Advay (my 8-year-old) has a friend in our gated community who is in his second year of engineering. When he was at home for his semester break, Advay would visit him often and watch him play the keyboard. In roughly a week’s time, Advay would come home and share with excitement about this new tune he had learned to play on the keyboard. He would enact his learnings on the table and make sounds from his mouth to convey what he had learned.
A few weeks later Advay started asking us if we could buy a keyboard at home. Nandini & I were reluctant. But we remembered that my mother had bought a keyboard ~10 years ago and she had loaned it to one of my cousins. I checked with him and brought the keyboard home. Advay couldn’t believe his eyes that we now had a keyboard at him. He called my mother and thanked her profusely.
We connected the keyboard in our media room and Advay called us to watch his first performance. We did not have many expectations. We honestly did not expect him to play much at all. But we were surprised…
As a child, whenever I got myself to stick around for long in the vicinity of this phenomenon called “question”, it was always followed by something called “answer”. Q&A – Questions and Answers. They never existed in isolation. It was scary to just be with a question. If there was a question that I no answer for, I feared being perceived as stupid. My school loved to have “General Knowledge” quizzes. I almost always had no answer to questions like –
What is the capital of Namibia? Who won the last Olympics 100 meters? Who is the current Mr. India? How many rivers are there in India? Who is the deputy chief minister of Gujarat?
Not knowing answers to these questions was still Ok. At best I would lose the quiz and be teased by my classmates who knew the answers to these questions and were celebrated as smart and intelligent kids.
But I better know answers to questions that show up at the end of each chapter in my textbook, whether or not I know the reason for knowing those answers. If I don’t know those answers, I must be willing to be labeled as “poor student”.
As an adult, I began to see how much of my life and career were about being with un-answered questions.
One key skill that every self-directed learner must nurture is the ability to read books of interest. I am not saying that reading is a skill that is more important than other skills like making friends, playing, etc. I am saying that reading is a critical skill that one must pick up as a self-directed learner.
Nandini has ensured that Advay (our 8-year-old) always has enough books around him that he can pick up from and begin to read. Since we don’t follow a specific syllabus, he is free to pick any book fromstorybooks, to science books, to national geography books, to cooking recipe book, to mythological books to anything.
Last year Nandini and Advay had been to the Books By Weight Fair at Safina Plaza. The whole process of going there, looking at the sheer volume of books available, the huge crowd that comes to the event, the kind of intent and interest people show towards books, the process of picking up books for ourselves, bringing them home and reading them – everything was great fun.
The word “multiplication tables” brings back memories of only one thing from my childhood – “mugging”. As a child I simply had to learn multiplication tables. I couldn’t ask for a reason why. My parents would explain to me the benefits of learning tables by-heart. They would even give me sufficient time to learn it. Figure out ways to learn it. But when the exam time came, I better have learned it by-heart already. There was no way around it. My school, the neighbourhood with other kids everybody basically reinforced the need-to-learn-multiplication-tables-by-heart ™. So I would spend days and months learning it by-heart.
One onezaar one
One twozaar two
Eight onezaar eight
Eight twozaar sixteen
Eight threezaar twenty-four
“I was mostly in college when I realised that it is not “eight eightzaar sixty-four”. It actually is “eight eights are sixty four.” I never bothered to question “zaar” as a child. Because questioning anything was a big big big big risk. What if my questions pissed off my teachers?”
As a kid, I did not like it at all. Now as an adult I know that multiplication tables are useful. Although I hardly use tables beyond 10 for mental math. Calculators are always around so performing multiplication is not an issue.
My son turned 8 this year. If he was in a regular school, he would be in 3rd standard. Many of his friends in the neighbourhood are ramping up on math-tables. So Advay would come home asking about it and slightly wanting to learn it.
Advay, my 8 year old, has developed a liking for carpentry off late. His first tryst with carpentry was two years ago when he was frequently visiting Aarohi. Since then he would take up carpentry projects every once a while.
One of my close friends, Murali Krishna, has recently renovated his house and dedicated half of his terrace to his carpentry workshop. He keeps doing some woodwork or the other.
This is a story of how Advay (my 7 year old) pulled together random experiences from scrubbing coconut shells, to dismantling an old washing machine, to discovering a motor to making an electric coconut scrubber.
Our family has a lot of music enthusiasts. My sister-in-law (my older brother’s wife) is a trained vocal artist. Their oldest son (Avyay) has taken training in Mrudanga and Advay has sat around him during his practice sessions several times. My cousin brother, Sujith, plays the Guitar. Another one of my cousins, Suhas, plays drums.
My friend, Kowshik Narayanaswamy is a rock climber. A passionate one at that. He came to Aarohi Life Education and conducted a session on Rock Climbing for all of us (including the kids). We learned something about it and also did some rock climbing ourselves.
The video below is a documentary on what we learned and the rock climbing we actually did on that day.