Ermm!! wait, SCAMMER!!

 A Heavy-Hearted Reflection on Children’s Day

Children’s Day celebrations were planned with so much excitement, and I genuinely appreciate the creativity and effort that went into it. Grade 9 especially deserves a huge appreciation—their ideas, their execution, and their ability to express themselves so gracefully were truly exemplary. They are in the same environment, exposed to the same pressures and the same attitudes, yet they somehow choose to channel themselves in a good way… at least they know how to act. That itself shows maturity.

My own class had a wonderful time dancing to all the heavy beats—they reminded me of what Children’s Day should feel like. Joyful. Free. Innocent.

But alongside that happiness, there was a moment that deeply disturbed me. A senior student behaving rudely—almost insolently—towards a teacher. A teacher who is experienced, patient, and deserving of respect. Watching that unfold was painful. And even more painful was seeing that no action was taken. When behaviour like that is ignored, we are silently teaching children that arrogance is acceptable.

Honestly, if that particular student is not guided properly, she is going to become a real menace—not only for the school, but for herself. Life is not going to tolerate that attitude. The difference between confidence and arrogance is a thin line, and one day she is going to learn that lesson in a hard way.

We chant prayers, shlokas, and verses every day… but I doubt if the meaning reaches their hearts, the reason why I have huge respect for other religions. Recitation without understanding becomes just noise. Values must reflect in actions, not just in the bhajans.

Sometimes I wonder if everything comes down to upbringing. Parents play the biggest role in shaping behaviour. A child who understands respect at home will carry it everywhere. A child who doesn’t… well, the cracks show very clearly.

I’m saying all this because this profession feels heavy on days like this, makes me regret for choosing passion over money. We try to give our best, we fight for creativity, fun, new ideas—but at times it feels like the moment we try something different, hurdles arise from all directions.

Sometimes my heart aches when I think of my students from my previous school. Even today, the kind of care and respect they show that feels almost unreal now, their wishes really made my day. It’s touching… and honestly, it’s something I don’t experience here. Their warmth reminds me that respect doesn’t have to be forced, and that sincerity still exists—just not everywhere. Their love is like a quiet reassurance on days when this place makes me question everything. 

Still, there were beautiful moments today—moments that reminded me why we do what we do. I hope those moments shine brighter in the long run, and I hope that every child, even the difficult ones, eventually finds the right path.

Tired, frustrated yes… but still hopeful that better days, better minds, and better moments will come.

VIDYA KAVISH