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Parents role in child education

On my way back home, walking along the tar road late in the evening, with paddy field swaying on the either side, and the sky turning crimson red, he pointed how mynas are useful birds since they eat the insects while parrots and pigeons are not since they not only peck the grain they cut the whole inflorescence. "I did not know that", I told him. Rajesh walking with me bare footed and 'mundu' folded patted me and smiled. Rajesh is a farmer, and a proud father.  

Rajesh Krishnan and Uma along with their five year old, Vani have recently moved to Kakavayal (near Thrisslery, wayanad). Both of them have moved to Wayanad from Bangalore last year. Uma is from Madurai, was bought up in Jodhpur since her father was in Army. Uma previously did a documentary on Pakistan refugees along the north west Rajasthan. Rajesh is from Trivandrum. Rajesh is now a full time farmer. His aim is to bring back indigenous varieties of rice and grow them organically. 

Vani is studying in the loc…

Learning through meanderings …

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Sufaid, Jalal, Impana, Sufian, Dilshad and Illias visited Reach India during the weekends. Impana and Sufaid reached at the wee hours on Saturday morning. I picked them up from Mananthavady. Jalal joined us on Saturday afternoon and Sufian made his presence felt late on Saturday evening.
While Sufaid and Impana rested of Saturday morning, I went on to attend the Gram Sabha at Korom. It was evening by the time I came back home. When I returned, Jalal had already joined Sufaid and Impana.
As the evening progressed, Impana suggested to paint and decided to paint Warli paintings on the wall. Jalal was experimenting with mask painting on Sufaid’s face. Sufaid had a cool camera and I started experimenting with aperture and shutter speed. Following the dinner, I requested Sufaid to sing Khwaja ji. Sufaid has a mesmerizing voice and post dinner we sat for almost an hour singing one song after the other. Mostly it was Sufaid’s personality that set the tone for the evening. We winded up singing …

To a great teacher and a great person...

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Kunhome AUP school.

A tall man, brownish in complexion, clean shaven with an unobtrusive moustache approached and with his body leaning on a pillar introduced himself. "Hello, I am Satheeshan A.M. There are a lot of Satheeshans in Kunhome AUP school, so remember A.M too. I am a Maths
teacher. Keshavan Sir introduced your name to me even before you arrived here today and  I am glad to meet you." Without losing a breath, he continued, "You see, I have a problem. I am not in a proper state of mind. I am fine to teach, but rest of the things do not make sense to me. I am not in a proper state of mind because I lost my son recently." It came out spontaneously.  He went on to tell about his son who was studying in seventh standard in Kozhikode. Satheeshan lost his son 45 days ago- in a road accident apparently due to reckless driving. The driver who rammed his car on two boys was less than eighteen years old and was racing his Fortuneer (his dads probably) on a narrow scho…