A few days ago, several people were frequenting my work place
and there was a burst of activities. Some forest officials were marking the
teak trees for felling around our campus while some people dressed in uniform
with NRDCL logo printed on their breast pockets moved around with some Indian
labourers in tow. After the marking was over, a few people marched in with
their chain saw and started felling the trees behind our academic buildings
which disturbed our normal routine due to the noise produced while the machine got
operated. The children gave a restless look in the assembly and the classes
were no better. The trend continued for two days and on the third day I saw a
commotion during the interval. On inquiring I came to know that there was a
huge elephant in our campus.
A student came running and shouted “Madam, elephant near our class”.
The giant elephant was getting a really good audience before it
began its work. Yes! The elephant had been brought to load the huge logs into the
truck to be transported to the auction yard and it was right behind my
classroom.
The students got excited and wanted to draw it for their English
lesson (I was teaching them about animals of Bhutan). I gave them a green signal
and they got busy with their drawing and colouring their art piece while adding
a few sentences underneath their art. On monitoring the class, I saw a girl
drawing the elephant with a rider holding a huge stick. She went on to explain
how she was the man hitting the elephant while making it drag huge logs. She added
“If I were the elephant, I would have used my trunk to throw the man off my
back. He is a bad man”. I further asked her to explain her reasons for calling
the man a bad person and she went on to explain that a group of students saw
the man hitting the elephant with a huge stick with a sharp metal point at the
end of the stick when the elephant slowed down while pulling the logs the
previous day.
Such a small child with a compassionate heart made my face beam
with pride because, even in the meddles that adults cause with the nature, there
is a hope for our children. In our mad rush of modernization not everything is
lost. A child who shows compassion to an animal at her tender age shows hope
for the coming generation.
Seeing live elephant was one thing but encountering snake is
another. I was still continuing with the animal topic when a colleague teaching
the next class rushed into my class. She asked me to look behind my class. I couldn’t
comprehend her word and strained my ears to listen (the children in the
classroom were busy with their group discussion adding blare to the noise produced
by the fans rotating from the ceilings).
She spelled the word to me again “s-n-a-k-e”.
“Oga ya?” I shouted and she pointed at the window behind my chair.
I looked out
and saw a slippery slimy creature slithering through the drain at a leisurely
pace. My hair stood at its end because nothing frightens me more than the
creature. I rushed out and called the principal who was walking behind the
building checking on the saplings that we had planted during the Social
forestry day. As soon as I pronounced the word, I saw him rushing towards the
other direction which amused me. I never realized that I was not the only
person who dreaded the slippery creature. A six foot tall person who administered
the school with an iron grip was no better than me when it came to combating a
slithering creature. My students were much braver than us. They stood in line
near the window and observed the snake outside discussing its colour, length
and movement and what not.
Later on the students ended up drawing the snake and writing
some sentences about it too. :)
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