Monday, January 3, 2022

We Have Never Learnt Alphabets

Written by Naived George Eapen

Assignment for Creative Empowerment Course, 2021

Theme: What makes an Effective Life (A Life well-lived)


How can it be possible? Can anybody be literate and well educated without having learned the alphabets or rather the letters at all? Yes indeed; by educational theories. The very fundamental principles of the educational transaction are as follows:

      From concrete to abstract.

      From simple to complex.

      From known to unknown.

      From near to remote.

      From whole to parts.

The fifth principle works here. You understand or learn an elephant, understanding it part by part, say the big ears, big pillar-like legs, the trunk, the big head, the small eyes, the tail etc., and assembling them all in the mind into one big animal? No. You first see the whole animal ‘elephant’ and then recognize its big ears, big pillar-like legs, the trunk, the big head, the small eyes, the tail etc. The very same principle can be seen in the elementary picture book, in the form of, “A for Apple, B for Ball…”. It is not presented as Apple constructed of A, Ball constructed of B and so on. No; it is the other way round; ‘A’ is ‘of’ or ‘for’ Apple, ‘B’ is ‘of’ or ‘for’ Ball…

But alas! Principles are all very good. But in Practice, what do schools make the kids do?

Give an exercise to fill in the Blanks like,

A B C D E F

A B C D E F

… … … … … …

… … … … … …

… … … … … …

… … … … … …

… … … … … …

Even books are made for the purpose of giving a ‘very serious’ assignment!

It was this boring, monotonous and tiresome practice of learning letters in an imposed drilling way, which is senseless too, that broke by our Kochammachi, an affectionate way in which we all call my grand aunt, aunt of my father. Kochammachi in Malayalam means, ‘small grandma’ which was a very befitting salutation for that loving grand aunty who was small in bodily size. She has been unmarried all life and was dedicated to the education of small children. In fact, she is a very pious person, surrendered her whole life to God, did her educational mission also as in service of God. She was born in 1919, a year historic in many ways as the year next to that of the termination of the First World War, or as the year of the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre, and the like. She died in 2010 at the age of 91, and when I was finishing my sixth standard, after leading a meritorious long life that imparted to generations the light of wisdom. She continued her mission till she was 89, that is one or two years before her death as she was too weak to continue it.

She was Nursery trained in the kindergarten line introduced by Mary Montessori. She was fortunate enough to be trained directly by Montessori as her training was at Miss. Baker’s Training School, Kottayam, Kerala and Mary Montessori visited the institution at that time and got involved in the training process there. Therefore, Kochammachi could conduct her kindergarten program without any ‘transmission loss’ of the envisaged methodology, in theory, or in practice. She had also been trained in Elementary School (then term for Primary School) teaching- the Basic Teacher Training (BTT).

She was the sixth of seven siblings and she had four brothers and two sisters. My grandfather, the father of my father, was the seventh of that chain, younger brother of Kochammachi. She had been in charge of schooling all young ones of this big joint family, and children of the surrounding community, an assignment she voluntarily took up. She taught from the eldest son of her eldest brother, that is the eldest first cousin of my father, who has been thirty-five years older than my father, up to myself. None of us learned alphabets in the mechanical, drilling way. We had plenty of educational toys. We would sing, laugh, play games, act in small dramas or role plays and see what we sing displayed on a blackboard written neatly by colour chalks or stuck on a flannel board in bright and attractive colours, without being compelled to understand or learn what is displayed. After such a joyful session of art, we would sing the same song once again, then the pointer in the hands of Kochammachi touching each word we sing. Then a natural urge and competition among the learners would follow to imitate Kochammachi in touching the words sung. If a misplacement of the stick is made, the learners themselves would somehow know to correct it and a joyful, combined act of learning would go on unknowingly. Afterwards, there would be plenty of cards with words of the same song. Those words would be identified by the learner kids and parallelly or not much later, letters of those words would also be available in the form of cards. Then there comes the game of word-making using letter cards and making sentences using word cards. Cards are only a part of the total set of apparatus.

Mathematical games and apparatus also were in plenty. In short, we had been provided the opportunity for joyful learning, even without being conscious that we were undergoing a task of learning. My grand aunty is fully creditable for this.

Immediately after completing her training studies, she was called by the women’s organization of the Mar Thoma Church, the Sevika Sanghom, to start a primary school. She, in consultation with Miss. Kelleve, a European missionary, founded the school and stayed at the headquarters of the organization as a member of the sisterhood and was in full charge of the school.

Apart from her educational contributions, she was a very loving and dedicated person. Her mother, who was the grandmother of my father, had undergone a stroke and had been bedridden being paralysed for a continuous period of seventeen years. She could not even turn without the help of a second person. She had died long years before I was born, but what I have heard is that great-grandma of mine did not have even a single occasion for grumbling or irritation, as of the brilliant care and assistance Kochammachi had given her. Kochammachi was so committed to that service as well. To take care of her mother, she quit the school she started and came home. Thereafter only she started imparting primary education to children around the home along with taking care of her mother. She also became a social worker of the locality and gave leadership for Balajanasakhyam, a children’s forum of weekly gathering for cultural expressions and leadership training, and initiated many charitable works. She could manage all these simultaneously.

We at home have several occasions day by day to remember Kochammachi, her affection, her contributions etc. and the scientific uprightness of her methods. That is how even I have become able to present the educational principles as done at the opening part of this note. What makes a life effective and fruitful? Riches, high positions, success in materialistic walks of life or fame? None of these things. Kochammachi proved the effectiveness of life not to lie in these things, but in making contributions of service wherever needed and wherever one is placed. Having contacts to persons of very high profile such as Mary Montessori, Miss Kelleve and the like, she could have become a very famous and renowned person, especially in those days when such qualified persons of different caliber were rare. However, she opted for service in her own locality which has been a remote village and within her family. The result was that she could produce hundreds of enlightened persons and generations, and she kept herself behind the curtain. Now, as one of those beneficiaries, it is my obligation to give her a manifestation at least in a humble note like this. We cannot but remember her with great affection and admiration. As I have been preparing this note, once again Kochammachi has become alive in my memories in her full animated form as my teacher and guardian.

 

Achayi

Written By Amala Siby

An assignment for the Creative Empowerment Course, 2021 

This story is a dedication to one of the most important persons in my life, none other than my paternal grandfather whom I call ‘Achayi’. Fondly called as ‘pappachan’ and officially called as V.J Paulose, this man is the 3rd child of Late Joseph Paily and Thressiamma Joseph and the first born. Imagining the scenario of Kerala 85 years back.

Growing up he got 4 more younger siblings and he remained the support system for all. Apparently, he was really good in his studies, but his hard luck, he failed in his matriculation exam (class 10) for one subject by 2 marks which was English. Though he wanted to study further, due to the pressure of my great grandfather to support him in agriculture, he had to drop his studies to support the family. I still see him regretting this decision forever in his life.

He helped my great grandfather in agriculture, supported all 4 of his siblings to study and get into decent government jobs, got his sisters married, all on his own efforts, sacrificing his little joys in life. I have never seen him complain. He considered all of it as his responsibilities and shouldered them with happiness.

When it came to his marriage, like everyone else he also had a typical arranged marriage and that’s how my grandmother ‘Kuttiyamma’ came into his life. It was not an easy marriage for them in the beginning as ammachi found it difficult to fit into this large family where she had to manage the household chores and agriculture together. I am having very little idea of what happened on the initial days of their marriage but they managed it later to a smooth marriage with two kids. This happiness did not last long as ammachi surrendered to death due to brain tumour soon after their 18th wedding anniversary leaving two kids and achayi. Again, he was left alone with two kids and a family to look after. There were multiple requests from his parents and siblings for a second marriage but he politely refused and decided to not have a replacement for the love of his life- Kuttiyamma.

Now that I shall stop the biography writing and would share my little experiences with him. Like every typical chauvinistic male, Achayi was also not so fond of having girl children in the family as they incur a lot of expenses and that is where to his surprise, his eldest son, my pappa had three girl children in a row which he clearly disliked. But to everyone’s surprise, for some reason which nobody in the family could understand, he liked me and only me for which once I asked he gave a reason that I am the only one for which he was the Godfather during baptism. Though it might feel ridiculous I would like to believe that he is not as rude as everyone portrays him to be, but that is what he was made to be like after shouldering the responsibilities of a 10-member family at the age of 16.

To this day we share a special bond. The only person who is sad about not having me in Kerala is him. We used to have this daily routine of bedtime ghost stories and of course all the general knowledge sessions. He is a bibliophile who makes sure that he completes at least one book a week from the public library and shares with me the summary. His readings are not only limited to Malayalam literature, but he has completed almost all the translations available from Greek mythology books and English literature. A person who never missed any single day’s newspaper he had a huge role in developing my Malayalam vocabulary, my reading skills, my speaking skills, and my taste for language, literature, and politics. I miss him every day before I sleep for his bedtime stories and prayers and I am sure he misses me too. 

The Inspiration of my Life

Written By Gracemol Benny

An assignment for the Creative Empowerment Course, 2021 

The person who starts his life journey with just 100rs. His story has many ups and downs, many wins and flaws, many tragedies and happiness.

The hero of my life my dear father. He has gone through many difficulties in his life. He started his carrier with just 100rs and become a great entrepreneur. He become a great businessman and we had a beautiful and happy life, but a great fall in the business leads to the loss of all our wealth.

Lost everything which he has built, all have shattered down to pieces. But he never steps back in his life. He started again, he never blames, he fights again and succeeded.

He always inspires me, he always teaches me to face the worst situations, to handle the most difficult situations with a cool mind, he always teaches with his actions, not through words.

He taught me many things about his life. I always seek his advice whenever I face a difficult situation, but he never advises he opens up many ways to think and decide what to do myself.

He always stands by me and allows me to do what I like and trusted in what I’m doing. He supports me in everything and also opposes and argues with me if I’m wrong.

He always says one thing “Never say I can’t or I’m incapable, always say I can and I’m able”.

I’m unable to express my feelings in words about my ‘Pappa’.

 

 

 

Appa by Prakash P

Written by Prakash P

Assignment for Creative Empowerment Batch 1, 2021

 This is a story of a Father and his son, the relationship between us. The reason for who I am today is because of my Father I would say. (I call him Appa.) So, from the time I was born, my father has taken care of me very well as most fathers do. Though I wasn’t fully aware of the things he did for me until I was in a stage to understand what my father was trying to tell me or what he was doing or probably I was trying to understand the circumstances around him. But, I would hear a lot about him from all my family, relatives and his friends. 

My father is such a good adviser, again like most of the fathers do. At the age of around 10 is when I realized that my Father was giving me advice on life, of others’ life, from what he has seen or the beauty of the change in others’ life and expecting the same beauty of change in my life too. He never realized that for me the advice which he gave from others' lives or the stories that he told me about others, it didn’t make any sense for me because I was not able to relate or see it. Though he used to narrate it very well. But, What I could really see is my own father’s struggles in life. His life. The values which I have learned from everyday life around him, the lessons which I learned by the way he used to carry himself in different situations. 

From what I have heard of him from my mom, relatives, and from what I have seen. He started working at the same age when I realized that I was getting advice from him. At 10. I can’t even imagine how miserable his life would’ve been when he was supposed to be studying in school, playing, and enjoying his life like any other kid at that age, while he started supporting his family. From a gardener to a farmer and from a table cleaner to a cook, from a heavy vehicle to a car driver, from an ordinary man to a good family man and an inspirational father. My role model! 

He was scared of taking risks in life just by thinking it would put us at risk. I don’t know if taking that risk would have done any better than we are today. 

When I was 10, I realized he sacrificed his childhood to support his family being the eldest son. When I was 15, I realized he had sacrificed clothes just to buy us new ones. When I was 17, I realized he sacrificed his sleep to buy a piece of land for us. Those were the days, for almost 2-3 years I could see him only on the weekends while he was asleep on a week-long day and night of work. When I was 20, I realized he sacrificed a meal or eating outside no matter how hungry he is, just to save that extra penny to buy us food or snacks. When I am going to be 25 tomorrow, I realized that he has sacrificed all his life just to keep his family happy. My family members would thank god for keeping us in a state where there was no more though there was never less of anything. But, I would say it’s my father. One and only him who can do it. It’s all because of him. If one believes in rebirth, I would pray to God to make me his father and to give back for whatever he has done to our family. To give him the childhood he deserved, to give him the food he loved to eat, to buy him the clothes he would have been longing to wear while passing by the stores looking at it, to give him the time to explore this world. Because the present life is not enough for me to give him back. By watching him I have learned so many things in life. He wouldn’t have given us plenty of every materialistic thing but he has given us plenty of hearts, he has taught me to love by the way he loved his family, he taught me to help by the way he helped his friends even in his hard times, he taught me to offer the unprivileged people when you know you’re better than them, he taught me to listen to others sorrow by giving your shoulders, he taught me to believe and trust in God by the way he prayed, he taught me to seek happiness in others happiness and most of all he taught me to hide the unbearable pain and give whatever you can to others by just putting a smile on the face. These are the things which I try to carry forward in my life and don’t wanna forget it any day till the end of my life. No matter where I go and what this life has got to give me but for one thing is sure that I’ll never forget where I came from. 

He was and is my true inspiration. Which I don’t think he would have realized till date. I feel so proud. Love you pa! 

Mom is never less in any matter because if she wouldn’t have been a pillar to the main pillar then nothing would have happened the way it is now. 

I know friends whose fathers had left them behind and went abroad not to get what they needed but to fulfill the needs of their family, to give their children good schooling, clothes, and shelter. It would’ve been not only hard for their family members to be away but also for him to be alone without family to look and share after everyday work. In some of the other ways, our parents have sacrificed so many things just for us. So, what I would like to say is always respect and give them the love they deserve. I think that’s the only thing they would expect from their children. 

Thank you!