A friend – a teacher, just like me, hugged and pecked on the cheek of a colleague’s child in junior grade. She happened to pet a child and it was misconstrued by parent – an IB teacher himself. The entire incident – the way it was bought to the limelight (the staff shot a mail to all concerned authorities) and the way it is being handled –with 5 member panel enquiry – makes me (an IB teacher) wonder if the IB Learner Profile is for the tutor or the taught?
It’s amusing, as IB schools are bound by IB learner profiles (attributes) which the schools help students to achieve. One of the profiles that tops the list – and often, used by students is Open- mindedness – meaning different perspectives. What I fail to understand – is why has not the parent (an IB teacher himself) verified this issue with the concerned lady teacher before shooting out a mail shocking the entire teaching community in the school – I guess, being ‘open-minded’ is very difficult. So, it comes back to the same question – Is IB Learner Profile more for the tutor or the taught?
It actually gets me thinking – How capable are the IB teachers in inculcating IB profile to his students? Are IB schools in India really serious about the learner profile – or they just colourful words posted all over the school campus? When will School leaders grow and mature to understand that single woman are neither seductress nor are they starving for male companion that they seek out support in young kids? When will schools learn to handle sensitive issues professionally and not as a half-baked reality shows?
This raises a few more questions in my mind – Will the educational leaders of the school I am working in read this blog and will take it personally or ‘be open-minded’ enough to accept that this blog is a different perspective? Are they open-minded enough to understand that I have freedom of speech- constitutionally?
Time will tell. Let’s be open-minded.
What am I going through?
Who are you? What are you?
When did you enter? Why did you leave?
Questions – I have no answers for.
It still haunts,
Your boring eyes, your boy like smile,
Your struggle to find yourselves,
My struggle to be collected around you.
Your surprising tempers- leaving my emotions haywire.
You chose to stay away, fine.
I am still struggling… with emotions,
Not one or two but many.
No name for some.
They will come to terms with me,
And I with them.
If not you, I will find someone.
And,
If its only you, you will come to me.
For;
Destiny never lets things rest.
Unless decided.
The Breeze
I rush, every noon,
To the rustle – I hear,
And, your gentle presence.
I wait, with the windows open.
You envelope me;
Stealing my thoughts,
Massaging my inner self.
Those few moments,
I would say of bliss.
The afternoon sun, lazing
Along with me.
There in your presence
I am safe;
From the madness of the world.
I want to remain so;
Until I hear the quick footsteps.
IN MY FINER MOMENTS
In my finer moments,
I never needed to be a part of you,
I never had to be in you.
You were there
I was there.
Hoping to
Hold your hand
Walk through your dreams
Listen to your vision.
Hold you when you slide,
Be there
When it materializes
Not with you, at the peak
But, In the crowd
Clapping that you go ahead,
In your moments of glory
If you realize, for a second –
I understood your need to grow,
Your map of ambition,
Heard those slow but deep throttled laughter,
Squirmed in those glare of yours,
Listened to your reprimands,
Fueled your drive,
I have lived for eternity.
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS
Hold on to your dreams,
I do.
It values much, to me.
It carries your voice,
Your smile,
Your enthusiasm.
Your spirit,
Your love for your home and hearth.
I would never let it slide,
Never Let it slip through my fingers,
Never Let it crash.
Permit me,
To give touches, here and there.
For I care……
Hold on to your dreams
For I care.
Hold me tight
Hold me tight, in your dreams;
I want to be held.
To linger in your thoughts,
As a friend or as a foe.
Let it remain
The remnants of statements,
The unshared jokes,
The laughter indescribable,
The double vision,
The subtle support
Let it remain
In your dreams and mine
The untold ones.
Hello world!
Goodbye son
There you go,
Rolling your trolley.
Once you go
I know there’s never a comeback.
I have seen you unfold,
I have seen you mature
On the threshold of adulthood,
You look,
Taller than I thought
In your own eyes.
Don’t turn back,
Don’t wave;
Aware as I am
That you are to born achieve-
Flying to new horizons;
Yet fear lurks, deep inside,
I am – a speck in your new world.
The one left behind feels likewise.
MUSINGS.......... 