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Help your Child find their Spark

  A child is special to their parents and rightly so. However, some children are gifted with extraordinary talents or gifts. This article is to bring to notice the uniqueness of your children who don’t fall in the normalcy curve of    a parent’s expectations. If you take all the children of the world and make them stand in hierarchy of their talents you will notice that every child will have to shift their position depending on the nature of talent. Some might be more superior in learning a language, while others might clock better on a race, while still others might be score better on a mathematical quiz. There is no surprise to this kind of differences because we now understand that intelligence is just not how well we do in our exams which largely challenge the child on their cognitive skill.   We now understand multiple intelligence. A couple of decades ago, intelligence was what you score on an IQ test. But today this is completely outdated idea and intelligence is seen in
    Trigger: Where do we draw the line between teaching children an art form like dance and deciding what is child appropriate behavior Birdy dance or body dance? Recently I have attended a function in which a 12 year child was performing a dance that required her to grind her hips and her bosom as though she was 21 years old. The crowd going crazy not at her dolled up face but at the fact that a young girl could do those moves with the panache of authenticity. No doubt she was a very graceful dancer. But this act disturbed me. There was something that wasn’t right.     I wondered was it wrong? Was I being puritanical in my thinking? Should young children be made to perform ‘sexy’ dances? It’s not only this young girl but with summer vacations around the corner. Young children register for a lot of dance classes and summer camps. It’s in such occasions that young children end up being taught in the guise of Bollywood dancing, some very ridiculous moves. More because these are
  ‘A’ For Ambo, ‘Z’ For Zhadd… When I went to school I learnt A for apple and Z for zebra, neither of which I could relate to. I did not know what an apple tree looked like or which season it grew nor did I know about the zebra, what it ate, or how many hours a day it slept. Nothing in my learning years even allowed me the potential to ask these questions. My results depended on my ability to rote learn what was taught in class and reproduce. The better I was at it the more attention I received. I realized rote learning was like a sorting machine that would sort us into smart, not so smart and failures. Later, on the other side of the desk, as a teacher I learnt more than I ever did as a student. I realized that not so smart in my classroom would never equate to “not so smart” in life and living. Every teacher gauge their students’ performance and ability based on their ability to grasp the information being taught to them. We make assumptions about their future performance. I was
  THE POLITICS OF PROSTITUTION Amongst the many other words you cannot use appropriately in our country, sex takes precedence. Ever watched a TV serial, where anything to do with the word sex, had been masked with sounds, which are sometimes even more ridiculous than the actual word itself. And then there are the visuals of indecent exposures, which are blurred to give the special effect of attention: please do not fantasize. This makes me wonder whether we have “sex” in India. But not for long. We get busted! Every few weeks the headlines of rape and recused young women is a reminder that it’s not only about sex but sexual deviations that we need to urgently address and talk about.   The raids on massage parlors and spas opens our own precious Pandora’s Box that we so much like to hide and sweep under the carpet.   Even then, sadly, we find a way out. We blame indecent dress code and the prostitutes!   Who are we fooling, but ourselves? The politics of sex itself is patriarcha
 Being born a woman ..   For being born a woman, I never felt different, until one day I came face to face with the difference. Is it true than that we have to do the things we do because of gender? I asked myself. I was surprised at the answer, little suspecting that while I advocated empowerment I needed to be free myself. The space in our heads that determines who we are is confined within limitations. Not born at birth but in constant interactions; confined in a cage, wanting freedom, not knowing when, where and how my identity seeking expression. I considered myself lucky, for in my country, I was born into privileges very few others of my gender would even dare to dream.   Ignorance was bliss.   I had the opportunities to education. I was allowed to dream of careers and challenges. Find ways to escape long hours of study to play cricket with the kids from my village, climb trees and hills, swim in the river and challenge my siblings to a game of cards. I was never stopped f