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Detailed stories on technology startups, business and economic current affairs.
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To be a teacher means being open to learning all the time. To stand upon the desk and stay in touch with my inner student. To make mistakes and get used to being humbled.
Editor's note: A scene from an endless, hot summer afternoon in my childhood has stayed with me through the decades. My younger brother and I were playing all by ourselves while our mother rested in her bedroom. On the carpet in the living room, we were playing teacher-teacher, a game in which I always played the role of the teacher and Manu would be the student. Often, we had cousins and friends to fill our classroom, but that day it was just the two of us. I must have been 11 years old and my brother 9. I was a strict, all-knowing teacher. I knew a lot of things for my age and he barely cared for the things I knew. As I continued to raise the stakes of what I expected from him, the boy must have begun to get restless. I became harsh and more punitive in my attempt to control him. After a while, I was just a vicious, controlling bully. My voice sharp and cutting. The student cowering, wanting to escape. It was no longer a game. Neither …
To be a teacher means being open to learning all the time. To stand upon the desk and stay in touch with my inner student. To make mistakes and get used to being humbled.
Editor's note: A scene from an endless, hot summer afternoon in my childhood has stayed with me through the decades. My younger brother and I were playing all by ourselves while our mother rested in her bedroom. On the carpet in the living room, we were playing teacher-teacher, a game in which I always played the role of the teacher and Manu would be the student. Often, we had cousins and friends to fill our classroom, but that day it was just the two of us. I must have been 11 years old and my brother 9. I was a strict, all-knowing teacher. I knew a lot of things for my age and he barely cared for the things I knew. As I continued to raise the stakes of what I expected from him, the boy must have begun to get restless. I became harsh and more punitive in my attempt to control him. After a while, I was just a vicious, controlling bully. My voice sharp and cutting. The student cowering, wanting to escape. It was no longer a game. Neither …
The Gandhi Sagar sanctuary in Madhya Pradesh has been selected as the second home for cheetahs in India. But a closer look shows that the reserve is ill-prepared to welcome the big cats.
Hindutva vigilantes, local journalists and politicians pushed a social media rumour steeped in the right-wing conspiracy theory, forcing several Muslim traders out of Uttarkashi district.
Sometimes when we struggle to fit in, it may be because we deserve better. We don’t always need to change. We owe it to ourselves to do justice to the self.
The Gandhi Sagar sanctuary in Madhya Pradesh has been selected as the second home for cheetahs in India. But a closer look shows that the reserve is ill-prepared to welcome the big cats.
Hindutva vigilantes, local journalists and politicians pushed a social media rumour steeped in the right-wing conspiracy theory, forcing several Muslim traders out of Uttarkashi district.
Sometimes when we struggle to fit in, it may be because we deserve better. We don’t always need to change. We owe it to ourselves to do justice to the self.
