I’m not so good in wide-angle landscape photography. The most common problem I usually find in such photography is haziness, which makes the image very dull. However, I couldn’t control myself from trying out this one time.

On the extreme right side, we can see some of the school buildings, where I teach.

The yellowish patch of bed-ground is ripening paddy field. For some, the harvesting work had already begun at Ziro.

The human population of Siiro village is also growing continuously. as There weren’t many settlements a decade ago. Now we get to see houses distributed throughout the entire frame.

Siiro village
Siiro village

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Love your job as you love yourself


I was asked once, “Don’t the teachers find their profession exceedingly boring after teaching the same subjects every year?” To be really very honest, sometimes it can be, especially when the teachers and students fail to make a connection with each other. Or else, there’s no question of boredom as we get a whole new challenging batch of students every year that demand a lot of our attentions. So there isn’t much time to think or fret about the subject.

In my life as teacher, I know I have bored my students many times. And so were they. But I think, in the end, it all depends on the mood of students and teachers, healthy state of minds and the extent of enthusiasm in a classroom which determine the austerity of teaching profession – not the subject. For instance; it can be really frustrating when we ask them some general questions, that we had already covered on previous day, to warm up their minds, and they just stay mute. Then you try another one. Again you confront the same blank stare. And then when you ask them if we go through the lesson all over again. They say “No”. At that point, it’s very difficult to come to a decision whether you should go ahead or backward with the topic under discussion. In due course, you began to doubt your own ability. You question yourself if you are delivering enough. Personally I always felt that equal participation or non-participation of both students and teachers defines the boredom. Let me share with one of my trick to keep the students involved in my classroom. I always start my class with a joke or two with some funny acting thrown in between. If they all laughed, you can be a little bit sure that they’ll listen to you. It works out most of the time for me. Secondly, I constantly try to remember all my students’ names, even my ex students’ names. Maybe I could do this because I easily get emotionally attached to my students. Some earliest students had finished college, and they get shock when I call them by their names. Too much emotional attachment can be really draining, but I am helpless. I repeat I am very emotional person.

However, there are trying times that we’re facing as a contractual teacher; we succeed to get through many of them. I guess there will be in future also. No, it’s nothing to do with my students, but governments and bureaucratic apathy. Delay in disbursement of monthly salary – the action regularly followed by government and bureaucrat. It won’t be wrong if we say three months salary instead of monthly salary.  Last year, after three months of default we highly hoped that our salary would be transferred to our bank account at the end of fourth month. Fifth month came and gone, there was no sign. Finally after six months, it was paid out. How many public demonstrations and strikes can we conduct in a year besides written requests and complaints for early release of salary? Under such circumstance, pedagogy definitely takes an ugly turn as non-payment dare our survival – the continuity of our physical existence. How are they supposed to find fault in teachers if they were coerced to seek an alternate source of livelihood? Some of our contemporary colleagues have quitted teaching profession in frustration, and they were quite good. It’s a big loss for country. That’s why, big words like “Largest democracy in the world”, “GDP growth rate”, “Rising superpower” are no jingles to our ears.

You must be wondering why I kept this job if there is so much suffering in it. One, my love for learning-teaching profession helps me to carry on. When we stand in the class, we are the most influential force in the lives of our students. If I can help guiding them in a right direction, earning their overwhelming respect in doing so. What more can you ask for?  Two, if all of us keep on quitting, who will do the onus of nation builder. Three, I don’t fancy flashy cars. My venerated aged motorbike is enough to drop me at my school. And just two plain meals a day for my small stomach. Four, I love rewarding and challenging employment. Moreover, it keeps me occupied.

Yesterday our school students celebrated Teachers’ Day to honor us. In India, birth date of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, the first vice- president of India, is celebrated as Teachers’ Day. It was fun filled Day. And it doesn’t make much difference to me whether the teaching community are included or ignored in PM Teachers’ Day speech as long as I have my students’ love and respect. Need I say more…?


A season of harvest

It’s harvest time. The coat of green has changed into golden.

Bustle, bustle, bustle – for the ears are frail and about to drop.

While the sun shines, while the crops are still standing.

Before the plunge of hailstorm, before the spray of October rain.

The farmers are hurrying towards the field.







Gear: mobile phone camera                                                                                                 

Location: Ziro, India