Recently, I found a book on the bookstore stand. i flicked through the pages of the book which dictates ways to better educate neglected Tamil children.
Looking at the author’s name at the back page i wanted to roll and laugh.
This person who was preaching this and that doesn’t practice what he preaches. I remember this person as someone who terrorizes the classroom.
Children take leave and refused to attend this particular teacher’s class.
The abuse that one person caused to the many children is horror. Smashing faces onto the wall. Knocking heads onto the table.
The verbal abuse sprayed itself speaks volumes on the specs character.
A voice from within chimed mercy, child. Think no malice. Practice good. I put the book back and walked towards my car.
If i have a voice in the ministry, I would abolish the system created for the Tamil schools.
I don't wish to quote the hindrances and measures needed to be taken as I've already written two articles based on these woes.
There are simply too many hurdles to face which cause hindrances for Tamil children. I would prefer to have a Malaysian school where my children grow as Malaysians.
It doesn't matter if some label me as a betrayer of my race. I'm on my own salvaging Tamil children contaminated by the so called saviors of the community.
I have my own regime of 25 children whom i groom and raise to excellence.
Today we are cleaning lice infected hair. I would prefer to trim long sticky tangles and make them more manageable but culture declines my approach.
Teaching these kids cleanliness, to wash and cleanse methodically and watching them walking with heads held high with newer confidence, smelling good, looking cool, is the best price one can strike.
It's a step by step approach. Every discovery is a learning process for my children. They discover how it feels to smell good. They realise the beauty of looking majestic and neat.
Most importantly they just realized how it feels to be confident.
It's going to be a continual process. Children will come and go after a metamorphic experience, like a caterpillar emerging as a butterfly.
I recently made a promise to a headmaster in a school in Allappiddy, Jaffna that i will come back soon to teach children there.
I intend to do more from Allappiddy, to Calcutta, which has been my very first dream.
There have been many transformations. I've lost count of the many children I've met but i know my journey is still a long one.
Looking at the author’s name at the back page i wanted to roll and laugh.
This person who was preaching this and that doesn’t practice what he preaches. I remember this person as someone who terrorizes the classroom.
Children take leave and refused to attend this particular teacher’s class.
The abuse that one person caused to the many children is horror. Smashing faces onto the wall. Knocking heads onto the table.
The verbal abuse sprayed itself speaks volumes on the specs character.
A voice from within chimed mercy, child. Think no malice. Practice good. I put the book back and walked towards my car.
If i have a voice in the ministry, I would abolish the system created for the Tamil schools.
I don't wish to quote the hindrances and measures needed to be taken as I've already written two articles based on these woes.
There are simply too many hurdles to face which cause hindrances for Tamil children. I would prefer to have a Malaysian school where my children grow as Malaysians.
It doesn't matter if some label me as a betrayer of my race. I'm on my own salvaging Tamil children contaminated by the so called saviors of the community.
I have my own regime of 25 children whom i groom and raise to excellence.
Today we are cleaning lice infected hair. I would prefer to trim long sticky tangles and make them more manageable but culture declines my approach.
Teaching these kids cleanliness, to wash and cleanse methodically and watching them walking with heads held high with newer confidence, smelling good, looking cool, is the best price one can strike.
It's a step by step approach. Every discovery is a learning process for my children. They discover how it feels to smell good. They realise the beauty of looking majestic and neat.
Most importantly they just realized how it feels to be confident.
It's going to be a continual process. Children will come and go after a metamorphic experience, like a caterpillar emerging as a butterfly.
I recently made a promise to a headmaster in a school in Allappiddy, Jaffna that i will come back soon to teach children there.
I intend to do more from Allappiddy, to Calcutta, which has been my very first dream.
There have been many transformations. I've lost count of the many children I've met but i know my journey is still a long one.
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