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all the necessary non-physical senses

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  • sense of wonder
  • sense of gratitude
  • sense of duty
  • sense of humour
  • sense of self-importance

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June 23, 2012 at 2:57 pm

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families

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so, because i lack company (and also the motivation to being doing something useful at this hour) I stalked random people on facebook. like, totally random.

some profiles never cease to amaze you. some just leave you a little surprised.

one old gentleman’s profile has a picture of him holding a newborn. his baby.

another one has a picture with his wife who kinda…resembles the husband.

D has this stalking habit too. but I think she stalks the younger crowd, while my choices are very random and unbiased.

this evening was spent watching a beautiful, brilliant musical/play hayavadana – my second play in a week🙂 what would I not do to dabble a little in theatre! 

in which one woman’s heart yearns for a man who is not her husband. except that he has her husband’s body. while her husband has the other man’s body.

yeah i know what you are thinking. the old gentlemen on fb lead simpler and less confusing lives..

 

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May 19, 2012 at 6:36 pm

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giving it our best shot – rant alert

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some days I get a feeling that I’m working with a lot of phonies. and it’s a passing thing usually.

today D said she couldn’t do the recycle unit for the prep class and she will swap it for something less complicated next year. well, what surprises me is she hasn’t made any extra effort to modify the lesson plan/teaching activity and see if that helps before announcing the swap.

or the other day, Y tells the class, “California is in Los Angeles”.

or M, who never fails to jumble up her tenses – “where did you went yesterday?”.

I’m a fairly new teacher and I hardly comment on what’s going on unless it concerns me or my work. 

but to think i work in one of the city’s most expensive schools….and we have children from the farthest corners of the world spending their (most wonderful) early years with us.

Surely, we could do better? 

edited to add: I mention expensive because we continue to hear of private school teachers who are so underpaid and hence lack the motivation that incentives supposedly bring.

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May 16, 2012 at 5:14 pm

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nipples

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Teacher helps 5 yr old M change her clothes and notices 4 yr old S in the room. She asks him to leave. M pipes up in her thick Brit accent,  “Because if he (S) stands there he can see my nipples. And my mum has told me that nipples are the most privatest parts of my body”.

 

On hearing a comment from the Teacher about her long hair, M says, “Well, yeah i know my hair is really long now…it can reach my nipples!!!”

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March 14, 2012 at 3:10 pm

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Gus-speak

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Me: Hey Gus.. What’s up? Do I see Star Wars on your shirt?

Gus: Yeah. This is Darth Vader.

Me: Oh! Is he the good guy or the bad guy?

Gus: He is a bad guy. He does this to everybody.. (fist-stabs himself)

Me: Ah! So do you like him?

Gus: Hmm, I like to ‘see’ him.

 

Now, there my darlings is my profound statement for the day. From a 5 year old who didn’t speak a word of English until last term.

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February 29, 2012 at 1:35 pm

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Poof

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Went the resolve to not buy clothes for the next couple of weeks.

One is now the owner of two pretty And dresses. Summer is my excuse. Also the fact that when I did my wardrobe survey, I noticed that I had plenty of matronly clothes which always bring out the following lines in me: what do I wear? Oh these look bad. These are baggy and boring. I will look like an antique piece in this. Gosh, I’m going to be late. I just cannot find something nice to wear.

I was never the fashionista growing up. But now looking at the muddled state that my wardrobe is in, I’m beginning to think it might to be wiser to invest in a few classy and comfortable pieces, than buy ten times the number on an impulse, simply because they are cheaper. I was always the street market and charity shop girl. I left Bombay with 7 pairs of shoes, each worth a hundred bucks. Today my maid owns one, one hasn’t seen the light of the day and the rest cannot be worn for more than 3 hours at a stretch. My crocs slip ons have stolen my heart in the meantime.

Wardrobe culling is what I need to be doing full swing this year.

In other news, I met a friend from uni days yesterday. It’s been five years. She calls herself fat now. It was a hurried but lovely meeting. She is moving back to Bangalore soon with a fancy cv to boot (her academic growth is amazing -(in six years, she has a phd and a post doc fellowship from imperial). Somewhere in the conversation, drosophila melanogaster came up and I felt quite nostalgic. It took a fruit fly to make me rethink a career in science.

Last weekend I was at the literary festival in the city. I walked in clueless only to be surrounded by the arty farty types. I wish I had at least carried a jhola. It was quite nice. Girish karnad has a rockstar voice.I left the place with a strong urge to write about gender (which was majorly discussed by the panel). But by the time I trekked back to Shivaji nagar to take a crowded bus home, all I wanted to do was rant in my blog about the smell of regional sweat.

Later people.

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February 19, 2012 at 9:36 am

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The important things in a Barbie (and fairy) obsessed 5-year old’s school bag

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The important things in a Barbie (and fairy) obsessed 5-year old's school bag

1 Barbie doll, 1 tiara, 2 marbles, 2 rings, 1 shell, 1 skull pendant, a butterfly, a butterfly clip, 1 pink pencil, 1 valentine, 3 coconuts and 1 unidentified object.

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February 7, 2012 at 12:51 pm

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