Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “In the.” Start your post with the words “In the” – that’s the prompt! Enjoy!
In the last two years I missed seeing school children, all ready, waiting for the bus, to go to school. Life changed so much for them. They could not go to school and classes were online. This was very difficult for children in government schools. They were from poor backgrounds and did not have smart phones or laptops necessary for online classes. There were recorded classes on Doordarshan. But children could not solve their doubts. They missed their classmates and interaction with them. Schools reopened some months ago and children were very happy.
We see the school bus everyday and it is lovely sight. I think we appreciate something when we lose it. Yesterday the small school bus stopped in front of our gate and two children came running. Looking at them I remembered what my paternal grandfather had written about his school days.
He was born in 1893. He lived in a small village and school was a room made of mud walls with small windows and a thatched roof. Mud was plastered on one wall. A rectangle was marked before it dried and was blackened with soot. That was the blackboard. Pieces of a special type of mud were used as chalk pieces. Students sat on the floor and there was one chair for the master. He taught children studying from 1st to 4th std. There were no books for the children, only slates. At home they spread sand or rice dust on the floor and wrote on them with their fingers. After writing the dust were stored for the next day. There was only a primary school in the village and it was not possible for everyone to go to a high school in the next town. More than hundred years have passed since my grandfathers’ childhood and school days. Life has changed a lot but some things remain the same.
We read in the newspapers about children in many parts of the country dropping out of school because there was no school. Children had to do some work to help their parents to make ends meet. In big cities schools are still online. People belonging to the labouring class have to go out to work and children are left to themselves. Under normal circumstances they would be at school. I wonder what their future will be like.