baby teaches himself to evolve through the first 5 stages of the Dasa Avataar with no instructions.

The five stages of Dasa Avataar are:
– Lying prone rather like fish [matsya]
– Crawling [koorma]
– Creeping [varaha]
– Sitting [narasimha]
– Standing erect [vamana]

Gratefully, we don’t have classes for all this or we would mess him up completely with a firm and unwavering hand. Oh, I am not joking. Because by the time he is at the fifth stage, we realise that the little fellow actually understands what we say. And then begin the Niagara of instructions. ‘Throw the ball… like this… far… to me… where are you throwing it?…don’t kick, throw’. ‘Eat with your right hand… this is your left hand… right hand… don’t use your left hand…shake hands with your right hand… don’t give with the left hand…’ ‘ Write a slanting line, in the middle write a straight line then write another slanting line… write a straight line, write a round at the bottom… not that side this side that is b this is d…’

If a child does not become a pre-school dropout it is because he still loves to teach himself – how to grip the pencil, how to make it move smoothly, how far he needs to tilt his head so he can see what he writes…

A child learns best when it is exciting; he learns better when he teaches himself. He is most concentrated when he sets his sights and works towards it; he is curious about the end and enjoys the process. There is never a dull moment. Life is joy and the need to learn is deep and insatiable.

Our job is the humble one of introducing possibilities, creating learning situations and keeping quiet while his mind works out the solutions to the challenges we have inadvertently thrown at him.


~ Aruna Raghavan

When I sat out to teach marketing to grade 4, I was not sure if it’s a good idea. I had done these hundreds of time with engineers and MBA’s with a fair bit of success but never with 9-year-olds.

We were planning an Honesty Shop in the school, where kids make things, put them up for sale and kids only buy it at a minimal price as 1 or 2 Rs an item. The shop is not be supervised or watched over by anyone. Kids could go there during a designated period, buy whatever they like and put money in the box kept in there. The idea was, eventually all or at least majority of the kids will learn to be honest. I thought of taking this opportunity and make kids design posters for the ad for the shop.

We had to make ads for the honesty shop for 2 purposes.

  • To make kids aware of the shop and buy things from it
  • To make parents aware of the shop and its purpose

As it seem, first point was very direct and easy but to give second message in a short and intelligent waywas not an easy task.And to include both the audience in one ad looked a complex task even for an experienced adult.

I took one class to explain them the idea of the shop and shared a story of an honest taxi driver I had come across to make them aware of how difficult it is let go of greed and how it helps the beneficiary. Wasn’t sure if it will work but it seem to invoke interest in them. We even spoke a little about rules of marketing and attracting customer attention using different tools. I just kept asking and giving clues where required and they knew the answers.

We summed up that they need to make an ad on a chart paper for the honesty shop, which will meet the two purposes listed above and the best ad will win a price. We also listed down the tools they can use and points they can keep in mind, which are.

  • Attractive Colours
  • Attractive pictures
  • Words that can grab attention
  • Meaningful punch line/ jingle

We divided them into 4 teams of 5 to 6 people randomly and did a mock trial of making an ad in 15 min.We even spent a little time and discussed what was good or lacking in each of the poster made by them and hoped to get them thinking. In the end I suggested them that they should mull over it over the whole week every day, discuss with their team and list down the how and what they would like to do in the competition so they are better prepared for the d-day. I didn’t expect them to take this seriously and discuss and list down the plan butthought that even if they pondered over it a little, they would gel better as a team and come up with better ideas.

On the day of competition, they were all dressed up in fancy dresses for some celebration and I wasn’t sure if it was a good day for 4th graders to take part in competition on as serious a topic as marketing! But had no option, as I had already announced and couldn’t afford to delay it further.

To my surprise, they got out of their celebrations and got to the business in a matter of minutes!They had even listed down ideas for this over the week!

I offered them white and colourful chart papers to work on with a suggestion that I would prefer white as that would give me more options to use other colours on it. As it goes, they readily agreed and asked for white chart paper. Unfortunately, one of the white chart papers was torn and so we were short of it by one. I told the fourth team that they can go with light blue, as that was the second best option.To give them confidence, I even suggested that if they used colours well, it may actually give better look than white.To my surprise, they didn’t whine about it at all and straight away got onto work!

I gave them one hour, which I think is really short to come up with a good attractive poster/ ad for fourth graders on such a serious topic.

Three of the four finished the posters in an hour and they were really good. The fourth group couldn’t, not because they were short of ideas but they couldn’t gel as a team and ended wasting time in coming to agreement on what to do. One of the team members even cried and I had to counsel her a little but I feel in the end, they learnt the most about working with team. The one who cried is also one of the brightest in the class but confessed just after 10 minutes of competition that she will loose as she never wins in competitions and gave up at the very moment. In the end, she also confessed that she was more afraid of people teasing her for loosing. I suppose the pressure of self expectation is one of the hardest.

To give her and that team a second chance, I announced a surprise assignment with a price that all of them would have to come up with a small write up on their experience of doing this assignment as a team and the best and most effective essay will get a price. I hinted to this team that they have the best chance of winning this one as no other team had better understanding of pitfalls of bad team work than them. I was hoping that the disheartened team will not only get a chance to win but also ponder over what went wrong and learn the most important lesson of life, working as a team and taking defeat in a stride. Life always gives another chance; we only have to be up for it.

The girl took the chance and came up with the best write up on her experience of working as a team in this assignment. She was quite happy to prove herself wrong about never able to win a competition.

I also got to observe an unbelievable display of harmony and team work in one team, which was not only the first to finish a neatly done poster but had lots to share about work done by their team mates to others! This was the same team that had to do with light blue chart paper. Not that they didn’t have more than one power houses (dominant kids) in their team!

Another surprise, was one of the best jingle in English created by one of the weakest in English! The jingle was, “If you be honest, the world will be honest to you.”

Is it always good to run to your strength to get a good output? Not sure now! Another team had a bright girl, who is obviously a power house and is also extremely good at English. As expected, she was quite well prepared and got to job at the word go but her team mates hardly got to do or say anything. The girl had many good ideas and in the end that turned out to be a problem for them, their poster had too many things. But I am sure with time and right guidance, she would do really great. For now, it’s time for her to imagine more. Problems of plenty are easier to solve.

Halfway through I threw another challenge to change the situation and announced that the team with the best team work would get another price, though, by then I was sure of which team deserved this price. But as I had hoped, in both the teams (other than the team with major conflicts and the best team work) the dominating kids suddenly started looking around at people who were ignored or weren’t happy and started inviting and giving them work. And my parents feel, as we don’t have exams, our kids are not competitive!

 

Rahul Desai

 

 

 

We all know of Rabindranath Tagore as the poet whose ‘Jana gana mana’ is sung as India’s national anthem.

We all know that he created a school for children and called it Shanti Niketan.

But the important questions are: why was his song chosen as the anthem when there were equally wonderful poems being written at that time?
And why did he create Shanti Niketan?

The answer to both these questions is the same.

Rabindranath Tagore wrote the Gitanajali in Bengali. The great Irish poet W.B Yates heard about them and asked for a translation. Tagore wrote them in English. The Gitanjali took the western world by storm and Tagore was conferred the Nobel prize. Soon after, Tagore was also chosen to be knighted by the Monarch of Great Britain. He was to be called Sir Rabindranath Tagore. It is one of the highest recognition for work done in any field.

The British were ruling India at that time. There was political unrest with Indians asking for autonomy. The Rowlatt Act passed by the British ruled that Indians should not hold meetings or gather in large groups or discuss the political situation in the country. Despite the act, at Jalianwala bagh, in Punjab, a rally was held.

General O’Dyer took a suomoto decision and opened fire at the crowd without warning. Hundreds of people, including women and children were killed in the firing. The news shocked the world. The British government was horrified by O’Dyer’s action.

The nation mourned the action. Tagore did not consider it a single unconnected event but as an attitude of the ruling minority. He turned down the invitation for knighthood. The shooting in Punjab affected a great poet in Bengal and humanity was chosen over personal acknowledgement and over the wishes of a monarch of an empire.

As a child Tagore lived for a while on the banks of the Ganga, watching the sun rise, listening to the boatmen sing as the boats floated gently. His palatial home had many small ponds and trees around them. Rabi loved to sit there and dream and write poems.

What he did not like as a child was his school where the classrooms were made of bricks and kept out the sun and the breeze. Even as a child Tagore knew that a room symbolized the minds of those in it. Young Rabi found his school stifling.

So grew the idea of a school. A school where the shade of a tree would be a classroom, where music would reflect the notes heard in the wind and where children could ask questions. A school that would set the minds of children free of fear, where the pursuit of knowledge would be the purpose and Truth the guiding principle.

Pain, he knew, were of many kinds. For the physical and emotional agony suffered at Jalianwala bagh he refused the knighthood. For the physical, emotional and mental trauma suffered by children he founded Shanti Niketan.

Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore lived by the tenet ‘You are not alone in your pain; I understand and share and would like to make a difference.’

Do unto others what you would like them to do unto you.

Let us not rephrase it to: do unto others what they did unto you!

Here the key words appear to be ‘would like’. Time to change
Our fathers went through the system as did we. Time to change
There is so much more to know today than before. Time to change
Demands on every next generation are higher and higher. Time to change
I want to give my child a life better than the one I had. Time to change

A pre-requisite to relishing a dynamic environment is responding to its kaleidoscopic movements. To do more one has to mobilise oneself differently. You cannot make a million cars in a 1000 car capacity plant. An expanding dream therefore requires self-motivated initiatives. Not for us the wait and watch policy, time is intolerant of it, it moves on! Combing for new ideas is imperative, all to gain by chancing.

The question frequently asked is – Is this a safe school to leave the child to, with its uncommon ideas? Ask yourself why would one risk millions of rupees in investing into a school if one were not engulfed by the ideas? Ask yourself why would any founder risk his/her reputation of goodwill with useless experiments? Ask searching questions to satisfy yourself but probe. Seek validations but pursue the new. You do not have to eat the whole egg to know it is good. Take the chance, the risk is calculated.

 Slow and steady is the past, quick and sure the future. When does one take the step? Early is late! Give the best early. It is clear that early detection is half the cure. Time lost can never be regained. The early get to eat the choicest the late ones can but get crumbs. Live the difference now. Waiting for it to percolate to you could be late!

History is replete with instances where the ones who took uncharted territories, ruled. Social growth is surely about moving away from the routine and weather-beaten. The breath of freshness of the new is invigorating, the taste of neoteric is delectable, seeing the expanse of the yet unconquered is thrilling, feeling the little explored is exciting. Listen to the call of exceptional. With every chance you take, you discover a new road to a newer destination.

Walking down a well-tread path will surely offer fewer sights than walking in the woods. Rarely would one reach the home riding on the highway alone. You need to turn off, and where you turn makes all the difference. You miss the turn and it may be a long way before you can get yourself back!

To chance is about computed probabilities, to change is an exploration, transformation a certainty.

~Raghavan M R

I was in school screening Bhag Milkha Bhag for my middle school children. My friend had thrust a copy – “I know you’ll love this movie and it will be years before your see this if you don’t take it.” He knew I didn’t approve of unofficial copies. My school is in a small village and our two hundred children – like us – are cut off from the rest of the world. I watched the movie in Mumbai with my sister. Then came home and that very evening watched it with my mom and husband. That Saturday I watched it with the teachers in my school. They know no Hindi and so the three hour movie ran to almost 4 with all the explanations.
Then I screened it for the teachers of a nearby school; and finally, last evening I screened it for my children in the 6th, 7th and 8th standard. With the children, it meant a class on the last few years of Indian independence movement and the turmoil of partition. I used a pre independence map and the India map today. The demand of Pakistan and Radcliff’s instructions for drawing the boundary that caused untold misery for millions; the conditions of the refugees at the camp in Delhi; the families that uprooted themselves and settled on either side became poorer; and all in the name of ‘security’ and ‘equality’.
There were questions, but one which was relevant to my purpose was: was anyone happy to have come to India?
I told them the story of Milkha Singh in brief. I wanted the movie to do its work.
As the movie progressed I stopped and explained. They enjoyed the scenes of the recruits being trained, Prakashraj rolling his eyes, Milkha guzzling the ghee, the lateral use of a cricket ball, the catchy song scenes; suitably horrified by the roughing of Milkha, awed by Milkha training in high altitude, winning all the medals and the final victory against Khalique. The movie ended and a statement was made: but he never won the Olympics, so his life was not fulfilled.
Tomorrow I shall be back in class with a single question.
What was Milkha’s real Olympics?
I have found that while dealing with the growing mind a direct statement is either shunned or completely accepted without personal evaluation of the statement. Either way, it is a dead loss. I have found movies one of the best mediums to discuss, draw and help children find their own answers to whatever questions they might have and are trying to solve. For, in essence, all questions boil down to one single question: how should I find harmony in my circumstance? How can I lead a happy life?

Which was Milkha’s question. How could he find harmony within himself, haunted as he was by the cruelest memory? Death for any child is incomprehensible; wanton killing unbearable. Being a witness to the killing of one’s family a horror. Orphaned and alone, with very little literacy, he travels all the way from Multan to Delhi. The fear, the disbelief, the horror does not permit him to cry. He starts life in India as a child who must learn to fend for himself. But he has a thick layer of protection – a protection that stands good all through his life: the love his family had for him. If Milkha loved something it was to be a cynosure of all eyes. Reciting a hodgepodge rhyme and having the family clap their hands and make much of him is a memory that keeps his heart warm and alive. Even when he takes to theft, small time gambling, the essential character remains: there is good humor and laughter in it all. Even as he ran laughing across the hot desert sand and crossed the Chenab to go to school, so does he go through the desert period of his life: clowning on a cycle while urchins cheer him on; raising Cain with the local constabulary. Anything for a laugh, any way for a simple living, any idea to keep people think he is a hero. Deep down, again and again, he remembers his grandfather’s words, ‘you are born for great things, Milkha.’
An information passed to him casually by his girlfriend that a nation is given a holiday on Gandhiji’s birthday because he was so great, catches his fancy. His dream: to have a holiday declared nationwide because of him. Dreams are deep; dreams are wishes made by the heart and the heart always makes it come true. In that moment, Milkha kick starts his life.
It is always interesting to a student of history, or a philosopher, how Life decides to act to fulfill a dream. Milkha joins the army as a recruit who barely knows to read or write. Two forms of education begin: the physical, where his body is trained to obey his will and formation of an indomitable will and discipline that grows with every challenge. At every moment there are choices opened for him. Dance, sing, drink with the girls or focus on his training. When he decides to refocus, he graciously apologizes to the girl. “Sorry, Sarah. You no problem ji, I problem.” He wins her goodwill and heart all over again and so he is free to concentrate on his game.
The Pakistani coach sneers at him. “Well, you ran from Pakistan and have been running ever since.” Sometimes our enemies are our best friends. The words inspire Milkha to run like he had never run before and win. Milkha wins the Asian Games, Commonwealth Games in Cardiff; he is presented his gold medal by Queen Elizabeth and he meets the Duke too. For the nation it is a moment of pride. For Milkha, who is still fighting his horrific past, it is a pause. A boy with hodge podge rhyme, a man who could not string a real sentence, by now speaks English, has learnt to write too.
Interesting: literacy comes from education not the other way around. A great pedagogical Truth. What every philosopher and educationist the world over repeats but no school pays attention to: learning of the alphabets or reading should come as a consequence to an abiding interest created by a teacher / adult; from the insatiable curiosity that is nurtured the young child should want to read and know for himself. Personally, it was a lovely moment.

And with education comes dignity and grace. India is invited by Pakistan to friendly games and Pandit Nehru declares Milkha Singh will lead the contingent. Milkha refuses. Nehru sends his two coaches and the sports minister to meet Milkha at Chandigarh. They have no idea what to say to him and so talk about the weather, the plants in his house, the tea. Milkha says, “I am sure you have not come all this way to discuss the weather or the tea. Tell me.”
“Panditji would like to meet you!”
The meeting is very simple and short: Milkha makes his feelings known but Panditji overrides him. He is a soldier and there are battles that are not always fought on battle fields. Milkha is mature enough to understand: his personal hate of Pakistan is up and he must confront it. Life was sending him back to where all his tribulations began. Was there a reason?
He revisits his home. For the first time he cries and thus the catharsis. His childhood friend has now occupied his home. His home that he thought he had lost he sees is revered by his friend. His friend’s wife offers Milkha’s favourite drink: milk. It was a homecoming that he did not expect. His home was loved. Milkha grows once more: he sees his love for his family and home come back to care for him again.
At the games, Milkha wins. General Ayub Khan bestows on him the title “Flying Sikh,” and says that all of Pakistan is honoured to have him there. Milkha smiles.
What about the dream? That which the heart makes? When Panditji said, “Tell me Milkha, if you win the match what would like me to do for you?” Milkha says, “I would be happy if you declared one day’s holiday for all of India.”
For what is in the deepest of heart comes easily to the lips. Milkha’s reply stems from a sense of equality that comes from valuing oneself. Education as it should be.
So, then, what am I going to tell my children tomorrow?
That Milkha’s Olympics was not in the races he ran or won or lost. His Olympics was with himself: to reconcile, to know that Life had always cared for him even when he was hungry and sitting on a shroud; to learn to love again even as his friend had kept him in his memories; that the Spirit was his and his alone. That Milkha had choices to make every day: every time he chose wisely, the river of Life flowed.
That to have a dream is important and to make it broad and as all-encompassing as possible. If you dream of caring for people and learn well, Life will make outstanding teachers, doctors, nurses, academics or enlightened managers of you. Life would consider your inherent qualities, your potential and lead you to the right place, at the right time. That it would be fun to flow with what Life will deal and discover its meaning. But dreaming of ‘becoming’ a teacher, a doctor or a software engineer is limiting Life’s possibilities. For then, when you have ‘qualified’ the stalemate will begin and you will repeat yourself ad nauseam.
So dream. Dream large and nice. A dream that will set you on an adventure. A dream that ‘ Life [will] want to take them and make them a Man’. A dream that you will spend an entire life time perfecting.
The movie isn’t about Milkha at all. It is about you. For in the Oneness of Being you are all also Milkha.
That is what I will tell my children tomorrow. I am not going to tell them what to dream. I am going to tell them how to dream.

As written for and published in Parent Cricle megazine.

~Aruna Raghavan

Aruna Raghavan at Lumens School, Vapi
Aruna Raghavan at Lumens School

 

Your mind is a garden,
Your thoughts are the seeds,
The harvest can either be
Flowers or weeds.
~William Wordsworth

Isn’t that beautiful and true?

Creative writing as an art is dying – literally methodically getting destroyed with school curriculum repeating topics or making ‘sample’ essays that children are expected to learn ‘by heart’. With that goes out first the child’s capacity to articulate, then his capacity to think, his humour and last, any new idea he is capable. This process is completed by the child’s tenth year! Let us see how we can preserve a child’s individuality.

Writing an essay is all about thinking: the process of thinking coherently, cohesively and when ever possible laterally. So, we begin with the simple task of helping a child think of an idea in as many forms and images as he can.

Let us take an example. Suppose your topic with your eight year old is: mountain. The words that come to mind immediately are:
cold, snow, valley, high, majestic, Himalayas, Everest.
With a little prodding or help, a child could come up with : apples, skiing, hiking, plums, fishing, farming, falls, orchards, pine, tourism, fir, cherries, birch, oak, pears, peach, river, lake, streams, trekking, camping, mountaineering.

There are twenty seven words in all. Each word is an associative of the topic. If you think up a word that your child hasn’t, call it out. If the word or concept is new explain it to increase his understanding. Since this is a learning process, do not worry about how much you have to help your child. The more you help spontaneously, the faster and better your child will learn. Do as many such topics and brainstorming as you can. You’ll find as the game becomes familiar, your child’s capacity to link topics will grow dramatically.. The rationale behind this exercise is to have your child whiz from image to image in his mind. Choose common topics at first growing to complex ones gradually. You’d be amazed at what ‘common’ topics like cows, beach, train and such like can yield.

When you have done at least twenty such exercises you are ready to move on to the next stage. Only, from now you’d require a paper and pen. As you and your child call out the words of a topic write them down. Let us take the above topic of mountain. The words can be divided into three or four major groups. Descriptions of the mountains, mountains as water source, vegetation, human activities.

Under description you have: cold, snow, majestic, valley, high, Everest, Himalayas
Under water source you have: river, lake, water falls, streams,
Under natural vegetation you have: pine, fir, oak, birch, and as orchards you have: apples, cherries, plums, peach, pears
Under human activities you have: farming, orchards, skiing, hiking, camping, trekking, mountaineering, tourism…

Thus you have four heads and each head could be a paragraph. Since each paragraph will deal with only one idea it will naturally be cohesive. Now all that your child has to do is write it! You could have him tick off the ‘points’ as he finishes.

And how does he write it? There again you have two points of interest. One is a simple narrative – how most children write. However, if you have been reading out stories, funny narratives, essays from the time he was little, you’ll find that he’ll have developed a style that is unique to him. The more a child reads or is read out to, the better his essay will be because he will draw on motifs besides his own. So it is important that you read to your child. It is immaterial how old he is. If you find something interesting, enjoyable read it out to him. The triple benefits are: his world expands, his style grows and the most important of all, you get to learn and laugh with your child. What could be more wonderful than that?

~By Aruna Raghavan

Have fun filled summer at LUMENS SUMMER CAMP, LUMENS SCIENCE CAMP and SPORTS SUMMER CAMP.

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Find the details below.

Indoor Camp: ThemFLIER-fronte- Know the rising spirit towards greater evolution.

Evolution is study of similarities and differences that promote the survival. Lets look at the fascinating world with an eye on tomorrow.

                             

 

 

 

 

 

Science Camp: ScienceFLIER-back is not only in labs but all around us. Experience the everyday magic of science.

Sports Camp: Make the most of available time to avail professional coaching and play. Learn

Football                                  Skating

Basketball                              Chess

Gymnastics

Athletics

Table Tennis

 

 

 

 

Every year we, at Lumens try to make summer holidays interesting and fun filled for children. This year we have not only got a new concept for summer camp but are also introducing sports camp for the children of Vapi. It is a great opportunity for your child to have fun filled summer at LUMENS SUMMER CAMP and SPORTS SUMMER CAMP.

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The focus of the summer camp is the evolution of plants and animals of our planet as theorised by Charles Darwin. Darwin set on the journey of the world and came up with the theory of how life on the planet earth evolved to present state, which also helps us to think what can possibly happen in future.

In this process the child will learn to use an atlas, make notes, appreciate the bases of nomenclature and biology, understand how postures of animals have been applied in yoga, be creative and make mask and puppets based on life forms.

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We all still remember, and some of us still get, that warm fuzzy feeling of opening a box with a shiny new pair of boots, or unwrapping the cover round a new tennis racket. With the days getting longer and the sun trying to burst through to dry up the rain we are… yes…. we are…getting close to the summer!

This summer Lumens also brings to you the best ever sports summer camp for children.

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Sports Camp 2015 Details

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