The place was dimly lit yet it bustled with the vigour and zest of an ongoing festival . The little wooden door was left ajar and onlookers could catch a glimpse of the cozy atmosphere inside as they bustled around with their daily chores .

The place reminded little Prithu of an old weary looking shack , yet he couldn't contain his curiosity to know what lay behind those rustic walls.

Prithu lived with his family in a small one bedroom apartment across this misty looking cottage. He'd never stepped foot in it , rather none of his family had . Despite having a dreary look , he'd heard that the place held some treasures that his clan couldn't buy .

Nevertheless for the past twelve years , he'd always held a fascination for those sundry people that visited it . He wondered, what was it after all that so many people who looked so different found in this place ? Indian men with their lovely dressed ladies wearing classy attire , young boys and girls who seemed to have given their college a miss, unknown foreigners known in his local community as 'hippies' having strange drawings all over their bodies ...and many more fascinating people , he'd been witness to all, entering this tumbledown place . They all looked so smug and often came out carrying big brown bags , which he thought contained savouries from some strange land .

That evening Prithu’s father scurried into the house babbling with excitement. In a flurry he narrated to Prithu how he'd managed to get a job in the little shack in the opposite lane . Finally , thought Prithu , he'd know what happens in there . The innocent concerns of twelve years of his life would find their answers in a jiffy, after all appu would tell him, exciting stories of the place he thought of everyday , maybe if he was a good boy , he'd get to take a glance at what was inside ...

It was time for appu to leave and Prithu blissfully slipped back into his reverie with even more excitement than before , for now he'd soon be a part of it .

At around seven in the evening , a deafening roar awakened the lazy neighbourhood around the shack . Prithu ran out as fast as he could to see what the sudden pandemonium was about .

People everywhere , lying around , crying in desperation , lots of men in uniforms , flashlights had gathered around his mystery shack. The smoke shrouded his eye sight and Prithu became a part of the deadly inferno.

The chant of 'German Bakery has been bombed' echoed all night long . At last , he knew ….

A week ago, I was sitting on the last bench of an extremely boring lecture in class. The teacher was trying her best to teach a management subject, but due to her poor linguistic skills fell short of conveying her point . Then , she posed a question to us , 'Do you never understand what I teach because I'm getting a miserable response, let me know, so then I can change my style' ...

Well, any third person would feel sorry for this dame and label us as a ruthless and indisciplined mob, who care a hoot for a teacher . There's a young lady trying to communicate and we, stand like a united unyielding barrier who just won't relent .

Delving deeper into the issue, the issue I want to raise here is that, we go to college to learn and learning needs to be holistic. How is a class in which a teacher comes into class, displays a few slides, speaks a few sentences in broken english, be remotely interesting .

When such a monotonous class is on, I always put myself in the teacher's shoes and ponder about how I'd teach .. and I somehow find innumerable ways to make the class interesting - a few being discussions, real life situations enacted , a few videos , examples from the current scenario ...

Try and talk about or explain something that students will relate to. Give them something to think about and get practical !!I mean , what use is a bunch of theoretical conclusions if you just can't apply them to life ?

Alas , when she gave me a chance to convey all of this to her , I didn't . Why ? Well, because it would've made no difference . In an ideal world , we would be taught that way and she wouldn't be the one teaching us , it'd be someone who knew the language, someone who didn't just read it off a book , someone who exploited their resources to no end(internet), someone who actually cared enough ......and we are spectators to this method of teaching have slowly started losing hope in our educational institutions .