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A poem dedicated to all my fellow teachers. This has been a strange time indeed, but let's consider it a short break from our ordinary lives.
A poem dedicated to all my fellow teachers. This has been a strange time indeed, but let’s consider it a short break from our ordinary lives.
To all the dear ones, who share with me, the title of a teacher? The year that went by, has been something of a bitter-sweet creature.
You no longer need to worry about what to wear to work anymore, Throw on a decent top, shorts or loose pajamas – a new fashion score!
Links no longer mean the bond you share with your co-workers at your place of work They are the new ‘May I come in’ passwords. Nine letters, three dashes, link-hop for a quirk!
A meeting no longer means canteen ki chai and banter around some tables and chairs, It’s mostly about a screen, your earphones and making your own chai, if you’ve got time to spare!
In the days that went by, when people said ‘My connection is poor’ it said a lot about their social skills, But my dear teachers, today it means – You got to pay off your internet service provider’s mounting bills!
When times were simpler, a hand in class was raised, in full flesh and blood, But the hands raised today are more like a digital flood.
And did you notice, when ‘Be Quiet’ became – ‘Mute Yourselves, please’? You never agreed to play ‘Statue’, but you might just still freeze!
If the mask wasn’t enough, we now hide behind our cameras, enjoying introverts’ thrills, Whatever happened to public speaking, body language and oratory skills?
Elocution speeches are now read out through a screen, dances are taught in mirror image, And while you share-screen and teach, students grab snacks, through the fridge, they rummage!
Did you ever know you’re good with putting young ones to bed, so they can fall asleep? Not on a desk and chair, but on their beds, while you lull them into a slumber, as you speak.
The mike won’t work and the camera stays off, the internet shall crash, If internet-crash investigation was made into a show, it could make such a splash!
The eyes of the students, meticulously trained to look at either the teacher or a blackboard, Are now wandering like little gnomes, playing games and browsing the net, whenever they’re bored.
A test is no longer a test of knowledge, writing prowess and concept clarity, It is now a test of honesty, the resistance to copy and a moral disparity!
When you interviewed for the job dear teacher, you said you liked to be with children a lot, Did you ever know, you’d be pushed behind a screen, separated by com and a dot?
When they wanted to look closer and magnify, they’d say – Kindly zoom Who had imagined it would evolve someday into a massive classroom!
So take heart dear teachers, lesser leaves of absence you now take, We shall soon be back where we belong – in a class. Let’s just call this a short-break.
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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