THE SECOND REPORT ON RADHANAGAR

Quite sometime back I wrote about our workshop at the village named Radhanagar in “Sandeshkhali” block in the Sunderbans area of West Bengal.

Joydhak re-visited the place again this month during the course of a blanket distribution programme to some of the cyclone affected persons in the village. A report:

The village

Radhanagar has faced “Ayla”, the destructive cyclone that swept south Bengal five months back. Almost half of the local flora is gone—eaten away by corrosive saline water that cut in through the bunds and bund-like elevated roads of the village in eight places during the disaster. The salty water stayed for a month and when it was finally gone, it took its toll.

The timber merchants are now the happy souls here. Their saw mills are happily slicing away the trees that either fell during the cyclone or still stand, dead, as an after effect of the prolonged saltwater-logging.

The school

The little school compound we visited for our first workshop still stands there, the school is still operational, but its mood has changed. All the merriment is gone now. One of its main teachers is already dead. The cyclone too did not spare the school. The desolate building stands alone there, with the memory of the destructive days of the cyclone written all over its compound. All its flowers are gone now. Here are the two snaps of the past and the present of the building:

The fields

The agricultural fields have got encrusted with a saline top layer. They will not be fit for the usual paddy farming for more than one season now. The area is a single crop area with everybody dependent on land for their livelihood. Barring that one main crop,

some vegetables including water melon and chilly are grown in small quantities. These are also not possible now due to increased salinity of the fields. The only possible alternative is catching of Tiger Pron hatchlings in the saline water of the now shallow local river, Daansa, and making BIDI, a local form of tiny cheroot . Neither of them are financially rewarding.

The river

The river Daansa (remember our earlier report on Radhanagar workshop? The children defined all other rivers of the country by that name..) has lost its depth due to silting during the ‘Ayla’-inducd flood. It lies there like a dead snake, with its shallow bed promising another flood in case of a heavy downpour.

The young folk, our main objective

However, we found enough display of optimism and courage. The place is far from dead. That’s the best part of it. Though riddled with infrastructure problems, neglect and shabby local politics, the young folk there are fighting back.

We interviewed some young girls here who are pursuing academic and professional courses successfully, albeit with some assistance. We shall report about them later in this post.

The very will to live and prosper reigns strong in those innocent faces, but the exposure level is pathetically low. There are some other problems also that are impairing the healthy growth of the younger people here. Some examples:

Excerpt 1

Here is an excerpt verbatim from our field report—

When asked about their application to some State Government courses for Nursing, they replied in affirmative. Where? They remained silent to that question. They did not keep the record of where they have applied, and had simply posted their application to some post office.

While coming back I overheard two local young boys of a nearby place named ‘Nyajat’, answering to a mobile phone call to one of their friend who lives in Barasat,( a place closer to Kolkata, the state capital ) “Oh god, we even didn’t know that we were eligible for the Banking exam!! And the last date is gone.”

The starvation here is not only true in the literal sense for many, for many other slightly better off young people of Radhanagar there is another kind of starvation—that of information and exposure.

Some young people of this village have been able to scale the first wall. Despite all odds they have succeeded in assimilating formal education by the sheer force of will and determination, (and , sometimes, through a little financial assistance from some individuals). But then they are faced with the second wall now—the lack of information and exposure, the endemic disease of rural India. This second wall is tougher to climb. They need assistance.

Excerpt 2

Another problem area was brought out by Economist Sri Swapan Mondal who hails from this area and is actively involved in various activities here. Here’s the gist:

A couple of personal computers were arranged by Mr. Biswas for one school here. An arrangement was made for a teacher to commute there once a week to impart training to the youth in computer application, for free. But the school authorities neither could provide a weather-safe room for the computers, nor did they even care to pay the traveling expenses of the trainer. The machines, kept in a leaky room got soaked in rainwater and soon they became defunct.

This story elicits a problem which is rooted deeper in the psyche of the local residents.

Why did this neglect happen?

Crucifying some individual for playing a traditional villain or spoilsport in this episode would be too simplistic an explanation. The real problem is that of lack of a feeling of need. The above incident would go to show the non-appreciation of a pragmatic new concept by the dogmatic local INSTITUTION. They simply failed to understand the importance of the new concept or to foresee its effect.

Another possible explanation might be their lack of confidence on the local youth about their capability of benefiting from this different concept.

The problem is not new in our Tradition dominated society where much more unquestioned reliance is put on time tested ways and means and any new thing that our forefathers did not know of is treated with suspicion and contempt.

A third possible reason for this neglect is that the machines were given free. Nobody respects a freebie. Doling makes a recipient feel like a beggar. Unless a person is in a dire existential need, he is bound to feel slighted if he is offered alms.

Whatever be the root cause, the net result was that the gift was treated as an unwarranted and unwanted piece of problem for the school authorities and got rid of through calculated neglect.

Suggestions

At the end of the interactions, the following suggestions emerged.

One of them is for our host Sri P.K. Biswas the enthusiastic septuagenarian youth from Radhanagar and

The other is rather a plea to the readers of the post:à

(A) ESTABLISHING A CAREER INFORMATION CENTRE in the village to be run by the local youngsters who have been lucky enough to get the requisite education.

Once such a center is created locally , and incumbents selected, Joydhak proposed to provide expert faculty support for the first orientation to the volunteers.

Once trained, the volunteers would collect information about VARIOUS CAREER OPPORTUNITIES IN SERVICE AND SELF EMPLOYMENT SECTORS. Various periodicals, journals, brochures, scopes of vocational trainings and other curriculum would be sent from Kolkata ,once such info center is created.

Once the center becomes operational, any interested aspirant of the locality would then be provided with information required by him/her by this center. The same model can then be replicated in other local villages.

Sri Swapan Mondal informed that efforts are already afoot to identify a location for the center and once such a location is established expert faculty will be provided whose traveling costs will be recouped by charging a monthly token fee from Rs.25 to Rs.50 from the aspirants (50 cnts to one USD).

The amount to be charged will be purposedly kept meager so that financially weak aspirants can afford it. At the same time, charging of a fee is essential, as, having to pay some amount for a benefit, (however meager may be the amount,) will help to boost the self respect in the educated beneficiary and also a sense of urge to get the best out of a facility. Nobody respects a freebie.

(B) ADOPTING A GIRL STUDENT

Sri P.K Biswas, the septuagenarian youth from Radhanagar and Sri Swapan Mondal, an Economist friend with Joydhak, who is also a son of the soil of the Sunderbans, brought up this issue during the interactions.

Sri Biswas informed that some individuals from different places have already taken up the sponsorship for the education of three girls in Radhanagar. Sri Biswas acts as the co-ordinator for such efforts. He himself is assisting some needy but promising kids from this area. This is resulting into a successful experiment. Two such girls, who did not have any hope for further higher studies, have taken a course in nursing and are now pursuing graduation with this help. The third is still in school. Once this trio are thru the sponsorship is expected to continue with another set of three girls.

COULD YOU HELP????

However, three is not enough. Sri Biswas is also doing whatever possible within his own capacity, yet, more sponsorship is needed. Even a meager five hundred rupees (approx 10 USD) a month can change the life of a girl for ever in this back of the beyond land!

ON BEHALF OF THIS VILLAGE, JOYDHAK URGES FOR SUCH ASSISTANCE FROM THE MORE FORTUNATE INTERNET COMMUNITY WHOSE MEMBERS ARE READING THIS POST.

You can contact the followings:

Sri P.K Biswas at Radhanagar : 09433342558

Sri S.K Mondal at Kolkata at: 09874781962

EMAIL: swapan_ies@yahoo.co.in

A unique confidence building experiment with the future citizens

Shishu Kishore Vikaas Mela ( Child and Youth development fair)—A unique confidence building experiment with the future citizens

Posted on নভেম্বর 3, 2009 by joydhak | সম্পাদনা

This is a week-long annual camp-cum-workshop orgasnised at various rural and semi urban locations of Bengal during the Autumn.

This effort has reached its twelfth year in 2009.

School level children are the main participants and target beneficiaries of the camp. We would like to give the summary of the experience from the perspective of a child , as published in one of the camp brochures. (The original text is in Bengali):

I study in a free primary school. The school is actually a big shop that accommodates 63 of us and a stick wielding teacher. One day he called the names of a few of us and told that we shall be going for a camp. The place was Jambani, near Shantiniketan.

This was the first time I traveled in a railway train. The breakfast , served during the journey in train, was frugal. From the railway station we were taken to the venue by a bus. It was a big, walled school building with lots of trees and a pond inside. Once out of the bus, we all started running inside the compound. The ground was pebbly and hurting but so what! It was a beautiful feeling to be able to run undisturbed, without having to think about any rushing vehicle. Can anyone run like that in our town? I was really missing my siblings. If they could also come!!

After the initial commotion we settled down in some of the classrooms. A large plastic had been spread on the floor. We were to sleep there. We had carried some rudimentary bedding with us for that.

After a little time and another frugal snacks we went out to explore the place. The primary section of the school is housed on the backyard of the main block. It’s mid-day meal kitchen , standing beside a well, has been made into our camp kitchen for next one week. A nice leaning tree stood there. Many of us tried our hands at climbing the tree. Some went near the pond and sat beside it. Somehow we were forming small groups of hitherto unknown persons. A big girl suddenly approached me and took me to see the cooking going on in the kitchen. Some of our moms and sisters who had accompanied us in the camp were assisting in the cooking. They were chatting among themselves. There was fun and frolic everywhere. Once again I missed my mom and sis. If only they could come!

**************

The next morning we were gathered in a large, well-lit hall. There were some senior persons sitting at the back. Two big boys were in charge of maintaining discipline. However nobody was carrying a cane or any other such disciplining instrument we are so much in the habit of seeing in the schools. Our names were noted down here. This was followed by a session of songs. We all sang and enjoyed.

After that we were divided into a number of groups and assigned different activities. Our group was put under Samit Bandyopadhyay, Kaushik da and Palan da. They would teach us how to act in a play! They were very good, only most of the things they told were difficult to understand. I started feeling sleepy and tried repeatedly to slip away from the session. The symptoms spread quickly and our teachers called for help from another elderly person. We were afraid that this person would chastise us for being inattentive. But the man called me and instead of barking at me he offered me to play the role of a necklace snatcher. Sabita would play the role of your victim and Ruksana would act as police and try to catch you.

Now this was fun. I snatched the necklace quite professionally and as soon as Ruksana came to catch me I ran outside and a chase ensued, among loud clapping from the elders. This episode took away all the boredom.

The rest of the activities that followed were sheer fun—grab your friends at the call of a number(if the number is three grab three friends and like that), two or more persons collaborate in drawing one picture and so on. We never knew when morning turned into middle of the noon. It was time for a break.

A pump was running in the backyard and water was being sprinkled through a pipe. That was our public bath. It was so great a fun to bathe like that under the open sky! The food was simple but we were very hungry and ate a lot.

By evening the entire camp was in a beautiful harmony. Many of us were willingly participating in the daily chores. If somebody did not want to participate, fine! Let him idle away. Nobody would say anything to him. No punishments would be meted out. But then, who wants to be a loner when all other are working together and having fun!!

A daily wall magazine was also planned during the camping days. We were to write and draw for it. I tried my hand at making a sketch of spiderman. It came out well. The next day I drew Mickey mouse. This time it was accompanied by a small couplet. Then Cinderella followed.

The wall magazine soon had a companion in the form of a daily collaborative poem. Somebody would write a line and others would contribute a line or two in succession. It was fun. The first line was,

“The camp’ll ask you just one thing.”

The next morning someone completed the couplet with this line-

“Together we must learn to sing.”

This was followed by other lines. After some time the meter and the rhythm were all thrown into air and a free for all poetry writing session ensued.

By the midst of the camping period our group was ready with a play, to be enacted on the last day. The work was based on a comedy by Tagore but it was enlarged considerably to accommodate all the members of the group. Different groups were creating their own plays. Once I saw a boy being asked to play the role of a dog. The boy denied. The proposal must have been a disgusting one for him! Then one of our trainers took up the role. The story was beautiful—the pet dog of a lonely boy saving him from drowning by calling out for help. With the beautiful acting of the trainer, the dog’s role became so attractive that once the demonstration was over, the boy forgot his reservations and jumped for the role.

Evenings were fun too. Listening to stories used to be a main attraction. One day it was proposed to organize lots of programs in the evening in various rooms—recitation, go as you like, dancing, ghost room, movie room and so on. Every such room was the responsibility of a group of campers. They had to plan the entire program of that room. Arranging for the logistics was the responsibility of the seniors.

We all got very busy from that afternoon with our respective charges. The fun started after Sunset. A boy called Ujan from Santipur was performing in the magic room. He is a good showman but the funniest element in the show was his father–a big tall fellow, working as a meek assistant to this puny magician. I myself was in the dance group. I love to dance.

But, of all the groups, the best was the ghost room. As soon as I entered that room, someone slapped on my head. I turned around to find only a pair of floating eyes and a set of white teeth!! Then came a procession of skeletons! That was enough for me. I shouted for help, wanting to get out of the room and immediately somebody pushed me outside. The room became the most popular among all the rooms that evening. Everybody wanted to get in. Even all the seniors! There was a long queue in front of it.

Thus our week was spent. All through the week each of the groups has created a play almost from scratch. The dialogues, the acting, the plan—- everything! That was the main goal. Side by side we have lived and worked and had fun together in a big group like a big family.

On the last day the programme started in the afternoon. There were some songs and then the plays started one after another. But then those were not simply another set of plays! They were created by us during last few days. So many memories associated with each scene. Remember that dog I mentioned earlier? In the play, the dog was killed at the end by a rude man. We cried when the scene was acted.

After all the plays were acted, we lit a lot of candles and walked around the entire place, singing all the time. There was no declaration of end of a festival, because, it was not an end; just a beginning of the next festival.

In the present time of endangered childhood in every strata or class of the society, this effort can be summarized as a venture to touch the sleeping creativity in a child and give it the confidence that it can also deliver of its own. The camps are designed to gently guide a child to learn to think of its own and to dare to come up with new ideas and try and implement them too.

The journal of the young participant above shows the gradual evolution of a mind over the week long camping period during which it is taught to shed its fear and lack of confidence, learns to look for his own capabilities and then to come out with its contribution without any hesitation.

A group of dedicated and capable individuals are behind this novel effort. They also publish a very standard booklet on the occasion of this camp.

Interested individuals may contact at this blog site for contact details of the organisers. Feel free to send in your queries in comment mode to this post.

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Chandamama all back issues available

Remember the Chandamama? We all grew up with this oldest Indian Child magazine. All its back issues are now available. In Nine Indian Languages.

Give your child a slice of your own childhood. At the same time experience the taste of your own childhood once more. Try the link below:

CHANDAMAMA

Remember that colourful MISHA magazine?

This colourful Russian kids' magazine was a part of our childhood reading. What a Wonderful Magazine it was Oh!

Some good people have now taken some efforts to bring one of the  old copies of this wonderful magazine back in the net, Free! Bless their souls!  I downloaded it for my kids. Get it and share with your kids too (In addition to enjoying them yourself. It will give you back a piece of your childhood.). CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW:

Misha Magazine

A photographic report of the latest Joydhak workshop

Visit this link to see how a group of children in a remote village of rural bengal are working with determination to better their lives through education.

http://joydhak.wordpress.com/photo-feature-on-workshop-at-asannagar/

faces of the child

Joydhak took to the lenses to capture the many faces of the child--some of them privileged , some not so privileged, some pensive, some just freaking out in the characteristic carefree enthusiasm of the age, some mocking the overdressed adult world with sheer nakedness. The camera roamed from Kumartuli of Kolkata to Kanha in Madhya Pradesh, but the the children are everywhere the same--a true reflection of contemporary life. Here are some choice picks. Click the link below to see.

faces of the child photogallery

Joydhak Workshop at Asannagar, Distt Nadia, India

Recently a small team from Joydhak was invited to participate in a workshop organised by an informal education centre named PRIYABALA VIDYAVITHI at Asan nagar, Nadia.

This education centre is a unique experiment in basic education. Here’s a brief:

The Institution is running for last nine years WITHOUT ANY GOVT FUND OR SPONSORSHIP!!

It does not have any government affiliation.

It does not have any rich individual’s financial support.

A man has created this institution on his entire household property(around two Bigha of land). He lives in a small structure inside the property and the rest has been converted into the venue of this most unique experiment.

The target group is the schoolgoing children of local poor people (predominently Muslims and lower caste Hindus) who are mainly agricultural labourers.

The basic assumptions for the experiment are:

1. Assumptions regarding the shortcomings in the existing institutional structures in the local socio-economic background:
(A) the existing state sponsored institutional education system does not provide all-round education.
(B) The education system a well as the local socio-economic fabric fails to curb the high drop out rates.
(C) Standard of academic education by local state sponsored institutions is very poor.
(D) The social institutions including schools and families are not capable of providing education to the children of the poorer segment of the society in the areas of hygene, morality, good behaviour, fine arts like drawing/recitation, music or social consciousness.
2. Assumptions regarding the ways and means:
(A) Every child, given a chance, can excel irrespective of his/her level of affluence or location in the social/economic ladder.
(B) A school’s responsibility is not limited to finishing an academic syllebus and conducting and exam. In addition to that, it is its duty to ensure allround development of the mind and body of the student.
(C) That development needs more dedication and comparatively less money.A parent does not require to be paying through his nose for procuring this opportunity for his child.

The Experiment is conducted in the following manner:

The institution enrolls students studying at various local schools from class five onwards.

The students attend the institution at their non-school hours, especially in the afternoons.

Special sessions are held during weekends and vacation days.

They are given coaching on various academic subjects and side by side classes are organised on subjects ranging from basic hygene & cleanliness to development of kitchen gardens to music to drawing.

Evaluation meetings and parental counseling sessions take place with guardians at fixed periodic intervals.

Teachers come from various professions and basically give free service. Some of the ex-students give voluntary services as teachers for a nominal fee.

What we observed:

The students are lively, well behaved , well informed and highly independent minded. During the workshop they staged a small play (their own creation) protesting against the thrashings that some of them receive from their teachers in the institution for not attending to their home tasks properly. The targeted teacher (who happens to be a headmaster in a local school and gives voluntary service in this Institution) sat through the play patiently and then called for an instant referendum on whether the students envisage any situation where they would support a beating up of a student by a teacher.

The children responded with a list of three situations where they would recommend a little beating of a student by a teacher (viz. bunking a class , being unmindful to a lesson during a class and leaving one’s own class to peep into a different classroom). However, they categorically denounced the practice of beating for not doing homeworks. In other words they were sending a message that there should not be any homework , that is, the school should take full responsibility of education within the teaching hours only.

Interestingly, the institution has been successful in curbing the dropout rate to 1% among the students under its care whereas the general dropout rate in the area is above 50% as reported by them.

Findings and suggestions of the workshop

1. The usual story telling sessions (where the students were encouraged to tell stories they knew) revealed acceptance of polygamy as a normal fact of life. The stories they told mostly involved multiple wives and domestic violence in the form of fairy tales. When asked to identify unacceptable factors in such stories , while they successfully pointed out the mentions of different magics and charms (e.g. use of magic flowers to induce pregnancy in an otherwise barren woman) as well as uncalled for violences (e.g. a king killing his wives by pushing them into a well) in such tales, none indicated towards unacceptability of polygamy. (A young girl when asked as to why she did not point this out as an unacceptable fact in the story, innocently said, “But it is so common!”)

The issue was pointed out to the faculty who in response commented that it is proving to be difficult to imbibe the unacceptability of polygamy in the psyche of the students. The area needs further thrust.

2. To increase the involvement of students in the entire process and develop a sense of ownership among the students, our team held a meeting with some teachers and the senior students of the school and after deliberations, the house decided to start a process of mentorship wherein every senior student would take charge of two or three junior students and would look after their allround developments within and beyond school, under the guidance of the teachers. the mentors (senior students ) would hold a monthly meeting with the teachers and submit progress reports of their charges and the best mentor of the year would be given a prize. Immediately after the meeting such charges were distributed and the process has started rolling. The results will now be monitored periodically.

Problem areas:

The main problem being faced is the non-availibility of funds. Recently a situation arose when the institution was on the verge of closing its doors. The poor parents then came together and provided them with whatever little money they could provide. Currently, that meagre source and some scanty donations from a few people are the only source of funds.

When asked why they donot try making and selling of local handicrafts, they brought out beautifully designed ‘Kantha’s (colourful stitched rugs made from used Sarees) and some elegant looking woodcrafts. They know how to make them but donot know how to market them. If these things could be properly marketed they could generate some badly needed fund for the experiment.

Could anybody help them ? Help could be given in the form of small monetary assistance (however small it is it always counts) or by providing some marketing options for their handicrafts.

The address is :
Priyabala Vidyavithi
(Near Asannagar Post Office,
P.O. Asan nagar,
Bhimpur,
District Nadia,
West Bengal

Joydhak workshop at Asannagar

Recently a small team from Joydhak was invited to participate in a workshop organised by an informal education centre named PRIYABALA VIDYAVITHI at Asan nagar, Nadia.

See the photo-feature of the workshop at

http://joydhak.wordpress.com/photo-feature-on-workshop-at-asannagar/

This education centre is a unique experiment in basic education. Here's a brief:

The Institution is running for last nine years WITHOUT ANY GOVT FUND OR SPONSORSHIP!!

It does not have any government affiliation.

It does not have any rich individual's financial support.

A man has created this institution on his entire household property(around two Bigha of land). He lives in a small structure inside the property and the rest has been converted into the venue of this most unique experiment.

The target group is the school-going children of local poor people (predominently Muslims and lower caste Hindus) who are mainly agricultural labourers.

The basic assumptions for the experiment are:

1. Assumptions regarding the shortcomings in the existing institutional structures in the local socio-economic background:
(A) the existing state sponsored institutional education system does not provide all-round education.
(B) The education system a well as the local socio-economic fabric fails to curb the high drop out rates.
(C) Standard of academic education by local state sponsored institutions is very poor.
(D) The social institutions including schools and families are not capable of providing education to the children of the poorer segment of the society in the areas of hygiene, morality, good behaviour, fine arts like drawing/recitation, music or social consciousness.
2. Assumptions regarding the ways and means:
(A) Every child, given a chance, can excel irrespective of his/her level of affluence or location in the social/economic ladder.
(B) A school's responsibility is not limited to finishing an academic syllabus and conducting and exam. In addition to that, it is its duty to ensure all-round development of the mind and body of the student.
(C) That development needs more dedication and comparatively less money.A parent does not require to be paying through his nose for procuring this opportunity for his child.

The Experiment is conducted in the following manner:

The institution enrols students studying at various local schools from class five onwards.

The students attend the institution at their non-school hours, especially in the afternoons.

Special sessions are held during weekends and vacation days.

They are given coaching on various academic subjects and side by side classes are organised on subjects ranging from basic hygiene & cleanliness to development of kitchen gardens to music to drawing.

Evaluation meetings and parental counselling sessions take place with guardians at fixed periodic intervals.

Teachers come from various professions and basically give free service. Some of the ex-students give voluntary services as teachers for a nominal fee.

What we observed:

The students are lively, well behaved , well informed and highly independent minded. During the workshop they staged a small play (their own creation) protesting against the thrashings that some of them receive from their teachers in the institution for not attending to their home tasks properly. The targeted teacher (who happens to be a headmaster in a local school and gives voluntary service in this Institution) sat through the play patiently and then called for an instant referendum on whether the students envisage any situation where they would support a beating up of a student by a teacher.

The children responded with a list of three situations where they would recommend a little beating of a student by a teacher (viz. bunking a class , being unmindful to a lesson during a class and leaving one's own class to peep into a different classroom). However, they categorically denounced the practice of beating for not doing home-works. In other words they were sending a message that there should not be any homework , that is, the school should take full responsibility of education within the teaching hours only.

Interestingly, the institution has been successful in curbing the drop-out rate to 1% among the students under its care whereas the general drop-out rate in the area is above 50% as reported by them.

Findings and suggestions of the workshop

1. The usual story telling sessions (where the students were encouraged to tell stories they knew) revealed acceptance of polygamy as a normal fact of life. The stories they told mostly involved multiple wives and domestic violence in the form of fairy tales. When asked to identify unacceptable factors in such stories , while they successfully pointed out the mentions  of different magic and charms (e.g. use of magic flowers to induce pregnancy in an otherwise barren woman)  as well as uncalled for violences (e.g. a king killing his wives by pushing them into a well)  in such tales, none indicated towards unacceptability of polygamy. (A young girl when asked as to why she did not point this out as an unacceptable fact in the story, innocently said, "But it is so common!")

The issue was pointed out to the faculty who in response commented that it is proving to be difficult to imbibe the unacceptability of polygamy in the psyche of the students. The area needs further thrust.

2. To increase the involvement of students in the entire process and develop a sense of ownership among the students, our team held a meeting with some teachers and the senior students of the school and after deliberations, the house decided to start a process of mentorship wherein every senior student would take charge of two or three junior students and would look after their all-round developments within and beyond school, under the guidance of the teachers. the mentors (senior students ) would hold a monthly meeting with the teachers and submit progress reports of their charges and the best mentor of the year would be given a prize. Immediately after the meeting such charges were distributed and the process has started rolling. The results will now be monitored periodically.

Problem areas:

The main problem being faced is the non-availability of funds. Recently a situation arose when the institution was on the verge of closing its doors. The poor parents then came together and provided them with whatever little money they could provide. Currently, that meagre source and some scanty donations from a few people are the only source of funds.

When asked why they do not try making and selling of local handicrafts, they brought out beautifully designed 'Kantha's (colourful stitched rugs made from used Sarees) and some elegant looking woodcraft. They know how to make them but do not know how to market them. If these things could be properly marketed they could generate some badly needed fund for the experiment.

Could anybody help them ? Help could be given in the form of small monetary assistance (however small it is it always counts) or by providing some marketing options for their handicrafts.

The address is :
Priyabala Vidyavithi
(Near Asannagar Post Office,
P.O. Asan nagar,
Bhimpur,
District Nadia,
West Bengal

PIN: 741161

Joydhak webzine 7th issue uploaded

The festival issue (2009) of Joydhak has been uploaded today at www.joydhak.com. This web edition of Joydhak has been behind schedule by precisely 8 days.
In fact the magazine has been kept ready for uploading for quite sometime now. Its hard copy version was as ususal published from Kolkata precisely on due date that is 15th September'09.
But our Mumbai based webmaster was abroad and hence the delay in uploading the web issue.
The joydhak Team expresses sincere regret for this delay.
However there's a tiny piece of good news also--this was a rare occasion when a Kolkata team showed more punctuality than a Mumbai team!
Coming to the new issue , the first step towards a major revamping of content of the magazine has been initiated in this issue. We have begun our English section from this issue with the English version of our indigenous comiscs 'Mrs T'. Over the next few issues we plan to develop this section into a full fledged english quarterly for teens, tweens and beginners.
A slew of new serial features are on the drawing board. These will also be released over next one or two issues.
Happy reading. We expect your comments.

The girl child--an Intnl Labor Orgn report

The World Day Against Child Labour is observed every June 12. The theme of this year's report is 'Give Girls a Chance, Tackling child labour, a key to the future'. ILO's most recent global estimate of the extent of child labour indicates that more than 100 million girls were involved in child labour, with nearly half or 53 million involved in hazardous work including commercial sexual exploitation, forced and bonded labour. ILO says rising poverty as a result of the economic crisis will push governments and poor families to invest less in girl child education, leaving them exposed to exploitation.

The litttle girl from Itarsi

Last April we were travelling back home from a trip to Pachmadhi, a hill(ock) station in the Satpuras.
We took a Bhopal bound train from Piparia at around 2 pM. It was a scorching late April afternoon.
By the time we reached Itarsi, we were very thirsty. I got down and bought a few sachets of buttermilk from a local vendor. They are cheap, cool and refreshing. However, our children would have none of that. So again I went down and got some fruit pulp drink for them, Maaza or something, I donot remember the brand exactly. Coming back to my seat I found a little beggar girl standing there,
her right hand spread in front of my wife. Now that she knew that our kids won't take the butter milk anymore, she placed one sachet in that grimy palm. The girl took it, smiled at her and went away.

Within five minutes she was back again. Again she stood there , exactly in the same manner, her right hand spread in front of my wife. This time she gave her two more of the sachets. She smiled brightly and left. After sometime when the train was almost ready to depart, suddenly the same grimy palm peeped through the window and a frail voice pleaded from below outside--Aur ek de do naa auntiji!
My wife placed the single leftover sachet in that hand. It disappeared immediately. We then started discussing this moral degradtion of this child. In the first place she was hardly half a dozen years old, but was already a practised beggar. In addition, see how greedy she was! She would never be satisfied with a little, but would always like to grab everything. All four sachets she took for herself! Such greed! What a selfish and greedy woman would she become once she grew up! Some co-passangers joined in and a wonderful and knowledgeable discussion on moral degradatio of Indian beggers began.

While a middle aged gentleman was suggesting a state sponsored forced ligation program for all destitute women above fifteen so as to save the face of the nation from the scourge of such unwanted little urchins, suddenly there was the long whistle and the train started to roll.
When we were approaching the end of the platform, suddenly my elder kid pointed outside and said, "Papa look, that greedy begger girl!''
We all looked outside. There she was; standing guard over a very ill looking middle aged woman, perhaps her mother. The woman was greedily sucking at one of those packets of butter milk Three other naked toddlers were scampering around. Each of them had one sachet in his or her hand.
Only, our greedy beggar girl was an exception. We had given her only four packets. She did not have any sachet left for herself. There she stood, a six year old kid, with a stamp of extreme desire visible all over her perched body, looking at the gradually emptying packets of liquid in the hands of her younger siblings and her ill mother.

The train slipped out of the platform. There was a odd hush inside our compartment.

My narration being over, I shall end my post here, without any expert sounding comment from my side. I have no right to pass a judgement on a human being with so much superior strength of character than me, or , than any other person I have met till date. Little girl, who taught you conquer your greed in such a way? Could you teach us the trick?

Joydhak back issues not visible--the solution

Some of our readers are complaining for sometime regarding non availability of some of the past issues on clicking the links provided in the archive page. Yes, there's a linkage problem there. ONly issue one and 5 are clickable. Issue 2,3,4 are not.
Till the problem is resolved you may copy and paste the following link in your address bar to see the past issues. YOU SHOULD CHANGE THE ISSUE NUMBER from 2 to 4 in this link to reach the particular back issue you want to see.
http://www.sristisukh.com/joydhak/2/index.html

A Kid goes missing here every thirty second. Where do they go??

How does a parent feel when the kid goes missing? And how does the kid himself/herself feel? According to one calculation every thirty second one child goes missing in India. Where do they go? Where do they end up? Roadside beggars? tender meat in international flesh trade? source of live organs ? unwanted dependents in some shabby government orphanage?

How many of them are returned back to their own homes by the established mechanism of our society?

Interestingly, a thorough websearch could not yield any such reliable statistics. Nobody knows. Not many cares.

Most of the missing children come from the poorer section of the society. They donot have enough lobbying power. So our socio political institutions donot feel the compelling urge to prioritise the issue. After all who cares for a few faceless kids? We already have enough of that livestock available .

Luckily, some Indians are thinking otherwise also. Even more fortunately, they are not just thinkers. Some of them have actually started the mission in the right spirit

One such organisation is the National Centre for Missing Children.

They run a website named

http://www.missingindiankids.com

The organisation has started the work in a proactive manner. They presently have more than 2 Lakh subscribers all over the country and are in active liaison with hundreds of legal, social and voluntary organisations .

As soon as a missing child report reaches them, they post the news on the website with posters of the kid. An alert immediately reaches more than two lakh subscribers all over the country.

Its institutional subscribers (for example various orphanages and homes all over the country) , as soon as the get the alerts they print it out as per plan and display this. Some leading womens' magaziones have also started giving free space to this centre for publication of their alerts.

With adoption of this technique the search for a missing child is breaking the shackles of a traditionally disinterested and inefficient police investigation and is taking a proper shape.

Of late they have started achieving a fairly appreciable success rate too.

Another link below provides an article containing many other links to reliable organisations who help in locating missing children:

http://www.childlineindia.org.in/cr-missing-children.htm

(This site is run by another organisation called Childline India Fountdation which acts as a NODAL AGENCY that links children in distress to organisations who can rehabilitate them. In essence CIF sets up a single window framework through a tele-helpline service - CHILDLINE 1098 - which can be accessed easily by any child.)

CAN WE DO SOMETHING AND CONTRIBUTE TO THESE EFFORTS?

WELL, IF NOT ANYTHING ELSE, AT LEAST WE CAN START BY SPENDING SOME OF OUR PRECIOUS TIME GLANCING THRU THESE SITES AND THEN SPREADING THE NEWS TO OTHERS.

OR IS THAT A TALL ORDER?

JOydhak field workshop--a report

Read this interesting report on Joydhak's interaction with children in the remote Radhanagar village in the mangroves region at --
http://joydhak.wordpress.com/a-field-workshop-organised-by-joydhak/

Darkness in literature for the young

While we debate on this issue, darkness settles on the literature for the young in the west.
IN this article published in the wsg Katie Roiphe writes--

Until recently, the young-adult fiction section at your local bookstore was a sea of nubile midriffs set against pink and turquoise backgrounds. Today’s landscape features haunted girls staring out from dark or washed-out covers. Current young-adult best sellers include one suicide, one deadly car wreck, one life-threatening case of anorexia and one dystopian universe in which children fight to the death. Somewhere along the line our teenagers have become connoisseurs of disaster.

the main article will be available at the following link. It is spine chilling.

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203771904574173403357573642.html

dark thoughts and children's literature

Here is a brilliant comment on the  ongoing debate  received from Mr. Sujoy Roy from Kolkata. It is available in the comments section but I could not resist the temptation of flashing it also as a post:

Child fiction should steer away from dark emotions of crime and horror. A child bears an enchanted innocence beyond wisdom. A little lass canters and dances like no one is watching her. She should not be hit with angst and atavistic fears. Fear is not a right motivator, undermines the confidence and diminishes the child .What comes to mind is “The wonderful wizard of Oz”, written by L. Baum. Its a different in the genre of children’s classic in avoiding the negative vibes and emotions and crudity of old fairy tales of fantastically contorted wiches and mythical realms of dragons and demons ; its neither the same as post-modern preoccupations with distant galaxies infested with zombies in apocalyptic wastelands. A child craves for stories. That’s what makes antsy children quiet.The wizard of Oz is special because it is exuberantly big hearted, joyful embrace of the minutiae of daily life in an atmosphere of happy goodnight air for the little fellow to sleep and slip into a dreamy playground. The child loves tales chiefly for pleasure, not for packaging serious knowledge as adults look for. Leela Mazumder said so. I hardly know of any better reading than her “Padipishir Burmi baksho” and “Dine dupure”. ( Satyi je kokhon shesh hoi, swapna je kokhon shuru hoi bola mushkil.) Swapan torir neye .
Nonsense humour using the method of logical inversion is nonsense (children enjoy), but the study of nonsense is scholarship (which adults do). The jabberwocky of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear, Sukumar Roy’s “Abol Tabol ( Rhyme without reason) with weired creatures as Griffonling and Higgle Piggle Dee will continue to tickle a funny bone amongst kids and the adult(child). Sukumar advanced an apologia that the this brand of humour was conceived in a spirit of whimsy. In his old days Tagore composed Khapchara” in the same vein. In the last few lines of Abol tabol the poet is jesting in the shadow of his final days:
“A keen primordial lunar chill,
The nightmare’s nest with bunchy frill-
My drowsy brain such glimpses steep,
And all my singing ends in sleep.”
Alice in wonderland is pure whimsidal realm. Its icon of extinction is Dodo. The creature never had a chance, it seems to have been invented solely for the purpose becoming extinct. After Alce “Ha-ja-bara-la “(Topsy Turvy Tale) comes up with close familiarity. And do not forget to tie the knot of memory-setting every now and then in between mysterious vanishing act of of things plaguaging the moments. I have to raise the house, hunt high and low for the blasted combs and Sorbitrates; they play truant and make for a story of another day. Missing objects are crazy, but found objects such as an icecream cone in the freezer is an easy grab.Where did my favourite childhood illustrated books duck away? I keep missing them more and more distressingly? They went down the rabbit hole in Alice’s wonderland.Tumbled down to the garden through a subterranean cavern. They enjoy a rip roaring laughter regaling one another about how they escaped the clutches of two legged monsters above ground. Should serious men smoke out the rabbit hole?
And the adventure stories of “Chander pahar”, whale -hunting in Moby Dick along with its sea-gazing and wandering how happiness is bound up with waves! Tintin, whose adventures have delighted children and adults over the world remains an ageless boy reporter; he began life eighty years ago at the age of fifteen. Take the case of Santa Claus. If he did not exist, it would be necy. to invent him as a jolly giver of children’s gifts. Red is regarded as the colour of love.Wonder why Santa is is dressed in red and rides a sleigh drven by red-nosed reindeer, unless , of course,he drives down other people’s chimneys at midnight with entirely amorous intentions.. And such pen-pictures of Dickens can tickle a young one as this:”his moustache went up under his nose and his nose came down under his mushtache ”
Is Snow White a vampire because she lies in the coffin without decaying? My village was a beehive of rumours about sleepwalking and and whisper-shouting to awaken the somnambulist. Every mile away there were habitations of spooks with names and local tags. Absurdly weired names such as “ekanore” used to give us creeps. Wild fantasmogria ! Such heebie-jeebies were staple for our childhood tale in pastoral light and shade. When I piled up some years I read through “‘Dracula”… “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, snarled the “un-dead” count before blood-sucking a woman!
Other day I experienced a cheer as best cheer can be amongst a bunch of picknickers in advanced years, never mind their third legs. These up and coming senior citizens of new decades are not wanting in falling in love, sticking a curiosity nose at whats-goin-on in the midnight ball of the young. They don’t seem to grow old, but grow up, yes. Adolescent at the age of sixty. And many amonst the grey hairs are bibliophiles, busy in biblotherapy. Lliterature of man’s lamb white days has never failed to appeal to all age tags. Besides give the devil his due. Hitler’s private library had a collection 16000 books. He ranked Robinson Crusoe, Uncle Tom’s cabin and Gulliver’s travels as high water marks of world literature.
Gone are days of story telling. Love of story-telling is human nature, sitting around watch fires; amidst forest clearings beguiling the evening hours retailing yarns of big game hunting of Corbett or the Maharaja of Coochbehar’s thirty years of game chasing. My granfather’s diary about of forest excursions riding his favourite elephant (Gangaprasad) driven by Maulabux along with the white magistracy of the day is family legend. The beast was temperamental, he seemed to be cast in such a role as “born free”. In the war times the beast had been commissioned by the Raj to carry logs. The war was over but he was not aware whether hostilities had ceased. He used to sassay majestically through the forest shouldering grandpa and his guests followed by others of his species pall- bearing from behind. Grandpa was about that time learning a smattering of English in the company with the British. But he mistimed and did English to the beast, not once but annoyingly thrice. That miffed the animal, he shrugged his master off the shoulder flooring him. Ever since then grandpa hung up his boots, the hunting gears and the guns like a lame duck zamindar contemplating his navel, and scripting a diary about his smooth jog trot in life that was, now over.
…The voice of the rairoad journey, Goaland Express hurtling through the country side , cinder-scented from the coal engine, babble of grinding wheels and shuddering window frames , whistling and hooting, painting the blue sky in dark puff-clouds was the story of the rural sites of Jessore and Nishchindipur in our salad days. I am Apu the wide-eyed boy.
Literature would miss a lot without a risky gamble of a boy writing an indiscreet letter of romantic crap to to a girl that he is willing to to turn into a soccer ball so that she could kick him around. Then sign himself “hastily yours”… on a soap paper. A lucky sunshine glistened on the girl’s skin. For all one knows the lass would be as unappreciating as a duck would shake away champagne from its back.This was part of growing up. And cozying in with whodunnit stories about identity of murderers on a Sunday afternoon while monsoon rained outside was a no-exit world of engagement.
Today the environment has changed.There is hardly a green swath left where the air kisses. And no more reading aloud amongst family members. (The trend is moving over to listening to audio books). Reading with one’s lungs and diaphragm, with tongue and lips makes for a seductive tenderness. Bed time stories used to be the breath and soul of grandma of rumbustious kids. She opened many a door to her little pests.
But our salad days were short of being long. Suddenly my plans were snooker-shot into disarray. The wisdom sack on my little back on way to school became a gag. I crashed out from childhoot gate, and in fulness of time launched on course to becoming a characteristic Indian with an argumentative pinch of snuff.
It is an adult’s loss and separation from the wonderful intimations of immortality,so natural to the child.
Good wishes for many merry stories for Joydhak.
Sujoy Roy

JOydhak new web issue published

জয়ঢাকের ষষ্ঠ ইনটারনেট সংখ্যা প্রকাশিত হল। আশা করি বরষা সংখ্যাটি  ভালো  লাগবে সকলের।

এই ঠিকানাতে দেখুনঃ

www.joydhak.com

The sixth internet issue of Joydhak has been uploaded now.

Hope everybody will like this issue. Click this link to read the new issue:

www.joydhak.com

Does dark include truth as well?

That was Mr. P.K. Mukherjee's question in response to Joydhk's question on what should be the content of children's literature.
As Joydhak does not have enough vocabulary to give a conclusive definition of "Dark" in this context, we shall try to elucidate with an example:

Let us consider the recently published news of a sex maniac monster and his daughter in the dungeon for more than two decades. Its a truth. Its reality. Its dark. That is Joydhak's perception of "dark" so far as children's literature is concerned. That is what Joydhak denies to dish out to children.

Other bangla kiddywebmags

The first ever Bangla literary content for children was posted in the web by the webmag Parabaas followed by Banglalive. However, these are not full blown children's magazines. Children's content come in addition to other non-children content in these webmags.
But they re real good. Have a look at these mags at
www.banglalive.com/kids
www.parabaas.com

Joydhak debate on content of children literature

Do you feel children's literature should include hints of the darker realities of the modern day? Do the adult writers have a right to spill their agonies on their young readers through their writings? Or shall we share only our brighter thoughts with children? Your Comments?

Joydhak has got company

Good news! Joydhak has got company. A new Bangla children's

Webmag has taken entry. Its available at http://ichchhamoti.org

Its a beautiful magazine. And tastes different from Joydhak!

When we started our Journey in the net in March 2008,

Joydhak was the only full blown Bangla children's magazine

in the web. We were feeling alone. No more of that loneliness, Here's the first of our many would be companions. We hope that soon the net will buzz with children's activities. This is just the Beginig.

Enjoy the new entrant'soffering. visit Ichchamoti.

Joydhak - The Bengali Quarterly Magazine for Teens, Youth and Young Adults - 5th Issue

 

The 5th issue of JOYDHAK internet magazine (Bangla Webzine / eZine) has been published - available online at www.joydhak.com. JOYDHAK is a Bengali quarterly webzine oriented towards pre-teens, teens and the youth.Joydhak - The Bengali Quarterly Magazine for Teens, Youth and Young Adults - 5th Issue, Mar 2009

You should read the whole article.

How Joydhak came to be

When the three friends were schoolkids, the famous Baantul the great of Shuktara magazine used to read a newspaper called doinik Joydhak. Once the three frinds had written a postcard to the Magazine office informing to the effect that they wanted to be members of this Joydhak newspaper that is always read by their hero Baantul. The Magazine authorities however did not respond. Possibly the letter never reached their office. But after a long wait of almost six months the kids were heartbroken at this non-response. Together they promisd to themselves tat they would create their own Joydhak when they grow up. It took 25 long years for them to fulfil that promise made to theselves. The children's magazin Joydhak started its Journey in hard copy from College street in 2000.

The web version began from 2008 March.  The fifth issue has been recently uploaded at www.joydhak.com