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Teaching Telugu – Part 2

So, why is teaching Telugu important for me, to even write a post, not one but two?

Well, for one, I only learnt to read and write Telugu after my seventh birthday.  Hindi, had been my first language till then and the language I was most comfortable in, at that time.

I had many Urdu and Hindi speaking friends and that meant, I learnt Hindi more and almost no Telugu.

Summer holidays meant having my own private Telugu classes with my mom. She would borrow my sister’s old Telugu books, roll up her sleeves, rub her palms and start my classes!

Lucky for me, she had always been a patient teacher and never believed in violence. That being said, I always found reasons to not learn Telugu.

Textbook is out = Emergency Evacuation!

It took me nearly 4 years to learn the basics, the Varnamala, since I always ran away. I would hide somewhere,  till mom got diverted by some other work or till she forgot that it was our study session! I don’t know why I hated it so much, it probably had something to do with, having to learn it, during summer vacation.

Interestingly,  when I finally learnt it, I did it in 15 days flat!

Why?

I had to change schools, thanks to us moving into our own new  house. The new school only had seats available in the first language Telugu sections. The section with first language Hindi had no available seats for new students.  They were filled up.

With lack of seats looming over my head, I performed brilliantly in my admission test and got into the school.

Studying with sincerity..

Imagine my happiness, when I scored 90 out of 100 in Telugu, in my first quarterly exam at the new school. That was my first brush at hardwork.

I also remember crying tears of happiness (I do that from time to time!) when I scored 88 in my tenth grade public exams in Telugu. The 95 in Maths seemed trivial.

That’s why mother tongue is important.  It takes little effort to learn and is as comforting as a mother’s touch. We can emote better in our mother tongue.

My chocolate munchkins, my kiddos, GBee and KBee talk in British English at home, thanks to the very British Peppa Pig.

They also talk in Telugu, but make it sound like British Telugu!

Thanks, but no thanks, Peppa, you Pig!

P.S:

1. The first cartoon shows me running away, leaving behind a thin film of dust. It’s not soul leaving the body! Thank you very much!

2. In Telugu, Vadhuvu is a Bride, Vidhava is a Widow. There is only subtle difference when writing them in Telugu script, but if one word is used instead of another word, it is a blunder. During my initial days of learning Telugu, these two words confused me.

3. Although my cartoons are basic, they take up 2 hours of my time, every time.

Till the next post, cheerio.

The Devil in the Empty Classroom!

An idle brain is a devil’s workshop. My dad had written me an essay once, with the same opening line, during my school days and I even won the elocution. (He would write me beautiful essays to read and I would learn them to win elocution competitions. What a happy memory.) The particular competition I am talking about is when I had to talk about T.V.

Before I begin to tell why I started the post talking about the devil, let us get into flashback mode, with me as your guide.

I was a student of GSHS, a popular school in those days and later has changed its name to NHS.

Like in all schools, we had to elect our first languages. The whole class was divided into Telugu and Hindi sections only during our language period. I was part of the Hindi gang and that’s where this particular story starts.

Since our school was in a predominantly Telugu locality in Telugu state, there were less number of students in our Hindi class. Most of my fellow Hindi students were Muslims, so the Hindi I would talk in those days was a mix of Urdu and Hindi.

If you ever read the Harry Potter books, you would know that the Slytherins had their common room in the dungeons. Similarly, most of our primary classes were held underground, in the cellar! (If you ever wonder why some people have nightmares, this may be one of the reasons!)

Anyway, if you are in a Hindi class, then lucky you, you get the last classroom at the end of the cellar, the very dead end and the darkest room as your classroom. (We only move to the Hindi class during Hindi period.)

Even with lights on, I guess most army people would feel safe in it, since it resembled a bunker than a classroom! On top of the darkness and the silence, we even had rows and rows of iron benches topped with wood, piled on top of each other in the corner of the said classroom and we Hindi class kids felt their ominous presence!

While the ‘grade 1’ me was getting used to this weird classroom, one fine morning there was a rumour in our school. The assembly was buzz with students talking in whispers, that there was a devil in the empty Hindi classroom, hiding behind the , you guessed it right, the benches!

YIKES!

Suddenly some of my friends even went as far as to testify that they had seen blood red eyes looking back at them from among the piled up benches! (I have always been a scaredy cat, so that scared the hell out of me.)

An idle brain is a devil’s workshop.  (Turns out that even an idle classroom is a devil’s workshop!)

Empty Classroom = Devil’s workshop! (pic courtesy : Google)

As the day progressed, the afternoon was given a holiday and we were all sent home! (I don’t know if it was a coincidence or it was to get to the bottom of the rumours, but we had an afternoon off!)

While I was coming out of the cellar, from our classroom, I heard the general chatter about how the devil had scratched the P.T. sir and how his face is now disfigured and that is the reason for the day off! Even the next day had been declared a holiday!

Even though we had an unexpected holiday, I met my friends at their house, only to gossip again about how the school watchman had seen the ghost at night and how students are scared of going to the restrooms….

Once the school re-opened, we began moving about in groups. I dreaded going to the Hindi class and I bet others were scared too.  Luckily, the Hindi students had some good news. We were designated a new classroom, with good lighting etc and we soon forgot the damn rumours.

Even now when I think back about the incident, I wonder if that is the real reason the Hindi classroom was changed!

Do you believe a devil or ghost can stay in an empty classroom?

P.S:

  1. This incident happened in my primary school days when I was in Grade 1. I remember it distinctly because I was so scared at that time. I remember talking about it to my friends and family too.
  2. I am not disclosing the name of the school because, even if our school was best at studies, who even has classes in the cellar, which is dimly lit? I even remember my first Hindi teacher, Ms. Shiva Parvathi mam.
  3. Couple of years later, the school had been moved into its own 6 floored building. I moved to a new school after Grade 3, it was a life changing move, because I made friends for life and also met Mr.Bee.

Till the next post, cheerio!

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