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Paradigm Shift

Pulled this one out of the drafts (lying there for the past six months or so).

I’m too close to this subject as well (as all those other rambles here :D) so I wonder if I shall do justice at all. Let’s just leave it at that. (These are the murmurings to self, so please take as disclaimer or simply ignore 🙂 ). That’s already two smileys I should not be using at all, given the weight of the gravity of the topic.

Shifting paradigms of education, especially this day, especially the innovations, the trends, the tacky problems they generate, and our readiness or lack of it, in confronting it. That is what I hope to given direction to, here. As a parent, a practitioner, professionally, as a keen participant in the unfolding scenario. My take.

Recently, on Facebook, I had come across this picture, on how paradigms are created. It has its own stark message, glaring out from the humour in the picture. You’ll understand when you see this. (Picture courtesy one Jai Murugan on FB who had uploaded this picture. All credit to whomsoever created it).

That is the first statement that is given when one is confronted with a change of pattern in operating stuff. Be it teaching, be it a new filing system. “Why change?” “This is the way things are done here!” No argument for change has ever been received with unstinted support even though one realizes that it is beneficial. Because that is the way things have always been done.

It’s not just about the comfort zone one has to move out from. It’s the thought of unlearning, and learning again; the ‘why bother…’;  the “Oh it’s not better definitely, so why try?’; and innumerable arguments.

I’d like to specifically talk of the shift in the Education Methodology, of actually translating it into workable solutions at ground level and also the level of acceptability it has received, from all the “stakeholders” (new terminology to boot!) here – the parent, the teacher, the institution, the learner. Specifically, I’m talking of Mr Kapil Sibal’s baby, the CCE (Continuous and Comprehensive Education), in the CBSE stream (part of the MHRD initiative).

The bare bones of it all, first. CCE was first introduced in the Primary School level way back in 2004 (strictly to be adhered then). As its name suggests, it had to be continuous, and comprehensive assessment of the learner- both academic and co curricular. Now there were no checks on whether it was being done, and schools adopted it to different degrees, in different manners. Ideally there should have been no examinations or formal testing (as in Unit Tests), and assessment had to cover a range of the child’s potential and abilities. Tough. Especially for the teacher. Now you know why it never came through successfully.

Though the history of its implementation and the work behind it, attributed to recommendations by different committees and groups, and especially the NCF, National Curriculum Framework, at different points in time, is extended backwards to a good many years, it was the NCF 2005 that finally brought in a measure of seriousness. When CBSE took note that the implementation at Primary Level left much to be desired, it went into action, and went for the Jugular (great! I’ve actually got a natural context to use this word, unlike here :D). They introduced CCE in Class 9, during October 2009. Imagine the chaos! Suddenly CBSE was dictating terms as to how assessment was to be done, in Class 9 which would impact performance, standards, outcomes, in terms of results, and bring about a sea change, in perception, planning and practice. Many of the fraternity are still drowning in that sea, almost 2 years hence.

In its present form CCE has been implemented fully in CBSE schools right from Class 1 to Class 10. Quite successfully, even if under protest. There is a paradigm shift here, one that, I feel, has been good, especially for the learner group. That, finally, is what matters. So what does it entail? Please bear with me, while I climb on my hobby horse and give you the structuring of the concept.

Assessment is the key word. And that comes from both teacher and student. Peer group and self assessment are also very very important. The whole year is split into two terms. Each term into two blocks of Formative Assessment -FA-(internal assessment, as many are fond of calling it – it actually is the assessment that is there for, and of learning, in small bits), and Summative Assessment, the end of term assessment by way of a pen and paper examination. In FA, there should not be more than 1 pen and paper class test. A variety of other tools and techniques have been provided in the Teachers’ Manual – some of which include presentations, charts, seminars, projects, speech, recitation, interviews, creating MCQs (Multiple Choice Questions) on lessons done, offering opinions, debates, group discussions… The SA includes all the content of that term alone. Only grades are given and no marks ar e entered in the Report Card (which is now an exhaustive document of the child’s personality)

A very important part of the change was the emphasis given to Co-Scholastic Areas of Life Skills, Attitudes and Values, Activities and Skills, Physical and Health parameters. These were to be graded, and a suitable descriptive indicator had to be written down. That is a sort of remark on that area of the child’s personality. CBSE went one step further and upgraded the Scholastic Grades of those who had very good Co-Scholastic Grades, up one level. Such is the importance given to that.

So why has it been met with so much resistance? Some of you who have young children still in school, esp. a CBSE school might want to protest and request that the entire system be reverted back to when examinations ruled. One Board Exam at the end of 10th to decide. That is one of the main reasons that CCE was implemented. To guard against the unreal outcome of such an exercise where the child who remembers, understands, can expostulate and write, emerges the undisputed winner. In the new system, you make it happen for most of the children. It’s the argument about standardised testing, and about different individuals being just that … different… in their abilities, so should that not also be taken into account? Multiple Intelligences (Howard Gardner – unfortunately in the time I did B.Ed., this was not disucussed- now this is a key point in Pedagogy, rightfully so.) – such as Logical, Linguistic, Aural, Visual, Bodily-Kinesthetic, Spatial, Intrapersonal… to name a few, matter, this day and age, because each of us is able to absorb information in different ways. What once was accepted as the rigid way of study, no longer holds true. Take a look at this:

Pic from FB.

“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” Albert Einstein


The above is a link to a part of a textbook in Class X. This is a new and improved version  of one of the text books in Class X, where the cartoon above  clearly illustrates the theme for the  Lesson called “Inclusive Education”, in the second Unit- Education. The breadth of the theme is beautifully enunciated, and the entire book, though too exhaustive for an average learner, is an eyeopener for the learner group, as well as the teacher herself/himself. Do read that lovely little lesson, on Page 56, Unit 2, Lesson C. Inclusive Education. 

The points raised by many of the parents I know who have a difficulty accepting CCE runs thus:

  • Children will forget how to write exams, and their life, after school is going to be dictated by it
  • FA, esp. the assessment in class, how can we be sure the teacher is objective?
  • The subjectivity of the teacher in awarding grades in Co-Scholastic areas, esp. if the child is always flattering the teacher, or irritating him/her no end!
  • Projects; kids dont do it, others do!
  • Assignments, which they copy from each other
  • Kids dont have a social life now; each day there is assessment, so the brighter ones refuse to go out, meet or visit with family friends, attend functions!
  • All the teachers give tests, assignments at the same time. Sigh.
  • This is just like DPEP (District Primary Education Programme), the initiative by the Kerala Government, among the first to introduce a form of CCE in its schools, very systematically. Unfortunately DPEP has been read as Dridra Pillerr Enganengilum Padichotte– meaning Let the Poor Children somehow study (Poor as in poor.)
  • How do you assess co-scholastic areas, especially when you have a class of 50 or thereabouts? (Very valid point there!)
  • Always activity, always activity… give them a break!
  • In English, where can they get the speeches from?
  • They take everything from the internet, so what are they being original and creative about?
  • I dont have a computer, and I have to spend so much on taking my child to the Internet Cafes, and for the printouts of pictures, weblinks.
  • Yada yada yada…. 🙂 (I do not mean any disrespect here, but most of the other points are the ones above, reworded- sometimes people find nothing positive about change and that depresses me!)

I don’t want  to counter each point there,  but I would like to put forth my rationale, on why I think it works for me, and the way I see it.

  • While earlier only a child’s ability to perform in a test was taken as the measure of that child, now it is way different! He/she may have other skills even in academic areas which are given due consideration and weightage!
  • Yes there is the problem of class strength, but if we are going to keep postponing change till we achieve the ideal number in class status, we might never start. Sometimes we need to take that leap of faith.
  • Projects? Well, from the ones that used to be given as home assignment, now they do it in groups, in class, during class time. So who does it? Individual reports on it are taken from members to assess their learning, and their contributions 🙂
  • Teachers are still learning along with the students, and here I must add that CBSE has yet to take greater initiative in teacher inservice courses to help us better. (The Kerala Education system has done some wonderful work on this front)
  • Teacher objectivity will always be in question, no matter how respected that teacher is. But in the case of Co-scholastic grades, awarded, a team of teachers decides, and it is always in favour of the child concerned. We do that. Really.
  • Yes, it is exhausting for the teacher, just as much as you imagine it is for the child. Though for the child I do think a bit of organizing by the family and the teachers in school, can ease the strain. As a teacher, I do understand so much more now, the value of planning, and the lack of our efforts in that direction. Sorry truth, that is.
  • The children and their parents need to know how to use the internet, and if they do get information from there, well, good job! It is how they use this, even in their speeches, without taking it in verbatim that we are going to assess. And it tells when they simply spout without know what! I love flushing out those who do that :D! Poor kids!
  • Yes, there is much to be improved, and it is still evolving, but I think a world of good has been done to more than majority with the easing out of marks, and entry of Grades; how they feel less threatened by the report card, which has much by way of detail of the persona of the child as against only the academic achievement that once used to rule the roost.
  • Slowly, but surely, a lot of parents are working towards accepting it, or at least seeking to be informed about it so that they may better help the focal point of all this, the child.

I do hope the CBSE will work with greater interest towards easing the burden upon the teacher now, who has to plan and execute most of the learning and assessment, not to mention the Report Card work by issuing more guidelines, giving in service courses, right through the country, instead of just the North and the Central areas. Much work needs to be done by them to bring the effort to a better standard both in performance and in achievement of the said objectives.

  • Maintain schedules for study uniformly instead of allowing each school to set their own timeframe. Sometimes a uniformity, at least in the time frame (instead of just saying April to September, I Term, October to March, II Term), goes a long way in ensuring greater stability
  • Give a uniform schedule of the SA to be conducted (now each school can decide their own timetable and their own question paper from the Question Bank sent by CBSE – which incidentally is not very secure, it being sent in CDs to the school, where anyone who has access to it can take and leak papers– or create their own)
  • For the SA, again, give the timetable to be followed by each school. Exceptions may be made to rural schools or those in far flung areas that need special consideration – but make sure you identify them
  • There is an exhaustive amount of suggested activity/ exercises in some texts, in Class 9 and 10. Most schools have a policy that all.. ALL.. the exercises MUST be done, which makes it difficult, esp. for the learner. When text books are designed, it is always better to ensure the right amount, for the average learner, and maybe a couple of things more for the brighter ones, isn’t it?
  • Books, on time please! The CBSE publications’ books Interact in English Series this year was delayed by more than 4 months and therefore photostat copies had to be taken, then books bought when finally it was available… It was utterly beyond excuse!
  • But, most importantly, the schedules.

Here is how a sample report card looks, in the new CCE pattern. I’d have loved my kids to have one like this. At the end of Class 10, a printed report card, summarizing all these details from Class 9 and 10 are given. A thoroughly detailed picture of the child!

(Image, courtesy, Google Images)

I’ve saved the best for last. Three videos on creativity, education systems and the need to change our thinking.

Sir Ken Robinson, Educator, Creativity Expert, had given a series of talks on Tedtalks on the Educational System and Creativity, and the need to bring on learning revolution. I’ve shared these on Facebook, having first heard of them from Jennifer Robertson, a very creative and accomplished poet.  Each of these links below is worth watching, when you have time. The first one below, a MUST. It is an animation of a speech he gave on the same topic – a 20 minute speech condensed beautifully into half that time, and aptly.

1. Changing Educational Paradigms (Animated by RSA)


 Animation of Sir Ken Robinson’s talk on the same topic

2. Bring on the learning revolution


3. Do schools kill creativity


31 October, 2011

Link worth exploring: CBSE’s CCE home page, which has all the information about it, and esp. Circulars, the Manuals, and books.

Sigh. Word count 2500+.

And thus I dismount from my hobby horse, and quit shouting atop my soapbox! Very liberating, having no one to breathe down your neck and utter dire threats about wrecking your spine, sitting at the computer, and dishing out those 2600+ words, almost in one session! Very liberating. But I leave now, satisfied. Another rant freed. 😀

P.S. There is much left to say on finer points of the whole new way. Would be glad to add, if needed, by way of replies to comments. Thank you for your patience, if you read up till here!


Pranayam. Love. Actually.

പ്രണയം . Meaning “Love”, in Malayalam.

The name of a film that moved me deeply. Indeed, I’m a die-hard romantic, given to mush and goo; quite comfortable if the garishness and the reality of the supposedly over-hyped emotion bye passes me 🙂 No, before you shudder at the thought of a movie review reeling out from here, let me confess. I do not know how to do a review. I’ve always admired the confidence and the ability of those who do, who state in no uncertain terms their opinions of a film, and assess its technicalities. I’m deeply impressed and feel terribly inadequate at the thought of my own inability to do so.

Now that my credentials, or lack thereof, have been presented, (whew! what a relief!) let me go on my newest ramble :).

This film, by the noted filmmaker, Blessy, has three stalwarts assaying the main roles. Mohanlal, along with Jaya Prada and Anupam Kher. Right off, it was refreshing to note how each of them played their age, or close to it, and how it gave me the goosebumpish feeling, because it expressed a truth very rarely seen in Indian films, popular films anyway, that Love has no expiry date. That is, after you get married, have the regulation no. of kids, and are well settled, Love takes the back seat, till it disappears, and  life, whatever that means, takes over. It has always irked me, this notion that people over 35 to 40 have little or no love left in their lives, let alone the ones over 60! The kind that makes one flutter and faint… :D! Seriously!! Or the cliched one, that they still act like young teenagers out on their first date and woo each other with all the namby pamby idiocy of a chocolate film.

The story revolves around Grace (Jaya Prada), her husband, Mathew (Mohanlal), and Achutha Menon, Achu, (Anupam Kher), who she was married to, 40 years ago, from whom she is divorced and with whom she has a child. A son (Anup Menon, again a fine execution by the fine actor). There is her own daughter, her child with Mathew, and cameos of her granddaughter, her son’s daughter, and her boyfriend, Arun. You’ve got a range of ages there. You’ve also got love, and way it can bond. Too much of it too. And too much can sour, sometimes. Not so, this time. Not so, perhaps because the filmmaker is Blessy, who has been blessed with a touch, not a heavy hand.

There seems much that is predictable, but of course. And there is much that comes like a whiff of fresh air in times when Love is overrated, especially in its depiction on screen. The film opens with Achutha Menon returning after a visit to his eye specialist with his granddaughter and her boyfriend in his car (the boyfriend plays around and pinches his girlfriend’s leg thinking her grandad cannot see with his dilated eyes; we think so too, till he reminds the young punk, after getting out of his car that there are better ways of showing one’s affection :D- all in good jest :D) Later he meets Grace (who lives in the same apartment block, having moved in very recently) in the lift as he goes upto his son’s flat, and we do not know the connection, till of course later. One look at her and he has his second heart attack, in the lift. She takes him to hospital, identifies his name, age,( which even his daughter in law cannot) and waits till someone arrives. She asks the young woman who comes about her husband.

Slowly, not in the least hurrying the plot along (like I am), we know that her son hates her for having left him and his father. That his wife is not happy having to look after him. That she is even more unhappy having her father in law’s ex-wife in the same environs. There is much unhappiness here. The one person who is utterly happy is Achuthan Menon. Glad for having had a chance to meet his wife Grace again. And she, on her part, anxious for having news on how he is doing. We come to know that theirs was a runaway marraige, if I could put it that way… one that literally did, within a few years. When the young baby was 2 and a half years old. And forty years later they meet. A lot of their emotion is left undone, unresolved, and in Hollywood it would be a perfect recipe for another film like “It’s Complicated”, all the more with another husband in the offing. Not this one.

Grace’s husband is a poet at heart. A philosophy lecturer by profession, now retired. A Leonard Cohen fan (in fact after this film I’ve become one too! ). And a semi paralysed man who needs a wheelchair, and his wife to care for him. None of it lessens him, as a  person. (Please note, I am not saying the usual … “man”). And in each and every feeling he has, genuine. Whether it be the inadequacy he feels, when he thinks of his condition, and measures it up to offering either comfort, or his body, to his wife, in the single tear that rolls out of his good eye, or in his reply to his wife that it is but natural that she would feel the visitations of the past upon seeing the man she first loved, she first gave of herself to. And yet, it is his supreme knowledge and understanding of love itself that makes him say, in all arrogance, that no one could have loved her as he does. One of the truest lines in the film! As also another, when he says that Love is selfish, no matter how we try to deny it. Love makes us selfish.

The magic in the film is when the three of them get together, despite the fact that their children are against it; despite her son warning her off, because, for him, she is stuff nightmares are made of because she left them, and because he does not want his father hurt again. Though they do plan to not meet, Love finds a way to bring the three together, Grace, her husband Mathew and Achutha Menon. It had to be. Becoming fast friends, they decide thumb their noses at their respective children, and set off to live a little. A little escapade, but one that means a lot to them. Right through their journey together, the day or two they do take off, are these beautiful nuances… Achutha Menon’s discomfiture when Mathew hold’s Grace’s hand, or gathers her close; the looks that Achutha Menon and Grace steal, unknowingly living a past moment… But nowhere does it feel like a false note. Love is just that; something that lives you, however bad that construct sounds! I do not know how else to put it. Even 1145 words on.  Each of those nuances are feather light on the faces of these three actors. And so lay heavy long after we’ve seen it.

There is this matter of paying the price too. That is what struck me about the absolution of love in this film. A love that defied parents, was killed, though it still had to die, forty years on. Filial love, we so often admire here, is not what it seems, the daughter being almost abusive, the son actually being so; but the son requires fact and information from his father to want his mother again. Too late, by then. And then again, Grace. Loving one man, marrying him. Having to lose him. Marrying again. Finding love. Revisiting the past. Torn. But not quite so. Mathew keeps her sane. And beloved. Does she find fulfilment?

And Mathew, the Man who understands it all. Where it is going, and sanctions what will happen were he to die. That, perhaps was the most poignant part for me.

A gravestone at the end says “The song has ended. But the melody lingers…”. The second time I saw this film, I had a tear rolling down. (Not the first time, mind you :D)

Mohanlal as Mathew is perhaps the most stunning of the three. His singing of Leonard Cohen’s song at the restaurant. His portrayal as a semi paralytic. His absolute faith in himself, and Grace, his wife.

Anupam Kher was great too, except for his lip sync, that was awkward at best, but his acting? Classy. Jaya Prada is a beauty, nothing less. And despite the fact that she does not laugh much in the film, she too did well.

Rain and the sea are endless motifs. Very apt, and the cinematography, I thought, was simply great. The locales too. Found perfect places. Perfect faces. For a perfect emotion.

It, truly, was an experience. That is why I had said, this is not movie review. I’m just reviewing my experience of “Pranayam”.


24 to 27 October, 2011.

(Just returned after watching Ra.One. Had to finish this to believe in Cinema again :D)

Link worth reading. Tom Robbins on Leonard Cohen.

The song “I’m your man”, on youtube. This one too, where he performs at age 70+, in 2009, in London , along with another of his beautiful songs, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The pictures are all courtesy Google Images.



What takes perhaps
Momentary lapses of time
To learn, adopt and
Make one’s own-

Takes an aeon or beyond
To unlearn-
If at all it can be.

Most especially if one carries
The habit, the memory,
The potential
Deep within the cell memory-

Coursing in the vein;
Tunnelled through the
Umbilical cord-
Aeons, generations down.

Learning has always been easy.
And Unlearning just that, the greatest challenge.

12 October, 2011


Patches on the ceiling

(This is post is entirely inspired by Arjun, the First Born, my caregiver (along with my parents and Chandrika), who insisted I had to be inspired by my forced inactivity, or rather my debilitating condition (lol), to write something with this title. His wish had come to be assayed thus :P. Happily enough, it is being typed out on his laptop.  )

These many days, past,
Prone, unmoving, almost
Enveloped in a fine mist of pain
I never saw
The patches on the ceiling.

They smoothened in a blur
As I lay on my back
And looked, eyes
Distant with the discomfort
That grew to be a part of me.

I felt, almost proudly, I now wonder,
In retrospect, my whole self
Neatly accomodating to pain.
And how I never demurred, protested
At its intensity. Vain, I certainly am!

Yet now, forced out of this
painful, accomodating complacency,
I sometimes writhe, hurting,
Crossing new thresholds of recovery…
The blur fades, focus sharpens
And I see the ceiling for what it is.

So like me.
Uneven, faint scars of reworked plastering.
Stretches smoothened, especially around corners…

And the patches, Oh yes-
Each one, clear, takng shapes
That make me smile.

And one, that stands out, distinct.
An ode, a toast perhaps
To a certain denizen of the region.
Long, slim, tapered at one end
Softly triangulared at the other
The entire length, pockmarked
With tiny peeling whorls of pain(t)
A shape bubbled out, by the damp.

So like my familiar friend, who visits
Each dusk, as the lamp lights,
To haunt my twilight wall. Our gecko!

And now, you know, I’m glad
I see, and know, those patches on the wall!

5 October, 2011