Archive | December, 2013

End of the rainbow

18 Dec

I fancy that I am getting over you.
Some days, when I feel particularly strong,
I think I am over you.
Till a stranger passes by,
And a whiff of their perfume lingers.
I take a deep lungful,
Despite fighting the urge not to.
But when has any part of me listened,
when you were involved?

Your obstinacy has rubbed off,
As I realize that,
Nothing of me is mine anymore.
Not my heart, not my mind,
Not even my senses.
And suddenly that small whiff,
Destroys the false hopes I have nurtured,
The foolish attempts I have made.

The eight inches between the head and heart,
Seem like light years away.
And the memories come rushing back,
A force stronger than me.
Your smile when you see me,
Your words, your eyes,
How you used to say,
You would take me away,
Your eyes in contrast with that smile.
Telling me more than your words ever could.
Making me want to wish it into existence.

The thing that all the writers write about,
You made me see it through you.
More than you, more than me,
But somehow not enough?
Because if it were wouldn’t we be one?
And so I fancy that I am getting over you.
Some days, when I feel particularly strong,
I think I am over you..

But for now, I am hung over.
As I remember things I thought were long forgotten,
And now I see,
They were like a placid lake.
Your absence, my anguish,
The biggest pebble,
Creating endless ripples.

And so, I wonder,
Were you just a passing fancy,
Or were you the last of them all?

Shoulder to cry on

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Because all students are idiots!

13 Dec

Disclaimer- This is not directed at any one person. Just another something that made me want to write.

There are teachers from every category, right from people who motivate you to make something of yourself and be a better person to others who make you want to hurl the 3 lbs book they prescribe as reference at their face. This post is about the latter. *snort*

Among all the teachers who prescribe such voluminous books, a few of them would only know the name of the author(s). Mostly because they referred to the same book, when they were our age (one of the earlier editions). Ancient, aren’t they? Decrepit, almost.

Yes. We understand that it an amazing book. After all, books are reprinted because:

1. They make good head-rests.

2. They act as objects that would potentially help in developing those puny arms.

3. They would fetch a good price at the newspaper mart.

After all, we are idiots.

There are several teachers out there, who are amazing people, but abysmal as teachers. They come to the class and start taking random topics. By random, I mean, different concepts within a topic is taught in varying degrees of speed, with significant overlap between classes.

This leaves hardly any time for the more important concepts and we are left to fend for ourselves. Not that we mind, but what irked me about this was that the teacher concerned told us we should have been more responsible.

How? By giving them a list of topics they have covered, with a small tick against those they have taught and a mark with a red pen against those they haven’t.

The overlap between classes makes it irritating, particularly if more than three consecutive classes were spent on the same concept, with the only difference being in the presentation.

Why? Because unless a single concept is taught multiple times, in a disorganized fashion as opposed to once, reasonably well, we will fail to understand it.

Why? Because we are idiots.

In a class of say 25 people, how many would you expect to be brilliant? I mean IQ in the Ionosphere brilliant? Say 2? You have 7-15 people who are well above average intelligence and the rest 8-10 are average students.

(Hold that thought!)

 These teachers take immense pride in telling us that their standard of questions will be really high and will be completely application oriented. I appreciate the effort taken in setting such a question paper, I really really do. But my point is, if so much effort is being made to set such high standard of questions, shouldn’t the same level of teaching precede it? Or at least a certain obligatory minimum level of teaching so that we would know what to expect?

Another thing is not everybody in a class has higher order thinking skills. So, why do you set the paper in such a way that even if an average student reads all the concepts well, except one or two, he/she would still feel awful after having written the exam?

Shouldn’t the question paper be formulated in such a way (based on difficulty level) that the average student should be able to get over 50% quite easily, if they have read well?

But sometimes this just isn’t possible. Their expectations are not anywhere close to reality.

Why? Because our IQ is equal to our shoe size.

Studying can be fun and interesting. Teachers can make it that way. Sure, we have a few blah teachers, now and then, but the others more than make up for it. I’ve seen both ends of the spectrum from hopeless to brilliant. I’ve also decided that, if I ever succeed in becoming a teacher, I’ll strive to emulate a teacher who inspired me to make something of myself or not teach at all.

Because no matter how beautiful a subject is, no matter how interesting, if the teacher who first introduced it to you, or taught you that subject during one of its critical phases was bad or worse, the subject become a nightmare. Because you don’t understand it and hence you are not motivated enough to pick up that long discarded book anytime before the exam. And that becomes a vicious cycle.

I know of teachers who pretend like they know everything, when in reality they hardly know the subject they are teaching. And yet they seem qualified enough to pass comments if a student hasn’t done a class test well.

How is this fair?

What right do you possible have to make a student feel small because he/she did not get the marks you expected them to get? Do you know what is going on in their life? Do you know if they understood the concept? Do you ask? Do you honestly think we do nothing than loiter around? Do you think we don’t try?

Because you have thirty degrees to your name? Teachers with 3-4 degrees after their name taught the same subject and they excelled at it. So, please..

What right do you possibly have to raise such a question if you know you didn’t do justice to that concept?

If you honestly felt that badly, shouldn’t you put more effort in making sure the concept was understood?

A lot of times, the teacher who is handling the subject is a major (at the graduate/Post-Graduate level) in a completely different subject. So, the subject they teach currently is moot, because they will talk about or ask questions about only what they know in detail.

Why? Because we can’t think for ourselves.

Another thing is this obsession with English. A person who speaks mediocre English on her best days has no right, to pick on a person in front of the whole class because she couldn’t phrase her answers right.

Because not all of us can do what Benedict Cumberbatch does.

The next time, you hear awful English from a student, please  get us a copy of Wren & Martin. I’m sure there is something in there about subject-verb agreement that we can learn.

I’ve met scholars* who make my jaw drop with their knowledge. I also know of scholars who don’t know jackshit. Sometimes, a scholar teaches better than their guide. So much so that you like subject, in parts. You see, when a scholar can cover an important topic in 2 hours and still manage to have the class awake and invigorated at the end, that ladies and gentlemen, is a job well done.

But their guide teaches a single concept for 4 weeks. I appreciate the effort they take in sourcing the materials. I understand the time they take to understand the concept just so we can understand it better, through them, but.. I don’t appreciate their method. They are intelligent, helpful and so much more. But, I cannot help but be angry with them.

The question at the end of the day, is, would the teachers who set your question paper, be able to answer it, without any external help, in the same time frame allotted to us students?

Honestly, the only saving grace you have is that the few brilliant teachers we students have seen and been taught by, although rare, shine brighter than the darkest of you and push us up, towards the skies, towards what they believe we are capable of.

Unfortunately, some of us are forced to wipe off pond scum as we go by.

*Scholar/JRF/SRF-Junior/Senior Research Fellow. A person who is currently pursuing his/her Ph.D.

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