Classroom without borders: Dancing to the tune of fun and learning
Who doesn’t want a break from the mundane and monotonous activities of life? This helps you recharge your batteries for taking up professional and personal challenges with renewed vigour. It is this in view that the department of Journalism and Mass Communication (JMC) organized an educational-cum-recreational trip to Chail-Kufri-Shima-Chandigarh for all its students, faculty and staff from November 13, 2008 to November 17, 2008.
From pony ride to getting snaps with live python held around the neck (with its mouth tied), from waist-breaking, at times floor-breaking, dance to being at their creative best in doing mishchiefs, delaying the bus while trying to have the best make-up, inventing dozens of ways of preferring junk food over the normal, writing excellent poems and stories to plagiarizing, hiding in the vast expanse of the Chandigarh Rock Gardens to getting a chance to touch and get touched on the merry-go-rounds, keeping awake through the night to interviewing those who ( the poor fellows!) had gone into deep slumber---- they had it all.
For the accompanying teachers it was a cocktail of nightmare and fun. Nightmare because they had to deal with a classroom beyond the precincts of the campus, out in the hills and mountains under the sky, in the sun, and the shivering cold. No rules in operation. In fact, the only rule was “no classroom tactics, please!” Yes, it was a fun learning with students telling you how best to teach, communicate, love, be loved, enjoy, fight without ill will, and what have you!
But the best was yet to come. Lo it did! It was at the Indian Institute of Advanced Studies, Shimla that each one of the group whispered: Wow! what a grand building with equally grand academic achievements and majestic surroundings! Yes, earlier this building housed the India’s President’s entourage during his summer visits. It was here that the group saw the photographs of the meetings that changed the course of Indian history forever: what’s and how’s of dividing India into India and Pakistan.
The return journey to Delhi witnessed a night out at a roadside restaurant-cum-dhaba till 2 am. Everybody dancing to the tune of her inner music that also had supporting casts from shops nearby.
From the very next day, it would be classes and writing for the travel newsletter based on the trip. For another three weeks or so, the faculty and students were in for another trip to Chail-Kufri-Shimla-Chandigarh. But this time, it was down the memory lane. Amen.
From pony ride to getting snaps with live python held around the neck (with its mouth tied), from waist-breaking, at times floor-breaking, dance to being at their creative best in doing mishchiefs, delaying the bus while trying to have the best make-up, inventing dozens of ways of preferring junk food over the normal, writing excellent poems and stories to plagiarizing, hiding in the vast expanse of the Chandigarh Rock Gardens to getting a chance to touch and get touched on the merry-go-rounds, keeping awake through the night to interviewing those who ( the poor fellows!) had gone into deep slumber---- they had it all.
For the accompanying teachers it was a cocktail of nightmare and fun. Nightmare because they had to deal with a classroom beyond the precincts of the campus, out in the hills and mountains under the sky, in the sun, and the shivering cold. No rules in operation. In fact, the only rule was “no classroom tactics, please!” Yes, it was a fun learning with students telling you how best to teach, communicate, love, be loved, enjoy, fight without ill will, and what have you!
But the best was yet to come. Lo it did! It was at the Indian Institute of Advanced Studies, Shimla that each one of the group whispered: Wow! what a grand building with equally grand academic achievements and majestic surroundings! Yes, earlier this building housed the India’s President’s entourage during his summer visits. It was here that the group saw the photographs of the meetings that changed the course of Indian history forever: what’s and how’s of dividing India into India and Pakistan.
The return journey to Delhi witnessed a night out at a roadside restaurant-cum-dhaba till 2 am. Everybody dancing to the tune of her inner music that also had supporting casts from shops nearby.
From the very next day, it would be classes and writing for the travel newsletter based on the trip. For another three weeks or so, the faculty and students were in for another trip to Chail-Kufri-Shimla-Chandigarh. But this time, it was down the memory lane. Amen.
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