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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Remembering My Teachers With Love




I was a fierce person from my childhood, or precisely I was a fiercer person in my childhood then I am now. On teachers day  I am sharing an incident, from my childhood which looked normal to me back then. Anyway thinking of it now, I feel, I really achieved something to be proud of and also be proud of my teachers who did not push my argument aside. May be, it sowed seeds for a lot of confidence to develop in me in later life.
My Mom was an extravagant person. As a result; though my Dad had fairly good income, she could not plan the budget the right way. She ended up leaving out some necessary things not attended to or spent upon. Food was the main agenda on her budget and we could never starve. Once we were stuffed to the full; she would look into other things. If children would make more demands then she would get it for them by hook or crook. Sadly, in all this love and care, the electric bill, our school fees and other such necessary payments remained to be paid. Once, my monthly school tuition fee was not paid for 8 months. Our convent had provision for free education of poor students, but I did not fall under that category. My dad worked in Joy Ice Creams Factory, which was located just opposite my school and his income was good enough.
There were few very rich students in our school, as well as poor students who fell under the category of free education. These children had no problem. Then there were the in between students like me, who had to struggle to pay the monthly fees. So, by the end of 8 months time, Mother Superior lost her patience. She called upon the class teachers to send all the students who had not paid their fees to be made to kneel down near her office until she comes over there to punish them. There were 19 students in all, two among them being me and my sister.
 I always enjoyed something different from routine life. Initially it was fun being led out of class room and being made to kneel down near the office. I was small and this did not mean an insult at that stage. Those feelings come over only when we are adolescents. Within a few minutes my knee started to hurt very badly. It was fun no more. In no time my mind started to wonder why I had to suffer the pain. What wrong had I done? I was a studious student in lower primary school, who did all the work allocated to me. I could not kneel down for long and so I stood up.
Everyone gave me the look described by Charles Dickens when Oliver asked for more porridge. No one had ever gone against the orders given by the school so far. My sister gave me ‘the look’ and indicated I kneel down quickly before anyone saw me. I shook my head and refused. All students were aghast. I saw a teacher rushing towards us. Mother Superior was walking from the convent house with a big cane. There was fear in me but I was not going to surrender to fear. I knew deep in my heart that I was right and I did not deserve the punishment. The teacher lifted up the stick and whispered harshly for me to kneel down before Mother Superior came.
I replied, “Miss, what wrong have I done?”
The teacher replied angrily. “You have not paid fees for past eight months”.
I did not understand how this was my fault. So I replied again, “My parents haven’t given me the fees, how should I pay it?”
The teacher was confused. She was losing her temper too. She hit me on the back and said, “I don’t know about it. You should pay the fees if you are to study here. Now kneel down”.
I was angry that she hit me. Now I replied loudly, “I will not kneel down. My knee hurts and I don’t like pain”.
By then the three nuns; Sister Claudia, Sister Lawrence and Sister Fatima had reached over to the place. They were not used to arguments and were kind of shocked to see a little girl answering back. Sister Fatima was the kindest one and Mother superior Claudia was the toughest. 
Sister Claudia: What is going on? What is the problem with you girl. Aaahhh it is you Farila! Now whose hair are we going to pull?
Her first encounter with me had been a tough one too. I had insisted that she pull the hair of the boy who had pulled my hair and in the process had praised him highly without realizing it.
I was quite embarrassed with the mention of the incident, but nevertheless, I wasn’t going to back up now.
Me: I am being punished for no fault of mine. I do my homework regularly, take part in activities, come to school on time and follow all the rules. Why am I being punished?
Sister Claudia: Girl, you have not paid the fees.
Me: Not me Ma’am, it is the fault of my parents. If you punish me they will not pay the fees. The stones are pricking my knee, not theirs. Make them kneel here ma’am because it is their fault. When their knees will hurt, they will learn their lessons. Beating me or making me kneel down is not going to change things.
(off course the above conversation happened in much simpler and broken English which I cannot repeat exactly because I have lost touch with that language).
The teacher lifted her stick once again as she was very upset, that I was arguing with mother superior. Fortunately, Sister Fatima intervened and took my side. She said there was a point in what I was saying. It was actually wrong to punish children for no fault of theirs. Sister Lawrence looked confused, though she agreed with Sister Fatima, she said that something had to be done about children not paying the fees. The three nuns stood there and had a small discussion which we could not hear. I did not look at my sister as I could almost feel her stare piercing my skin. Finally the nuns ended their discussion. They decided the children should be sent back home and not permitted to attend classes until the fees was cleared.
It all happened there and then. The rule of punishing the students for not paying the fees was changed. Mother Superior asked all of us to pick up our bags and go to our classes. She said we will not be allowed to attend classes if we did not bring our fees the next day. That did not go down smoothly with me. So I tried to talk to her again.
Me: But Ma’am, I want to study and I don’t want to miss my classes.
Sister Claudia: Oh no! Not again Farila. You have to learn to end things. This is final. One more word from you, I will make you kneel down and hold you down there myself.
Now I was scared and shut my mouth. Inside, my heart was telling me that it was wrong to stop a good student from attending classes for their parents fault but I did not dare to argue anymore.
I have great respect for my teachers who had patience to look and listen to what a poor girl was saying. Back then it did not mean much to me, but today I think of them with great respect, hold them very high in my thoughts and look up to them for inspiration.


Later in life when I saw the children (not my son) being beaten for not paying the fees in my son’s school, I could not bear but intervene. The H.M. there said the owners have made the rule and she is helpless. I pursued the matter for quite some time but did not see the change. That shows the greatness of my own teachers.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Sometimes It All Looks So Unreal... Like A Movie

The fight was real though and here I am today.. living my dream life.



Monday, April 10, 2017

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Help Your Child Perform Better In Board Exams

In today’s competitive world, acing board exams is one of the ways children can ensure a financially secure future for themselves. Apart from being a good method of gauging what students have learned in the school, board exams also help students successful study skills, learn to correct their errors, develop the habit of practice and preparation for success, and also learn to handle the stress of competition in a healthy way. Though teachers are there to help the students understand subjects and learn and recall the information to write the exam successfully, parents can contribute a lot to the success of the child in board exams with their support.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Should You Be The Best Mommy or The Best Friend?

Parents can be friendly with their child, but they cannot treat their children as best friends, at least not until a certain age. We cannot become best friends of our children at the cost of our functioning as parent, guide, caretaker and disciplinarian in our children’s life.


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Thursday, January 26, 2017

BREAST CANCER AWARENESS PROGRAM


HCG, India’s largest provider of cancer care is at the forefront of the battle against cancer. In association with JD Institute of Fashion Technology, Bangalore, HCG organized a ‘Breast Cancer Awareness’ Program to celebrate the spirit of Pinktober. Dr.Nalini Rao, an Oncologist and Ms.Farida Rizwan, a breast cancer survivor embraced the event with their informational and inspirational talk.










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Friday, January 20, 2017

YourStory Covers My Story




Mother, counsellor, gamer…Farida Rizwan wears many hats with panache. But there’s a queen-sized crown she wears, and that’s of a survivor. She is the fourth member of her family to be diagnosed with cancer. Her father was afflicted in 1992, her sister in 1994, and her own diagnosis happened in 1996. Her mother succumbed to breast cancer 10 years later, in 2006.

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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Let Us Kill Cancer #SelfV2016

Hi, I am Farida. I have survived 3rd stage infiltrating breast cancer for more than 2 decades now. I was diagnosed when I was breast feeding my 11 month old baby girl whose diagnosis of being with Brain Atrophy had left me stunned just 9 months prior to my diagnosis.

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