Bringing closure to a lesson

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Bringing closure to a lesson connects what has just been learnt with both previous and future learning experiences, encourages student reflection on their work and progress, and provides invaluable information for formative assessment. The amount of time spent on lesson lead-ins and the variety of activities and strategies used to this end has often little to do with the time devoted to wrapping up a lesson, missing a meaningful learning opportunity altogether – and one that is notably crucial.

At its very simplest, asking the students a variety of questions on different aspects of the lesson or project, having them predict what the following lesson might be about, or just eliciting one-word responses from them, are all quick effective ways of closing a lesson. When time allows, cooperative strategies such as Think-Pair-Share or Numbered Heads Together will result in far richer responses by having students compare and analyse their thoughts…

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TO KRISHNA

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Just so big is your chaos

So little are my efforts

In this ocean of suffering

So fragile are our oars.

You want us to be righteous,

You want us to be true.

Then why you send us troubles

With each day that is new?

Man is becoming a beast

who lusts like one possessed

A beast that knows just needs

And leaves others oppressed.

 Then where are you my Krishna!

Once Draupadi  you had saved

Why can’t you hear the cries

Of Nirbhayas crushed and raped?

What are you waiting for Krishna?

What keeps you away from action?

Weren’t you the one who told Partha

Act ! delve in no depression!

We are waiting for your chakra,

We are waiting for your mace,

We are waiting for your justice

With our patience ,do keep pace.

Let not all daughters of India

Lose faith and feel orphaned

Give them the divinity of Durga

Let them be more strengthened.

Don’t wait any more O Krishna!

It’s time to right the wrongs

Reply to all our questions

 And answer our true calls  !

and answer our true calls!

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Failure?

A lot of people fail in life
As they have no dream
They are not loved by dear ones
Life is an aimless stream

A lot of people fail in life
As they have a broken heart
The words of society
Pierce them like a dart.

A lot of people fail in life
As no one motivates
They can still swim to the shore
If the tide of pain abates.

Just failing shouldn’t matter
As sunlight also fails
It cant remove all darkness
Hopelessness prevails.

But sun does always shine
No matter what may come
Such people should do their karma
And thank Him for all He has done.

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ENGLISH OR HINDI?

  By Sunita Rajiv

It’s an unwritten expectation that a child studying in a public school is expected to converse fluently in English. This expectation gains dimensions with every passing year and the teachers take up this uphill task as a challenge. Workshops are organized, activities are designed, motivational lectures are given to teach the so called ‘second language’, which is successfully reigning as the accepted medium for more than five subjects. Still the goal is not achieved; it lures both the learner and the facilitator endlessly.

The student, caught in the horns of dilemma of ‘English or Hindi?’ finds himself jack of both and master of none. The mother speaks the mother tongue but insists he converses in English. The teachers stress on the usage of a language which is still an unconquered fort for them. Still when he musters up enough courage and ventures into this little familiar territory, he is laughed at by his peers who see him as a crow trying to pose a peacock. A stranger in both the worlds, he finds himself asking the meaning of a Hindi word [often seeking a synonym in English] and feels contented only if the English poem is explained to him in Hindi.

 On being asked as to who would like to participate in the assembly, the answer is a question “Is the assembly in English or Hindi?”If the answer is the latter one, hands go down and the few who ‘dare’ are found being laughed at. Their acceptance is viewed more as their failure to master the Queen’s language than their proficiency in the mother tongue. Hence, they sheepishly fight their urge to remain steadfast in their decision, holding on to their self esteem as their pool of inspiration. It’s considered a matter of shame by most students that they should be considered ‘not – so –proficient ‘in English because respect can be commanded only by being the champions of English.

Another revelation— students have the English alphabet on their tips. On being asked the number, “twenty six” comes the pert reply. But ever try asking the Hindi alphabet. Neither the number nor the order can be recalled by any of them. The quizzical looks betray their ignorance on one hand and seem to doubt your intentions on the other.’ The Paradise Lost’ is not the lost knowledge of their mother tongue but the loss of respect and of willingness to learn the language. In our race to learn English, we have somehow developed a low opinion and esteem of our mother tongue and this gene has been passed on too, to the coming generations. A Japanese, a German or a Chinese never shirks away from expressing himself in his mother tongue, why do we?

What we need to understand is that language is a tool in our hands that enables us to express ourselves correctly, emphatically and impressively. Because all the technological tsunamis have originated from the west, doesn’t mean that we should lose the grip on our language and culture. Our aim should be to plant our feet steadfastly into our soil and strive for the stars. Our hearts are big enough to hold both Kalidas and Shakespeare in high esteem. Let’s understand that our success lies in excelling at both the languages with equal dedication.

 If we have two eyes, we use both .If we have two hands, we use both. If we are blessed with two languages why can’t we be proficient in both? Language bridges the gaps between nations and hearts. If we take pride in our language and heritage, there is no reason why the children won’t follow our example. For if I can’t love my mother, how can I love someone else’s mother?

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ZOOZOOARIA

By Sunita Rajiv

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that in spite of all our efforts to remain fit and fine , we happily end up being fit and fat.’Zoozoo’, the mascot of Vodafone, can really be upheld as the national symbol of typical Indian figure. The pear shaped torso with its prosperous gathering around the waist, is just the shape our bodies  find it natural to grow into.

 The reasons are many but mainly the needle points to the gastronomical delights our tongue is always ready to savour.The generous helpings of sweets, our fetish for fried food and slavery to smell of sizzling spices, all join hands to add a good number of inches to our slowly swelling girth. The nonresident Indians miss their’ chhappan bhog ‘more than their filial ties. The hour glass figures of young girls vanish within a few months of their marriage and the blessings of “phoolo phalo” works literally. The Indian mothers proudly bless their Karishma Kapoors who eventually blossom into Farida Jalals and love the glow on their rounder cheeks.Men go a step ahead. While their pretty wives enthusiastically drown themselves in foodie delights, they indulge in all sorts of extremities because now the battle is over and the queen has been won. The once faithful leather belt begs for another hole and either loosens up or bows down in reverence to the swelling belly which will never deliver. The ‘zoo zoo’ is an icon for our men too. So if you need to see and assess a man’s prosperity, just look for two signs: receding hairline and proceeding waistline.

 Another culprit is the simplicity and accomodatibility[ if I may use the term] of the Indian dresses. Lets glance at the most trendy and comfortable wear- our churidar/salwar and kurta.The kurta is stitched properly from shoulders till the diaphragm, highlighting the assets, but he moment the garment reaches the stomach/navel, it displays two big slits on both sides leaving enough room for the occupant to grow to her heart’s content. The front side gracefully covers the façade and similar responsibility is shouldered by the back side of the kurta quite obediently .But soon the acute angular space between the two grows into an obtuse angle, proudly displaying the salwar pleats and prosperity of the owner. The sleek slithery slacks provide the same luxury with its elastic belt that keeps on stretching like the typical Indian patience, leaving enough scope for eternal zoozooing.

Undoubtedly, the creator of zoozoo should be given a national award for having so accurately depicted the geography of the Indian figure. In order to get back the ‘Paradise lost’, one finds multitudes of our countrymen and women in yoga centers, gyms and aerobics classes, trying to waste the fat around the waist. Like all beautiful things, the slim figure is short lived and the nation moves on with the armies of zoozoos everywhere on the road, in the offices, in metro, on stations, wriggling in and out with their bulky bottoms and wobbly waists because the entire country from Kashmir to Kanyakumari is suffering from ZooZooaria.

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The Lost Art of Letter Writing

The love of pouring emotions on a postcard, an inland letter, or just a plain paper; the excitement of opening an envelope inside which there were love, tenderness, and feelings that were personal,…

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