Maidan

Two or three times a week all the boarders at the school go to the large field known as the Maidan to play sport. The Maidan was originally created by the British (typically, by flattening a village) to be a parade ground. It is now a huge public park where dozens of sports teams come to practice. Known as "the lungs of Kolkata", it is an refuge in the middle of one of the noisiest and busiest and dirtiest cities in the world.

I have also heard it described as Kolkata's answer to Hyde Park, which is very misleading. The ground is uneven and the grass is often thick. Hockey balls get lost and girls swipe at them in desperation like farmers swinging scythes. Warm up jogs are interrupted by finding yourself shin deep in mud. What makes up for this is training in sight of the Victoria Memorial.

The best thing about going there is the bus journey. Think of 60 Indian kids crammed into in a 30 seated bus. Add loud Hindi music that they sing along to. Don't forget that you are driving through central Kolkata - rickshaws, prostitutes, taxis, cows. Then imagine that on the way back, all the kids muddy and sweaty, jumping off at various points. On Saturday I hung out the side door on the way back. Everyone on the street was staring at me - a white man hanging out of a bus full of singing children seems to be odd even by Kolkatas standards. It was awesome.

Pictures below. I'm going to the mangrove swamp on Tuesday, hoping to see a tiger. Back Thursday.

Lessons

Teachers have a very old fashioned style here.

When I teach, my thought is nearly always from the pupil's perspective. You tailor the lesson towards who, what and even when you are teaching. This is not to say that individual teachers do not have their own individual style and methods they prefer, but simply that the pupils relationship to the lesson is seen as fundamental to the whole exercise.

Lessons, then, need to be planned and thought through. I have been trying very hard to communicated this idea to the teacher who I am working with here. He cannot see beyond the content. Lessons have no start, no end, no variation and no rhythm. It is just content relayed through speech.

Some teachers can carry this off succesfully. But these teachers, while not proactive planners, are excellent reactors.  It takes a large amount of natural intuition (often disguised experience). But what they are doing is still fundamentally similar - responding to the signals from pupils about how the lesson is going.

I have tried both explaining this idea and demonstrating it to the teacher through my own teaching. I have made sure I taught content from the Indian textbook, to emphasise this is something he can do himself to improve his own teaching. So far, he has not seen it.

A common trait amongst Indians, unfortunately, is stubborn solipsism. This harms the application of this model in two ways. Firstly, a lack of empathy with the learner. Secondly, a resistance to learner oriented teaching as an idea.

I don't pretend to know even 10% of what there is to know about teaching. But I know too well what a bored and understimulated bunch of kids looks like, and his classes were that. Until he starts to see that as his challenge, rather than their deficiency, it will stay that way.

Apologies for something not so much about Kolkata but it has been something I have been thinking about.

Teaching

I have started teaching again this week following last week's holiday time. I'm teaching a year 12 and a year 13 class, although I haven't yet started teaching the year 13 yet because I teach them on Friday's and Friday is Id, so the school is on holiday AGAIN.

Teaching is quite frustrating here for a number of reasons:

1. The language barrier, which is often more to do with me understanding what the kids are saying rather than anything else

2. The organisation. I thought I was going to teach a lesson today to a full class. In the end there were only two for most of it because the others were in house meetings for organising house plays. During lesson time. I didn't realise/wasn't told that this would be the case. It would be impossible to come up with a practical scheme of work here. I know this sounds pathetically like just whinging "it's no Rugby!" but it just makes it difficult to make a big difference in a short period of time.

3. The content. The teacher who I'm shadowing/trying to help is quite pressured about exams so I'm trying to stick to the course content. But the actual knowledge they need is ridiculous. There's very little thought required, and learning word by word definitions is infinitely more rewarding in terms of work than any genuine understanding.

So it's enjoyable when I do it. But it's hard to really gain too much satisfaction from it.

Have a photo of a bloke with goats:

Good morning

I'm sure that you all will be astonished to hear that I got up at 5am this morning to go to a flower market. By the time that I got there at 6am it was already winding down but as you can see from the photo below it was still busy by any normal standards. Kolkata is wonderfully quiet in the early morning, with most taxi drivers still getting their night's sleep on the top of their vehicles. From then until 7.30 the city gradually woke up as the parked up cars and trucks left their resting places and took to the roads, street sellers put out their wares and beggars took to the increasingly busy crossroads.

The flower market was an intense sensory experience, but, as is rare in Kolkata, a pleasant one. The sweet nectary smell even took over the usual smells of decay.

The flowers are sold mostly for the temples but also for housekeepers of rich properties and to be sold on by other sellers. I didn't buy any.

I then decided to take advantage of the lack of crowds and walk down to BBC Bagh, a square dominated by 18th century colonial buildings. It used to be called Dalhousie Square but was renamed after the three men who (unsuccessfully) try to kill the British Governor Lord Dalhousie. Kolkata has periodically indulged in renaming squares and roads which is very confusing when looking at a map and even worse when trying to explain to taxi drivers.

In the middle of BBD Bagh is a small 'tank' of water. This, like every spot of water in Kolkata, is primarily used for bathing and washing clothes. As I had stood looking out over a ghat (a jetty near a temple uses for burning bodies that are then released into the river) at the flower market earlier that morning, the mother of another volunteer said that she didn't think they used the riverside space in Kolkata very well, presumably thinking of pleasant docklands apartments like Annie and Dan used to have. I disagreed strongly. A window just uses it for a view. In Kolkata the Hooghly is used for birth, death and every bodily function in between.

Besides, who wants to look at the Hooghly? It's worse than the Thames!

Flower market, tank and ghat below

Traffic

The first thing about road traffic here is the huge variety of different vehicles which occupy the road. You have your standard rich person's car; shiny, air conditioned and quick. You have your taxi, which is invariably the bright yellow Hindustan Ambassador, which date from the 1950s. The autorickshaw, little three wheeled green and yellow things which go up and down specific roads. Bicycles, mostly with only one gear, carrying loads of fruit or multiple people or both. Motorcycles and mopeds which squeeze into tiny gaps. Flat bed trucks taking twenty people to a specific building sight. The busses, tiny, cramped and insufferably humid.

And finally, Kolkata's trademark, the human rickshaw, pretty much a front pulled carriage carrying carrying goods or offensively self indulgent human beings. The rickshaw pullers also function as the city's drug dealers around back packer areas. I see very few of these around where I live, as they tend to congregate around tourist areas.

You see quite a few signs saying 'follow the rules of traffic'. As far as I can tell, these are:

Beep loudly and all the time,

Don't run a red light (unless you really want to) ,

Don't go the wrong way down a one way road (unless you want to)

Beep loudly and all the time,

Undertaking is encouraged

Seat belts are for cowards

Wing mirrors should at worst not be used and at best not exist

Beep loudly and all the time

Here's some taxis and a human rickshaw