Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Starting blues...

Warning: Readers above 18 years of age can read the post. Others please excuse! You can come back once you turn 18 though.

I hope you're agreeable to this new modality and will continue this arrangement as though we were meant to be. I hope this has satisfied your thirst and will continue to satisfy your thirst.

One of the beautiful things that I like about you is that you let me express without making me wet. At the same time, you are the best when coming out in a slow, steady manner. Mocking me all this while, you're continuing to come out smoothly and serenely. I wish you'd do that all the time when I touch you and not disappoint me. Do tell whenever you get dry and I shall fill you in with the right thrust and timely pushes. I hope you don't mind the dips through the necks of oblivious ecstasy.

This experience of using you has given me the greatest joy in recent times. It was a reconnection with an age-old tryst. A tryst that has put me in several spots and blots throughout life. Long after I forsake you, for short one-time affairs, you came back to run with me. Honestly speaking, I came searching for you and you gracefully kept by my side, finding a place close to my heart.

One of the biggest worries for me is that, I may have to part with you in light of recent events. There are speculations and questions around your origin. It is not the speculations that I fear, but I am afraid of your future. You are unique and truly one of the beauties that have come from beyond the highest of abodes. Though you may have come from eons away, there are a few who still yearn for you.

Catching everyone's eye is your gorgeous head that hides the sleek sharp figure within. People complain that you do not last long enough, but only the well initiated understand how to handle you. I am proud to say that I, though not yet a master, have understood the intricate nuances of welling you up sufficiently to keep me excited for hours and sometimes sparingly for days together.

The real trick lies in suspending you deep inside, poised at a right angle and then pushing through your navel repeatedly and tantalisingly long enough so that you are filled up to your utmost satisfaction. Knowing this secret is the key to managing you and keeps you happy. Practice makes perfect. The more your body works with me, the smoother and more enjoyable the experience.

Sometimes I feel that such an experience brings my heart out with love and tenderness wishing for the wells of joy to never dry as we etch this piece of future history.

Basing such meetings appropriately also matters. The softness and smoothness of the floor surely brings the best out in both of us. The ecstatic combination of all three is some thing really. Those are the times, when I feel I should hold you, caress you, stroke you along the curves for as long as you last.

Hoping for many many such journeys with you



Yours lovingly
The thumb, forefinger and middle fingers of my right-hand (together)
Holding a long unused HERO PEN, MADE IN CHINA,
Writing on the last pages of my classmate notebook.

Monday, March 30, 2020

Corona Chronicles - Casual Creativity Cruise

As the action abates
Bringing boredom and blade
Clinging to cards of creativity
Decided to detach this day -
Elegant entertaining endeavours
Finding far more freedom
Grinding great gospels
Heaping happy hours
I initiate in isolation this
Job of jest and joy
Kindling kind Knowledge
Ladling lovely lines
Making melancholic musings
Nesting nostalgic news
Of old or original
Piecing Poems Positively
Quelling quizzing questions
Reaping rousing rewards
Singing songs of Satisfaction
Telling tales to Treat 
Usurping unopened urges
Venting vulnerable verses
What would you weave?
'xtending 'xcellent 'xamples
Yielding yard and yards of
Zest Zeal and Zing

- Irah

Sunday, January 20, 2019

One Sunday morning run

A warm-up walk to the shore,
Brought a cloud cover to my sight
A crimson tinge came fore,
As the sun peeped out slight.

I hit the shore front with the sun by my side,
Ready to make my morning ride.
Barefoot I was with the soft earth below,
Water kissing my feet every then and now.

A stump of history washed ashore;
A throng of red clad people by the temple shore;
Fisherfolk here and there attending nature's call;
Groups of friends, couples and all;
Parents with children, dogs with their masters;
Pro and wannabe photographers;
Were some of the pictures I could behold,
While the sun became a bright gold.

A short water break
With half the hour past
The return was at stake
Starting with a walk fast.

With my mind less troubled
The joy of running was doubled
As I identified a couple
Living far away in the country of maple

The run restarted after a quick catch-up
With lots of time to makeup
I found some spare to push
A catamaran with lots of fish

Back I reached the Bessie beach
Not far from the place I teach
Kilometres I covered around nine
My expectations and run totally fine.

-Irah

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Montessori and Me: Part V The Elementary Course Experience

Disclaimer: I would like to clarify that by Montessori, I mean the philosophy that Dr. Maria Montessori, an Italian doctor, put forth for helping the young minds of the world live in this World. I use the word live here because after all, quoting Dr. Montessori, education is a way of life.

The above disclaimer shall be repeated keeping in mind new readers who might chance through this blog :). So plough straight ahead the next time :).

While my first Montessori diploma was an eight month long Marathon, this Elementary course was a different race to be run. Spread over a scheduled four modules and 8 weeks of Observation/Teaching Practice, with ample breaks in between, the course was to run from September 2015 until November 2016. Alas! With floods in Chennai, the carefully planned schedule was sabotaged and we finally completed in February 2017.

Each module was a six week sprint. And not the kind of sprints that IT companies (well mine used to have one) have for targets. Every week was a hundred metre dash, with barely any time to breathe. Tuesdays were submission days by default and whatever happens from Monday to Friday in class had to be fair-typed (Yes - only typed :'( ) and submitted with appropriate illustrations. My tryst with computers had to continue and I had a tough time keeping up with the deadlines, thanks to -my procrastination, printer and well, the internet - in short me.

As for what happened during the course, I wrote it as a poem when we were planning our convocation. The major chunk of the course is for us to understand how, when, why to show the materials to the children, interspersed with theory on how we should prepare ourselves. This pattern, in essence, was very similar to the earlier course. But there was no order in which each of these subjects were presented, which is exactly how it will be with Elementary children as well. But within the subjects, there are certain progressions from one difficulty to another and that order was maintained throughout. 

(To those who are familiar with the Sun and Earth song, that was the inspiration.) Here is the poem I wrote:

Language, Math, History and Biology,
along with Geometry and Geography
All have a story and play their part
In the development of a child in Elementary

Math it starts with WHM
Winding its way down to Proportion
Be it any subject, Math remains
Causing us lots and lots of pains.

Language, its structure is intricate
Keeping every subject up to date!
With names of yore and lots of action,
Giving every Part including emotion.

History, it is old and new,
Even though civilizations have been few
Humans Satisfying needs all along
Helping each other for years at long.

Geography, it is short and sweet
With lots of charts and experiments in it
Showing how humans depend unaware
On sun and earth and water and air.

Biology is all about life
Starting with how lives at strife
Live with finding whatever their needs
And finding time for some good deeds.

Geometry is an abstract class
Starting way back even before Pythagoras
Relating lines back and forth
Leading shapes to what they're worth

Music and Art, they play their part
Inspiring the children to go far at heart.
The patterns and combinations flow
Always asking the question of how!

Theory it is for the adult to know
Helping him or her how to show
Observing the child at every stage
And pacing the ideas at any age.

(For those unfamiliar, WHM refers to Wooden Hierarchial Material - a material that impresses the idea of families of numbers.)

While each of these areas were being covered, the concept to be covered was already in my mind. But how Dr. Montessori meant for the children to arrive at it on their own was the most intriguing part. So, while the materials and lessons were shown, there were several 'Aha!' moments. The one that I vividly remember was one with division of fractions by fractions. Children are always familiar until then that division always refers to sharing equally and the answer is always what a single whole unit gets. This was beautifully materialized in the Fraction material that I exclaimed in joy while the presentation was being shown to us! I even had the perfect moment to present it to children during my teaching practice and was a wonderful, satisfying experience.

While the breaks were dedicated to my work at Jamunamarathur with RELIEF Foundation, the course otherwise kept me occupied full time. When I look back at the past year and a half and more, I still somehow found time to cook (thanks to my Dad as well who came in whenever he could), attend some close friends' weddings in several places North and South, attend the Mumbai Montessori Conference, run a full marathon and a couple of half-marathons all along this time. 

While we were being given the presentations, like our trainer Ms. Ann Dunne used to say, there were always unsaid things. It is those things or thoughts that the Elementary child can easily imagine, reason out and pick up. And the joy of picking them up on their own is what really cements the learning. It is always those thoughts to which we put our mind to work and execute, that retain as our experiences. Be it a mistake or a success, we surely learn from such experiences. The idea of Dr. Montessori again here is to maximize the possibility of having such experiences for the children of the second plane (6-12 year olds), and that is what we learnt we should be doing as an Elementary Director or Directress.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Freelancing for FirstPost: ISL 2016

Firstpost were willing to give me another chance to cover the Indian Super League for this year. I was not sure of attending all the home matches, but covering by watching on Television was still alright with them. So I began my second stint at Freelancing with a preview for Chennaiyin FC for ISL 2016.

Just before Chennaiyin FC had their first match, Firstpost asked me to pick some players to watch out for and I wrote on three players who could make a change to Chennaiyin FC this year. Soon the first Chennaiyin FC game was upon me. This was away at Kolkata. Chennaiyin came back from a goal down to take the lead and finally conceded a penalty to end the pulsating match in a draw. I wasn't happy with the Chennaiyin formation and actually wrote it as six takeaways. The headlines from now were not mine mostly.

My misgivings in the first game came true when Delhi Dynamos FC thrashed us soundly in the first home game. The Mendy-Riise partnership had to end. The defense, goalie and the manager were all under fire in the five takeaways that I wrote from the match. I couldn't make it to the stadium that day as I had some submissions to work on for the next day at my Elementary course.

Firstpost asked me to write on some early trends emerging from the first two rounds of ISL 2016. Initially I wrote it in a hurry and it turned out to be too short. So I beefed it up a bit and it came out after my analysis on Chennaiyin's home victory against FC Goa. I attended the match and was there at the press conference. Zico was flustered about signings made in his absence and was bullish about Goa's chances of recovering.

Marco Materazzi on the other hand, when I questioned on how Jeje and him felt about Jeje's omission, went on a tangent to explain some journalists all over the world aren't happy about team selections. It was a day when Chennaiyin, for the first time for any team in ISL, had Mehrajuddin Wadoo as captain and ended the game with 7 Indians. He later gave me a nose-cut when I called his formation a 4-2-3-1. It was a 4-4-1-1 apparently. Credit is due to him though for getting his formation right and I wrote my analysis praising him for the changes.

Then came two away matches. The first, a hard fought win against Northeast United FC for the first ever time in ISL history for Chennaiyin FC. The new found solid defense played a huge role and I had four more positives to write about from the match. Then came a 1-1 draw against FC Pune City. That match really emphasized that Chennaiyin FC can threaten with anyone really. This match saw the sixth different goalscorer from a sixth different assist provider  for what was Chennaiyin FC's seventh goal of the season in just 5 matches.

P.S: I will keep adding to this post as and when I write more.


Friday, July 29, 2016

Montessori and Me: Part IV Anecdote from Elementary Course.

Disclaimer: I would like to clarify that by Montessori, I mean the philosophy that Dr. Maria Montessori, an Italian doctor, put forth for helping the young minds of the world live in this World. I use the word live here because after all, quoting Dr. Montessori, education is a way of life.

The above disclaimer shall be repeated keeping in mind, new readers who might chance through this blog :). So plough straight ahead the next time :).

I'm in the middle of teaching practice as part of the Elementary Montessori course. This Friday as on all Fridays, the class I was assigned to, had a writing workshop. This is conducted by the adult who is the assigned Montessori directress or 'class teacher' of that environment.

This week, the adult talked about words changing when we simply take out a letter from it. One of the examples she gave was 'Without the 't' train becomes a rain'. She gave few such examples and when she read them out again the word 'becomes', she pointed out, was repetitive. She gave a couple of suggestions as to how she can change them. 'Without the 't' train falls like rain' was a change she suggested. Soon the children, who by the way are all six to nine year olds, quipped several ideas.

One of the youngest actually suggested the reverse. He said owl becomes a bowl. More ideas started spilling. Once the adult felt the children got the hang of it, she quickly disengaged and asked them to pencil down their thoughts.

After half an hour we got to read several sentences like 'Without the 't' hair flies in the air'. Another wrote 'Without the 'b' it rains but with the 'b' I have brains'. The children were busy writing. Those few who can't write fluently also tried hard.

This was in several ways a typical elementary approach to a lesson. The adult stayed long enough to give the key aspects of the idea. The children's imagination then took over to exploring the Language. Their ever strong 'herd instinct' pushing them to try even when they may not be ready. We were probably writing several dictation tests when we were that age.

I was sitting and listening to the adult and soon my pen wanted to try out a few lines. I thought 'Without the' was also repetitive and so started writing lines like that of a poem. And lo! When I re-read the first eight lines I thought of our favourite panda Po and finished the poem with him in mind.

Though, an endless thought
Read a mouldy bread
Prays to the rays of sun
Sways to normal ways.

Rides a cart to make an art
And grow a row of hair
Steep went step after step
To an abode that Bode well.

Ahead with a head on top
Came a pot, oh not! Po!
To fall in front of all
And they all bowed to Thy.

If this is what happened to a twenty-eight year old who didn't have such rich early experiences, I wonder what to expect off the intellectual explorers of six to nine when they grow up.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Freelancing for Firstpost: ISL 2015

Thanks to Vinayakk, I got an opportunity to write for Firstpost. I have added the links to the posts that were published. The posts mostly cover Chennaiyin FC's performance in the Indian Super League (ISL) 2015.

The first one is a preview about Chennaiyin FC for the ISL 2015. Next, is the match report of the first match between Chennaiyin FC and Atletico de Kolkata which Chennaiyin lost 2-3. I also wrote an analysis on the first game between Chennaiyin and ATK. I was all excited to get three articles published in a period of about four days.

I got a pass to cover all home matches and was expected to cover away games through television as well. But I didn't know that. After missing the first away game, I wrote eight takeaways from Chennaiyin's first win of the season against FC Goa. I watched the match at star sports website, which was delayed but still good enough.

For the win against Mumbai City FC, I saw the match, but couldn't write much about it. It was already being covered by Pulasta from Firstpost, so we decided to leave the report and analysis to him for this one. The next match I had slept off after my first major set of submissions for the Elementary Course, and caught up with the game only in the last few minutes.

I then finally wrote a tactical view after the second home game against Pune City FC which Chennaiyin won 2-1. This was also the first time I spoke in a post match press conference. It was an interesting experience. There were hardly a dozen guys at the presser, so looked weird with so much lighting and cameras.

The next game against Kerala Blasters was a drab draw and I could hardly think of anything to write. It was the first test to write something out of nothing and I failed miserably. The next match was a home game against FC Goa - the return leg. I wrote about four factors that handed Chennaiyin an impending loss.

The home match against Northeast United dovetailed with several things. The rain came down pell mell right from the start and lightning as well meant the match got delayed by an hour. My submissions due next day for coursework left me with no choice but to skip writing on the match in spite of spending three hours covering the match. The away match against Atletico de Kolkata gave me a chance to present this abysmal report card on Chennaiyin's performance just before the home stretch of the league.

Finally there was a swing of fortune. Three consecutive home wins followed. First it was Kerala Blasters who were thrashed 4-1. I wrote on what changed Chennaiyin's fortune. Next up, taken to the cleaners, were Delhi Dynamos who gave Chennaiyin their first ever home clean sheet. I picked five key players from the match and harped on why Mendoza can never be dropped. Then the final home game against Mumbai City FC was another blank for the visitors as Chennayin scored three in the pouring rain to knock on the play off spots. I picked three talking points from the match. The turnaround was complete with the win against Pune City FC and true to the manager's words it was a team performance. I wrote on the characteristics of that team performance. This after putting attendance at Avinash's reception (or atleast before it started).

Then came the heartbreaking news for the Chennaiyin fans that the first leg of the semifinals was moved to Pune in wake of the floods in the home city. More so because the Marina Arena was a major warehouse for relief materials. I lamented on what we'd all miss. Chennaiyin nailed the first leg 3-0 and Vinayakk was forced to cover the match in Pune. I didn't write on it. Then came the cracker of a second leg. I wrote about ten points of discussion after Atletico de Kolkata perfectly pulled a Chennaiyin of last season.

Then came the Grand Finale at Goa. The match lived up to the billing and was a cracker of a game. I finished off with the complete story of Chennaiyin this season. I thank Firstpost for the opportunity and would also like to thank Pulasta Dhar and Vinayakk for helping me along whenever needed.