"History"
However calm I might seem on the outside after hearing this word, it
is not the same inside. My inside wants to take my outside and run
away with it as fast as it can.
I was never good at history. I never liked it. Both are the causes,
both are the effects. I do realise there is not any fault in the
subject itself. But I am not bad at learning either. Back then in
school, it was all about cramming up dates, about battles, about who
got killed by whom. Though I have a good memory, I remember birthdays
- everyone's birthdays! I could not remember all those dates. I just
could not.
I also encountered very amusing history teachers. But let me not get into that.
I neglected the subject. So on one hand where I was scoring really
well in other subjects, I was disappointed by history. Every time.
(Back then, it was also about scoring well. MARKS. You studied for
marks! What else could you study for? They are a tangible proof of
what you managed to stuff in your head, aren't they?)
School ended. I gave out a sigh of relief. I could bid goodbye to it,
I thought.
NO.
Although I was free not to choose history as my discipline subject in
college, it won't just leave me alone. It would creep in other
subjects from time to time, especially in political science. (My
experiences with political science is yet another story). I would
cringe, hold my breath and just hope that the history part ends soon
and no question is asked, and no question is asked from me!
Did History leave me after college?
HAHA! NO!
Because, civils ki coaching!
But, the teachers here were more bearable than those I encountered on
school. The modern Indian history class was more like a stand up
comedy show, replete with not so appropriate jokes. I laughed at some,
rolled my eyes at the others. In the end, I don't remember anything
from those classes!
Ancient and medieval India classes are a bit better. I've come to like
them. My mind makes the classes interesting for me. For example :
*One not so fine cold day, I was sitting in a corner of my room,
inside a shawl-fort I made for myself (like people in mature Harappan
age started fortifying their cities). But the cold weather (Aryans),
with the help of their divine force - the cold wind ( Purandar, a name
for Indra, translated as fort breaker ) managed to get past the fort!
(-_-)
* "Ye hain tere karam, kabhi khushi kabhi gham" summarises the Jain
philosophy pretty well.
* Dhananand was Sardar Khan, Chandragupt Maurya was Definite and
Kautilya was Definite's mother! #GangsOfWasseypur
* This new song from the movie Roy? "Sooraj dooba hai"... Charawak
philosophy meets bollywood!
(These are the most ridiculous ways to remember history, but are
effective and help me endure the history classes!)
Also, the more lectures I heard, the better I could see the nexus between
politics and religion & the latter being used as a tool to control the
subject, since time immemorial - the more my faith wore off.
But I could not sit for the world history classes. I just could not!
So I decided to put the time to better use. Hehe.
Hence, this subject that I dreaded, I learnt how to enjoy it and laugh
along ( and when to run away, when it was ok not to go through it and
act strong!)
However calm I might seem on the outside after hearing this word, it
is not the same inside. My inside wants to take my outside and run
away with it as fast as it can.
I was never good at history. I never liked it. Both are the causes,
both are the effects. I do realise there is not any fault in the
subject itself. But I am not bad at learning either. Back then in
school, it was all about cramming up dates, about battles, about who
got killed by whom. Though I have a good memory, I remember birthdays
- everyone's birthdays! I could not remember all those dates. I just
could not.
I also encountered very amusing history teachers. But let me not get into that.
I neglected the subject. So on one hand where I was scoring really
well in other subjects, I was disappointed by history. Every time.
(Back then, it was also about scoring well. MARKS. You studied for
marks! What else could you study for? They are a tangible proof of
what you managed to stuff in your head, aren't they?)
School ended. I gave out a sigh of relief. I could bid goodbye to it,
I thought.
NO.
Although I was free not to choose history as my discipline subject in
college, it won't just leave me alone. It would creep in other
subjects from time to time, especially in political science. (My
experiences with political science is yet another story). I would
cringe, hold my breath and just hope that the history part ends soon
and no question is asked, and no question is asked from me!
Did History leave me after college?
HAHA! NO!
Because, civils ki coaching!
But, the teachers here were more bearable than those I encountered on
school. The modern Indian history class was more like a stand up
comedy show, replete with not so appropriate jokes. I laughed at some,
rolled my eyes at the others. In the end, I don't remember anything
from those classes!
Ancient and medieval India classes are a bit better. I've come to like
them. My mind makes the classes interesting for me. For example :
*One not so fine cold day, I was sitting in a corner of my room,
inside a shawl-fort I made for myself (like people in mature Harappan
age started fortifying their cities). But the cold weather (Aryans),
with the help of their divine force - the cold wind ( Purandar, a name
for Indra, translated as fort breaker ) managed to get past the fort!
(-_-)
* "Ye hain tere karam, kabhi khushi kabhi gham" summarises the Jain
philosophy pretty well.
* Dhananand was Sardar Khan, Chandragupt Maurya was Definite and
Kautilya was Definite's mother! #GangsOfWasseypur
* This new song from the movie Roy? "Sooraj dooba hai"... Charawak
philosophy meets bollywood!
(These are the most ridiculous ways to remember history, but are
effective and help me endure the history classes!)
Also, the more lectures I heard, the better I could see the nexus between
politics and religion & the latter being used as a tool to control the
subject, since time immemorial - the more my faith wore off.
But I could not sit for the world history classes. I just could not!
So I decided to put the time to better use. Hehe.
Hence, this subject that I dreaded, I learnt how to enjoy it and laugh
along ( and when to run away, when it was ok not to go through it and
act strong!)
in 6th it was kuril sir,in 7th jagan mam was there, from 8th to 9th sonekar sir and finally neelima mam
ReplyDeleteremembering the old sst classes which i never liked,,,i would have failed if my father was not there to help me,,he would explain all the things like a movie is being played.
back then,i dont like sst,,but after 12th, i dont know what has happened to me,i like all these subjects(political science,history and of course public administration),,,i just read them for fun knowing that they are not going to help me
tu bahut accha likhti hai yaar,,,
to part 3 kab aa raha hai?
Yaar Sonekar Sir ki to yaad bhi mat dilao! My experience of such teachers continued till 12th class!
DeleteThank you :)
The third part will probably come in March :P