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Peers and Play: खेळातून अभ्यास आणि सवंगड्यां बरोबर अभ्यास

Excerpt from आनंदशाळा: neighbourhood schools

खेळ आणि मित्र मैत्रिणीं बरोबर शिकायचं म्हणजे नक्की काय याचं एक छान उदाहरण सेवालाल नगरच्या आनंदशाळेत गेलेले असताना दिसलं. एका तासाला विकासदादानी सर्व मुलांना दोन गटात विभागलं. एका गटानी गणित घालायच आणि ते दुसऱ्या गटानी वहीत न लिहिता मनात सोडवून उत्तर द्यायचं. पहिल्या गटानी उत्तर बरोबर आहे का हे सांगायचं असे खेळाचे नियम ठरले. जोरदार स्पर्धा सुरू झाली. वेगानी आकडे येऊ लागले. काही मुलांना विचार करायला वेळच मिळेना मग विकासदादा मध्ये  पडले आणि उत्तर न देणाऱ्या मुलांना वेळ आणि संधि मिळेल असं पाहू लागले.

एका मुलीनी मग उत्साहानी गणित घातलं. दादानी मागे बसलेल्या एका मुलाला उत्तर सांगायला सांगितलं. उत्तर बरोबर आहे का हे मुलीला सांगता येईना. गणित घालायच्या उत्साहात ती ते सोडवायचं विसरली होती. इतर मुली तिच्या मदतीला आल्या आणि उत्तर बरोबर आहे असं सांगितलं. आणखीन एका राऊंड मध्ये पहिल्या गटातल्या एका मुलानी सांगितलेलं उत्तर दूसऱ्या गटानी चूक आहे म्हटलं. मुलानी पुनः सोडवून पाहिल आणि तेच उत्तर दिलं. पुन्हा गट अडून बसला उत्तर चुकलं म्हणून. दादा शांतपणे उत्तर न सांगता, मुलं काय करतात ते पहात होते. शेवटी वहीत करून पहा अस दुसऱ्या गटानी सुचवलं. वहीत मांडल्यावर त्याला त्याची चूक लक्षात आली. खेळ पुढे सरकला.

खेळा मुळे संचारलेल्या उत्साहामुळे मागे बसणारी आणि मागे राहणारी मुले सुद्धा हिरीरीने भाग घेऊ लागली. गणित आपणही घालू शकतो, चूक-बरोबर आपणही ठरवू शकतो ह्या नव्या अनुभवामुळे सर्वच मुलांचा आनंद, उत्साह, आणि प्रामुख्याने आत्मविश्वास झपाट्याने वाढला.

बाहेरच्या एखाद्याला हा गोंधळ, गडबड, आणि मुलांचा आवाज ऐकून, मुलांवर शिक्षकांचं नियंत्रण नाही अस वाटणं  साहजिकच आहे. पण ह्या खेळाचं एक विशिष्ट उद्दिष्ट आहे – सराव आणि प्रवाहीपणा (fluency) – जेणेकरून पुढची गणिती प्रक्रिया शिकण्यासाठी पाया पक्का व्हावा. इतरांना गोंधळ वाटला तरीही दादांचं मुलांवर बारीक लक्ष होतं. गरज लागेल तेंव्हा मध्ये पडून आणि इतर वेळी मुलांना पूर्ण स्वातंत्र्य देत ते त्यांनी साध्य केलं. अशा खेळातून शिकण्यातून केवळ विषयाचं प्रभूत्वच नाही तर इतर अध्ययन कौशल्यही मुलांपर्यंत पोहचवता येतात. स्वतःच्या कामाचा विचार करणे, चिंतन (reflection), आपली एखादी गोष्ट चुकली हे समजणे, ते मान्य करणे; आपल्याला एखादी गोष्ट येत नाही हे समजणे आणि ती शिकण्याची इच्छा असणे ही metacognitive skills तयार होण्याची महत्वाची पायरी आहे.

आपल्या पारंपारिक/पठडीबाज शाळांमध्ये शिक्षक ज्ञानाचे खजिनदार असतात. चूक का बरोबर हे ठरवण्याचा अधिकार ही त्यांच्याकडेच असतो. अशा परिस्थितीत मुलांना स्वतंत्रपणे विचार करण्याची आणि स्वअभ्यासाची कौशल्ये आत्मसात करण्याची संधीच मिळत नाही. शिकायला आनंद वाटेल अशी पद्धत आणि facilitator असलेले ताई/दादा यामुळे शिक्षणाची जबाबदारी मुलांना पुन्हा आपल्या हातात घेणं शक्य झालं.

करोना काळात शाळा बंद होत्या तेंव्हा, शिकवण्याच्या विविध पद्धती, असलेल्या परिस्थितीतून शिक्षकांनी काढलेले मार्ग याचा बराच ऊहापोह झाला परंतु तो ऑनलाइन शिक्षणापुरता मर्यादित होता. ऑनलाइन शिवाय इतर पद्धतीं मध्ये अशा छोट्या छोट्या neighbourhood schools चा विचारही करायला हरकत नाही. त्या यशस्वी होण्यासाठी काय करावं लागेल याचं हे एक उदाहरण. 

Dilli Diary

Chance Finds: जाते थे जापान पहुंच गये चीन

The Saturday outing to IARI Pusa campus yesterday turned out to be a bust. The idea was to visit their biomass utilisation unit to get some vermicompost, leaf-compost, and whatever else they could offer. Turns out the campus staff recently negotiated a 5 day week that was put in practice today. facepalm
That meant the entire afternoon/evening plans just suddenly evaporated. No compost, no seeds, no visit to their fresh produce store, no wandering in the campus enjoying the greenery.

Decided to salvage the day by visiting barafkhana area for seedlings. The 7 kms took more than 2-3 hrs due to a traffic jam. It became so ridiculous at a point that, for the sake of our sanity, we decided to stop at this quirky cafe set up in a double decker bus.

By the time we got to barafkhana, hurriedly bought last remnants of the seedlings before everything closed, and started back the journey home, it was sundown. On the way back we hit traffic again. Of course… what were we thinking. This time the shops in front of a Kalibadi caught our attention. We had no idea where we were. Had never been to this temple, so decided to check it out and may be make a meal out of the stop.

The temple and the huge pandal in front of it was bustling with festive energy. The Durga idols were closed to viewing with a curtain. Everybody was waiting expectantly. The main temple has a beautiful idol of Kali. A side shrine housed a shivlinga with the garbhagriha decorated with 12 Jyotirlingas. As I was exploring the surroundings, I heard the sound of dhak coming from the back of the temple. Some ritual was underway. I could see at least 6 drummers congregated outside a small enclosure with their dhaks decorated with red panache. The electrified energy was visible as they moved fluidly with the drumbeats even in that cramped space.

The party then moved to the pandal and set up in front of the Durga idols. The curtain was removed and the priests started what looked like rituals for invoking, welcoming the Durga and the family for the festivities. Each idol – Durga, Laksmhi & Saraswati, and Kartikeya & Ganesh – were offered flowers, tilak, fruits, and aarati. Every offering to each idol was accompanied by a short drumroll. This went on slowly and methodically for a while. I wish I had somebody to explain what was going on.

After all the family members were invited, a box of ornaments were brought in. Till now I had not realised that Durga as well as the others did not have आयुध in their hands. One item at a time patiently placed. Veena वीणा for Saraswati, mace गदा for Ganesh, a bow धनुष्य for Kartikeya, खड्ग/वज्र for the Mahishaura. With the spear भाला pointed at the Mahishasur placed with utmost care the picture was complete. I realised now that it was Shashthi, the first day of the Durgapuja festivities. Something I had not experienced the last time I attended it before the pandemic.

The process and the end result was mesmerising. The Dhaks were now in motion again. This time with more space, the drummers moving as a group, dancing facing inwards building on each others’ energy, plumes on the dhaks bobbing up and down rhythmically. Reminded me of JP Dhol pathak in Ganesh Visarjan procession.

When we were new to Delhi, I wandered about aimlessly, and got to know the city through such serendipitous finds. Covid shifted the way I approach the city, the spontainity is lost. This festive season, a chain of events, otherwise frustrating, helped me get back to that mood.

PS: Some other glimpses

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My language, your language, our language

The activity to create language maps with the girls staying at Harali was an interesting experience. It is Jessica’s method to understand how people experience, perceive language use in their surroundings. Jessica is a linguistic anthropologist visiting Harali to work with us and see if we can get some insight to move the work forward with the Laman Banjara community.

The girls were bored in the afternoon. It was their day off. I had been busy visiting Tandas with Jessica and interviewing parents and teachers about language use in schooling so hadn’t found time to interact with them. With supplies spread out in their hostel wing everybody started drawing the space, people, and languages. I was a bit unsure if the task was too abstract for them but it was surprising to see the variety of ways they drew the maps.

Some potrayed places or distance, mostly from Harali, their current location. Some portrayed it as information about places neatly divided according to some theme. Others focused closer to home. Instead of different villages and Tandas they zoomed in to showcase details of spaces in and around their Tanda – temple, lavatory, school etc.

You can see a couple of their maps here.

Related reading:
Chandras J., Tirthali D., and Dabak P. (2023). Mapping Multilingual Sociality in Rural India: Children and Youth’s Perceptions of Self and Language in Space. Communication in the Worlds of Children and Youth: Imagination, Language, Performance, and Creative Expression

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Storytelling, yours and mine

The second year of working with the Laman Banjara people, some of the students from Anandshala came to stay at Harali temporarily while their parents were away during the sugarcane harvest season. Hematai was working on creating an English-Gormati bilingual picture book with them. She had worked with students at Harali School before to create an English storybook with visuals. The students themselves came up with the story and had hand-drawn visuals. Similar to the previous project, we started with storytelling sessions. Students were asked to narrate Gormati stories that could inspire a narrative for the book.

We sat in a big circle. There was a lot of excitement and a buzz of students talking amongst themselves to figure out which story was worth sharing. A few students came forward to stand in the middle and tell a story. All of them chose to tell the story in Marathi. Most of the stories could be readily identified as the ones read or narrated in Anandshala. Hematai wanted to get to the traditional stories, that they heard from their grandparents. Stories that were specific to their people.

The next instruction was to write stories with an emphasis again on Gormati stories. The next session started with some more stories in Marathi, again mostly from the Anandshala repertoire. Hematai asked if anybody had a Gormati story. A cheeky student got up and started reading from his notebook. I had seen his writing before, so seemed like he was reading his story written in Marathi and translating in Gormati on the spot. The point of getting to the ‘traditional stories’ was lost.

Next session was about seeing different storybooks for inspiration and telling/writing new stories they had never heard of. Something that they created themselves. One student came forward with a story of a mother elephant and a baby elephant. The story was a reflection of his home life combined with the story books he looked at for inspiration – animals in the forest. The story started with the mother elephant going to work leaving the baby elephant alone, the dangers involved, the hunger, the loneliness, animals tht helped and animals who wanted to ause harm. It took myriad paths settling down at some point on how with all the money that the mother earned, they were able to build a 3 storey house full of all the amenities. In short the reality of his life, the inner struggle, and his aspirations described through the elephant family.

Being part of these storytelling sessions was instructive. There was a specific expectation in the objective of getting to the Gormati stories. The expectation was that it will extract the ‘traditional’ stories. The assumptions about traditional stories probably coming from the discourse of a grandma telling stories specific to the community; or the Panchatantra as the proxy for the oral tradition of fables, stories told in guise of interactions of animals, to teach moral lessons; or the mythological stories of Ramayan, Mahabharat, or Puranas.

Is that an assumption based in specific space (urban-rural, home-school) and people? Did these children grew up listening to bedtime stories from their parents or grandparents? Or did they read a story in this particular format only in school?
In regular interactions or even in purposeful interactions like interviews, I have heard both children and adults express their opinions, experiences and such in a narrative form rather than a statements. What does that say about storytelling in this community?
What about the songs for various occasions? They are mostly stories of past and future anxieties or aspirations. For example, a women’s (mother’s??) song after a wedding describes in detail how the mother-son relationship was before and how it will change after the wife is part of the picture.
What other interactions are we missing, that we need to see? What questions can we ask, what spaces can we inhabit to see these practices?

If we are trying to acknowledge / bring in the stories of the student’s specific communities in an effort for inclusion, or to make space, can we bring in these practices and help students express their stories in the formats ingrained in their regular practice, in addition to introducing the formats and ethos of the Panchatantra stories?

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Burning away the pain

After a long time I found myself at a Holi celebration in Maharashtra. At Harali, it is a grand affair.

A big pyre made with firewood and dried coconut branches was ready. It was lit after performing a Puja. After a minute or so the dry coconut branches ignited sending spectacular sparks in the night sky. Boys ran around the fire screaming traditional couplets in a call and response format, using pent up energy and venting their frustration.

The Anandshala students staying at Harali, on a piece of paper wrote down feelings, memories, habits or anything they wanted to discard, things that did not serve them anymore. These were attached to the pyre before the ritual. The girls fixatadely looked at the pyre and saw the discards burn away.

I wonder what they wrote. Whatever it was, I hope it was a cathartic experience.

Musings

Birds, trees and other things

When we moved to our cureent place in January, I was heartbroken as I couldn’t see or hear a single bird (except of course the basic pigeons, just 1 pair). The old place had a forest behind and peacocks flaunting a palatan of peahens. Kites nesting on the pole in front of us, Woodpecker sharpening its beak on our window frame and variety of other small and medium sizedbirds. We also saw a few migratery birds making a quick stop. 

Jamun fruiting

It was too cold in January to explore surroundings of the new place. I had to travel for work as the weather started warming up and was back only in early April. So it was surprising to see the Jamun tree flowering. I missed the Neem blossoms. Plenty of neem around us, must have been beautiful amd fragrant. 

I wake up everyday now to bird song. Today I saw a Haroli. It was breaking dry twigs of the Jamun tree. A nest is coming up somewhere. Haroli reminds me of a comment a friend made our first spring in Delhi. It is a state bird of Mahrashtra so when I saw it in Delhi, he said it was welcoming me home. I cherish that thought and feel at home everytime I see it. It is still coolish enough in the morning to keep the door to the balcony open. From my desk I can see the shenanigans in the Jamun tree. Once it fruits, I am hoping to see more birds.

I miss the peacocks though. landing with a thump on the roof at 4:30am. Eating young shoots, but then strutting on the parapet wall when I sat on the terrace as if mounting a special fashion show only for me.

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दोन कळस तो तांडा

जिथे दोन कळस तो तांडा. अस कोणीतरी म्हटलं आणि मग एक पांढरा शुभ्र आणि एक रंगवलेला अशी जोडी लांबूनच दिसायला लागली कुठेही कामासाठी फिरताना.
पांढरा कळस सेवालाल महाराजांच्या मंदिराचा. रंगीत जगदंबा मंदिराचा. ही रुद्रवाडी. शेजारच शिखर नसलेलं समाज मंदिर. तिथे आनंदशाळा चालते.


A Banjara Tanda always has two spires, I am told. The white one denotes the temple of Sevalal Maharaj and the colourful one of goddess Jagadamba. The one without a spire here is the Samaj Mandir or community hall where Anandshala is conducted.

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Wondering and wanderings

Coming back to Delhi, there were two kids on the plane, probably flying for the first time. They thoroughly enjoyed every bit of the experience and I enjoyed listening to their reactions. Started with shrieks during take off and then commentary on everything they could see from the window and inside the plane. Reminded me of a conversation with the girls from Anandshala staying at Harali. They were super excited to learn about what it means to fly, when they realized I was travelling to Delhi in a plane. A snippet from that conversation:

“ढग कसे दिसतात?”
“कापसा सारखे”
“ताई हात लावून बघा जाताना आणि सांगा कापसासारखेच लागतात का हाताला”
“हात बाहेर काढता येत नाही.” (I explain in detail about air pressure, pressurized cabin etc.)
“फोटो काढ मग ढगाच्या वर गेल्यावर”
“अगं विमान बंद असतं सांगितलं ना ताईनी, फोटो कसा काढणार.”
“ए, काच असते म्हणली ना डोक्याएव्हढी गोल.” (a quick retort followed by a hopeful glance at me) “येतं ना ताई काढता फोटो?”
“हो येतो. मी फोटो आणि व्हिडिओ काढून वनिताताईला पाठवून देईन.”
“नको ताई, तुमीच घेऊन या. मग गोष्ट सांगा “

English translation:
“What do clouds look like?”
“Like spun cotton”
“Tai, touch them when you fly next time, and tell us if they feel like a cotton ball?”
“Can’t take out your hand when flying” (I explain in detail about air pressure, pressurized cabin etc.)
“Take a photo when you are above the clouds then.”
“Didn’t Tai tell us the plane is closed, how is she going to take a photo?”
“hey, she said there is a glass window, the size of a head” (a quick retort followed by a hopeful glance at me) “you can take a photo, right?”
“Yes, I can take a photo. I will take photos and videos and send it to Vanitatai”
“No, tai. Bring it next time with you and tell us a story”

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Back to school

This was an interesting eye-opener about how the discourse of learning-loss with respect to students feeds into the deficit mindset.

The middle school boys from Bhosga last year who took harvest contracts and earned money during the pandemic, we see you. We see that you are doing your best to learn from life and thrive in the present circumstances.
We see you now coming in for the Anandshala everyday late at night after a days work. Especially the girls who have the added responsibility of the household chores. Prithvi, we see you, working the whole day and then teaching the kids in the evening with so much enthusiasm. Managing in a room without a door, taking the light bulb with you every night so that vandalism would not affect the learning on the next day. We acknowledge you attending the facilitator’s meeting on the phone while you were harvesting soyabean.

Although the video referes to the American educational system, the discourse is no different in India. The rhetoric of skill-loss or learning-loss is all pervasive with the AP report and a variety of education experts commenting on it primarily as they build an argument for schools to open again.

I am not against schools opening. It is necessary in most places. However, focusing on the skill loss puts us (teachers, policy makers, administrators, education experts) on the defensive. Can we acknowledge that the children lived through a pandemic just like we did. They learned to live in a pandemic, they survived. Can we plan teaching and learning acknowledging the fact that each child brings something to the table? It is not just the teachers or the people who design the curriculum that have things worth giving.

Schools are not the only places learning happens. Children coming back to school are not leaky buckets left half empty that teachers now have to fill upto capacity with herculean efforts. Pandemic did not freeze them in place. Just like all of us adults, they lived through it. Lets try to connect back with that experience in mind.