The World Turned Upside Down

(Like last year, I am in first BSc., a whole new batch, substituting a staff on leave.)

The world turned upside down! How will it look like?

Read more
Advertisements

She makes me happy!

With all due respect, this is not proclamation of unspoken love to ever-speaking friend of mine!

Somehow, meeting Sarah makes me happy! In fact, the MCC bunch of those days, Nina, Hopes, Benji et al, somehow they make me happy!

The day I met Sarah in March, I must confess the world here now hasn’t seen me hyper enough like that ever – the good old days, when there was joy, overflowing!

I was bubbling with joy. When I’m happy, I radiate it, and I was just doing it – after ages! We talked like kids, we jumped around like kids, we played like kids!

And when I met the entire bunch for her wedding, I didn’t feel like I’m meeting them after years – they were just the same!

That’s unlike many I had met the same month after few years – they had their corporate ego to spill, clash, race for their coolness – while I felt left out, for I’m not in corporate sector earning nearly a lakh or two a month, yet cry about how much they struggle at the end of the month to meet their needs.

These people – Sarah and co – were just the same – a Zoologist might have become a doctor, Microbiologist a Theologian, Physicist become a Corporate counselor – except for Hope and me – Hope’s still Hope and I’m still a mathematician. And Nina too – she’s underwater (diver) and swims with dolphins most of the time, but still the same old Nina who’d play around with me!

They make me happy! I was yapping like a child, having a “verbal diarrhea” as Hope would say it, around them! These people did not seem to have changed a bit.

I realised that’s one of the golden reasons I always advocate against any job in corporate sector. Somehow, a lot of money brings about a lifestyle that makes you lose your true self – you start to live on a lot of things that you once wished you could achieve, showing it off though it all may break any second! May be that’s why my heart stopped a second when Jemima told she’s got job in an MNC. She did read it that very second, though I came up with lies enough.

Now when she said that the company, as a part of welcome training is getting them through a personality enrichment programme, to find their life’s purpose – and about the office culture and opinion from seniors – all I heard is how they are attempting to get people addicted to work and workplace. May be it’s my partial thinking – and hopefully I am wrong. But no matter what, I wish she grows above it all – not fall in their trap or the corporate culture, yet excel in her job, be wise enough to see things in a longer term, and stop, when it’s right time.

When Jemima told “Though I didn’t tell it explicitly, when they asked if we have a mentor, your name came to my mind”, I was happy. So much happy that I forgave myself for messing up the chalk I was carving, which has never happened in past (similar situation in past might have lead me to powder that chalk to finest dust possible in few seconds). You can see the chalk which survived my tempest for the first time, to the left. I must carve one again neatly soon.

Jocelyn told me that it’s Allen’s birthday, and I haven’t wished him yet though it’s in my mind as the next thing to do since morning.

Gayathri just withdrew from the entire world, I did offer her a hand, but she denied. Been there, done that – I think I must giver her the space she deserves. That phase everyone’s got to go through at some point of their life.

Off late, I feel much in demand to withdraw to a lonely place, and meditate. Lonely – a different place where no one would recognise me.

Any second now my new neighbour will come calling me for dinner. I will save all stories about him for a later post, for I am still watching the man with wonder – he’s a little childish, easily excited. Let’s wait and see what’s in store!

Good night!

Flippety Flop

There was a video in which the interviewer asked “What comes to your mind when I tell you the word Red Tube?” and the interviewer measured their response – which could be anything. It’s all about how infected your mind is, what information you give priority to. A big red tube? My niece’s toy? The website?

Read more

IE&CV: Game Plan

From a lousy introduction to tense moments if I will get 10 students, it was a roller coaster ride already. Since then I have been planning to write and organise my thoughts on how I can take this coursework forward. I chose this particular day because I am fairly low.

Read more

Annoying Grandpa

Al’s been peacefully enjoying (or ignoring) her breakfast with Thor on TV in backdrop, when her Appacha (grandpa) walked in. after watching for while, Appacha, who’s a mater story teller, decided to register his protest.

Appacha: These stories are foolish!

(After my sister and I registered protest – appealing to how it boosts imagination, how it’s superhit etc.)

Al: He’s not foolish, he defeats bad people – like I defeat you everyday!

Appacha eventually gave up.

Undignified

How dignified is teaching job, anymore?

You’re not really hired to teach. You’re hired to teach, with a subtle note that “You must be ready to work for college, when needed”.

In last two years, there were moments, days, weeks – when I was told to leave my class since I was “needed” for the college.

I have not seen home for last one half years, more than three-four days. A whole May was stolen from me last year, in account of the fact that college “needed” me. I worked tirelessly, deprived of sleep, ignoring the pain, knowing that I’m pushing myself way too far away. And a December, in pain, thanks to my sincere attempt to work for the college.

I remember the night when I walked in home, around 12, with a worried family shouting at me from the second I entered, though they know that I am in unbearable pain – and I was called “One of the worse” and “a huge negative energy destroying the college” in less than two months – because I had to retire from those works due to sickness.

I never went for the morning prayer in Anderson Hall, not because I can’t or I wish not to – the only reason, from a pastor to least of students, wanted me to attend it is to please principal, who’d be watching all our movements closely. Same goes for all inaugurations in college, all other events.

And then I realised something: Apart from all loyalty to the admin and to the college, which they later claimed that I do not have, I was, all these while begging for my job, or may be overdoing it myself.

That’s what I was told to do – “You better do as they say, just to safeguard your job”, “Last year there was a boy who kept away from all these and they didn’t renew his contract” and the stories goes on.

In short, I can compromise on my teaching, but need to be good at begging for my job.

What made me think about all these? Two reasons: a gentleman I men recently, Dr. Rajagopalan of English department, the grace with which he treated me, the conversation we had about dignity of this job back in his junior days and how it is not now. And then, the incident last day at gate. My message to TR, the head of the department summarises it all:

Sir, the new security is fairly harsh with us: we don’t know what to do with it! Today when we (Abhishek and I) were coming in, they demanded ID. Usually when we tell them we’re staff, they let us in. They still blocked us, so I showed them my ID, to avoid issues, he grabs it, and was asking me questions like “aren’t you a Thomas hall student” and all, fairly harshly. We tried to walk past, he pulls back Abhishek demanding his ID, even that, he was dissatisfied and let us pass grumbling. It’s true that we don’t quite look like staff, but at least with the ID, I feel they could’ve avoided the comments! It’s getting rougher day by day with the new security! Can something be done about it, sir?

In other words, do we mean nothing to the college that they themselves and their friends tread on us like we are just “expendables”?

I am denied of my rightful salary – in the name of “upcoming” confirmed posts, we have been made to work on temporary contract all these while. That just means I am paid one third of what we are supposed to get, with just empty promises last two years.

I’m also supposed to perform crazy good in academics, if you don’t want to be criticized. A professor works day through night to catch up with all clerical work assigned to him, along with teaching, and he’s still got to publish papers, if he wants to survive! Thankfully, that’s secondary to the other reason I stated above, followed by teaching.

I know great people like Vivek, who are born academicians, passionate teacher – but his research is sidelined, his teaching takes a backseat, my story is not any different, just to keep his job!

I am not allowed to be critical either – any of these things I said now, if a person other than my confidantes come to know, I’m out of my job, too. Critical thinking, criticism has been deemed to be hazardous and any comment in those lines must be met with harsh replies, as I experienced in recent past (even without a reason, I was accused of the same and pretty badly shouted at!).

Oh, how that photo of Vivek with a girl in his DP caused tonnes of “hushes” in department – how can he be in a picture with a girl? You wear a round neck t-shirt? That’s bad. Keep a distance from students. Never trust anyone. Words of wisdom from wise men and women of our college. Aka, we ought to fit all of their stereotypes or inferiority complexes, if you want to stay in the job. I feel judged each second I am in campus. I feel like, they are just planning my doom, for pleasure, and no other joy.

In short:

  1. Denied of rightful salary.
  2. Made to beg for job.
  3. You got to show your loyalty to admin, and live among fakers who just do it for survival.
  4. Made to compromise on teaching, which is my primary duty, to “safeguard” my job.
  5. Treated with no dignity, admin and the world sees us only as a commodity to squeeze every penny they give us out of.
  6. Doublethink is a sin.
  7. Got to stick to the stereotype and limits set for you by people around you.
  8. Perform academically, publish papers every night, else you are out of the league.
  9. Hierarchy of threat to job goes this way: 1. Your deinal to involve in clerical job 2. Display of your loyalty 3. your inability to perform academically, despite other works and teaching showered on you. 4. Your character must match society’s stereotypes about you. 5. Least of these, your poor/horrible classes.

Then why did I keep myself away from all the corporate jobs, which I could’ve easily got myself into?

On the other side, at least the ones I came across – those students are just the opposite – friends, who taught me more life lessons than my colleagues themselves. But I ought to keep a distance from them, just to safeguard my job.

After a point, as described in previous post, I started defying all these rules, and I even sounded my dissatisfaction in these lines to my HOD, one of the few sensible beings we have left in campus, I have no hopes of getting a contract letter next June.

But I am at peace to a great extend with that fact. First of all, TR won’t let such a thing happen without a fight. Rather than making me fall in love with the job, these people just made me hate it further, live in fear. I’ve less peace in my heart, more restless – you must have read the change of tone in my posts over two years. I used to console myself at the end of the day saying “At least I get to teach”, but now I feel even that’s not coming to my rescue.

As someone said recently – it’s much worse elsewhere – sure you want to move out? A point worth considering.

Talking about contract letter next June. They never tell you if you’re continuing until the last second, in fact, they never tell you that you’re not going to get one – You get no call asking you to collect your appointment order a day or two before last singing day, you must realise not to embarrass yourself going there and asking if they forgot to call.

That reinforces the fact that you mean nothing to them.

I’m more tempted to the decision to quit, to be frank. If not for the promise I made to the upcoming 2MSc, and the expectation on me with which TR has bet high on next semester, above all, family’s urge to get settled in life, I’d be out of their way, already. Something must change. Soon.

Here’s a line from V for Vendetta that’s been echoing in my head last few days:

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bulletproof.’

…and it spreads like a wildfire. Now, can you guess why I don’t publicize my posts? It’s personal. It’s my anguish. It’s my cry, the tears that cannot be shed in public.

To Mask or to Unmask.

If I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it’s because I never thought I would be anyone’s best friend.

Sherlock (TV Series)

If I did not expect to be the best friend, it’s because I never thought I would even make it to anyone’s friend list. But things that happened last few days were just too overwhelming. Read for yourself.

First one
Second one.
Third.

And they were all from my students, apart from their kind words in person. In middle of all these came this from Ajlene, unwarranted;

You might have read about the dance performance by 2MSc in more than one of the chats above, in which, they called me “macha”. They read that I am low, they saw that they must speak to me – they felt that beyond a teacher-student relationship, there’s a friend in need – and that meant the world to me!

My sister’s reaction reading few of these was never to let students speak to me like that – while I always took her advices as golden gems, this time, I protested – saying “Each person has their own view point, and it suffocates me to push them aside, it suffocates me to let them know that I’m here, if you need a big brother”. She didn’t like it much, but she chose not to respond.

But that triggered questions in my mind, and while I was watching them re-perform the dance for those faculty who missed their performance (which was me), it kept nagging me.

Well, during my initial days, I was told to keep a safe distance from students, which I did, since I knew I’m in an unfamiliar ground. I would restrict my interaction to classes alone in first semester, and by the time reached second semester, I started questioning these limits, based on my own experience.

Being a teacher is one thing, and I knew that I am getting better at it. But I saw that I am not making a personal impact in their lives. I am unable to reach out the young lady in whom I clearly saw signs of clinical depression, that guy who needed an extra push to try make the best of his talents, that little fight between them.

I had a master plan, and I cut myself lose eventually – by then I was confident and comfortable in department as well. I started being myself – let go of more reservations I was holding on to, in my interaction with other staff and students, and the rest of the world slowly synced in.

Was it effective? The lady whose marriage was fixed without her consent, a lady who felt their classmate is undergoing tremendous pressure and that he was at the verge of breaking, a young lady with no self confidence, another who was at the verge of losing it all owing to a breakup, a guy who felt like a failure, a guy who was worried about his arrears – they had the confidence to speak up to me, and I could intervene or direct them to right people at the right time.

I realised that it’s gone beyond that point when I saw that those young lives were making an impact in my life, with their willingness to stand by me during my toughest times, like any friends do, not be silent when you’re low, rather, ignore all boundaries, step in, speak up, crack a joke, drop a word of encouragement – prophesy for God, and the list goes on!

But still I kept my distance, and I would credit those reservations in speaking to them to risk factor of losing my job. That’s when the recent criticisms came, that I am a negative impact on students and staff – made me rethink what exactly is the risk factor involved in job. That’s when, God miraculously brought in Prakash uncle, through whom he told me “If God opens a door, no one can shut it, if God shuts the door, no one can open it”.

That was the final call for me – I cut all my reservations down and decided to me “myself” to them. But even that is a drastic change for my world to bear, though I feel a lot comfortable being around everyone now.

Only problem is, unlike previous changes in policies, this is unmeasured. Before changing my policy each time, I thought through it, I carefully measured its pros and cons, and minimised the risk factor. This time, it was not so – no, no reservations. I will just be myself, and no mask in front of other teachers, or students – I would interact with them equally, spend time with them. And that’s scary!

But that seems to be speaking to 1BSc Physics students better, whom I met only recently. I am way attached to 2MSc Mathematics and 3rd BSc Mathematics, and 1MSc is growing into one of my comfort zones, and I see strands of jealousy each time I praise 2MSc to them.

Unless people around decides to make a mess out of it, the mess that may follow (including loss of job) doesn’t sound like a huge con to me as opposed to the pros of it – vaguely speaking, the peace of mind that I have, and I get to see a lot of my impulsive, curious explorer I lost with my old self these days. My only aim is to make friends, irrespective of their status, and be available to them in need.

I must also note that Vivek and Abhishek are watching me, and I do see that I am influencing their life a lot, much as they do in mine. Hope it all brings about a good culture at least in our department, even if I lose the fight to keep my job in the process – and I’m well aware of the possibilities.

This turned out to be a nonsensical writing, but some good might come out of it in future, once I organise my thoughts about all these. Till them, Hakuna Matata! Let me go to my student’s room, Vivek’s waiting for me there!

Dumb Ways to Die

Fact that I am fairly heavily depressed these days (and Vivek is aware of it, though he never knew the reason till today evening), Vivek was quite disturbed when I asked him “How do you wish to die?”

The following article features one of the worst writing and grammerlessness accompanied by rubbish, just like this line. Read, only if you’re brave enough.

Read more

The Fear of Pain

I’m scared.

I have been scared.

I’ve been rejected.

I’ve been shouted at unjustly.

I’ve been called the worse man around.

I’ve been told that I’m negative; a negative, destructive energy, while I thought I was just the opposite to ones who knew me.

I’ve been reminded of the lines I mustn’t cross.

I’ve had pain, like never before, for months together.

I can’t cry. Where will I? In the class? In the bus? At home, with kids around?

I’ve been cursed with a face, that mirror of truth the myths talk about. Everyone saw me walk around defeated.

I lied. I told it’s the pain. Who cares if it was not?

I was taken advantage of. As they said, Adolf sir died, because he valued his responsibility over his life, and they replaced him, in less than a month.

I’ve got tears bruising my cheeks.

Yet a Gentle Voice, telling me, “Hold on! Trust God, and relax!”

I thought I will be free of pain in a month. It got two. Then three. I thought I’ll fly free, yesterday, and look at me, still in scared to take a step ahead, in fear of pain.

I failed. Yet I tried to laugh.

I fear of being left alone, with no one to talk to, no one to just sit around and while away time with.

Is that why I tried to convince him of his decision to marry otherwise? That’s selfish.

I doubted the man who cared for me a lot. A man I trusted blindly. A man, reverence for whom I turned down much higher offers than ones he placed on the table.o I feared that he hated me.

I tried to act brave, only to find me shivering the next second.

I cursed the men who cursed me, a thousand times in my mind, and be pricked by guilt that I’m sinning.

What harm have I done to you that you dig a trap for me?

I smile at you, you ignore me and walk away. I never stopped greeting you, you wouldn’t even look at my face. And you think you can bully forever? By the Living Voice I believe in, I call for justice. Am I not punished enough, Lord?

I’m no good even an enemy, all I can do is speak junk in the panic, just to hate myself a moment later for doing so. Must I keep feeding your joy of watching me, with my face cast down?

Have I thought of taking my life? Many times, only to conclude that it’s never mine to take.

I must stop thinking. I must stop listening. I must stop trusting. They all mean harm, and death.

I’m scared to talk to you. I’m scared to talk to anyone.

I feel I must just run away. Never turn back. Leave everything but a pair of cloths.

Walk. Walk until my legs give up.

Shout like a mad man, be cursed with sickness.

Be shooed away, like a street beggar.

Yet there’s a Man in whom I trust – who’s once spoken to me and miracles through me.

Here I am, facing my childishness, childlike fears and momentary excitements, yet He told me that I’m grown enough to face the world. I wish He spoke to me like that again. I wish, I saw rainbow in the sky, I wish I saw Him, just this moment, riding on the clouds!

And those curious eyes, who laughs with me, tolerates me if I am disturbed, manages to put a smile back on my face in less than an hour, even if they see me struggling to catch my breath or take a step forward. I’d like to die, die teaching them.

I don[t know how to relax, Abba! I am outspoken, I am pressed down, I am misread and trampled. No one stood up, when I needed, though words of comfort ran down everyone’s mouth.

Curse God, and die.

I’m talking like a foolish man. Are all things I said till now justified, that I am in agony?

Yet You keep reminding me, “Trust Me, and relax”.

Trust God and relax

-Flora, my student

That’s the crux of 13-point list which I just deleted – 13 things I was confident that I can achieve over next year. Let me KISS the year welcome, in another 8 hours!