A COUPLE of months back I visited a school on the outskirts of Noida. The address didn’t mention a sector number, which made it tough to locate as people in Noida are now programmed to think in sectors. “What do you expect? This is a poor community,” the principal said. My experience culminated in an official bit of writing for my magazine Careers360. However, am penning the unofficial bits here, plus pics.
Coming back to the princi, she and her late hubby set up the school several decades back and managed it on the funds they raised by charging higher fees for another school they ran for those comparatively well off. Not well off but comparatively well off. Both were located in the same compound. We chatted for a while and then I pushed off to meet a group of young school students who had worked on some film projects.
I felt nervous! …on the account of the poor state of my Hindi. On top of that I have an unpronounceable name in these parts. Meru, Miril, Merin, Maru. When I entered the classroom I was greeted by a teacher and her 42 female students from Class 7 to 11. Some with pigtails. All looked like they had be prepping to give their best for this interaction! So, we began interacting and I felt like I was their teacher for about 20 minutes. But then they opened up and started speaking freely. Perhaps meanings are in people and not in words, and just like canines the young uns’ respond to a friendly vibe.
There were one or two eager beavers who had an answer for every question. Now this proved to be a problem as I wanted more perspectives, especially from the shy ones. So, I packed them off to pose along with their storyboards for our young photographer Rajat, an intern from a design school. And bingo, the discussion opened up and more young minds dived in.
In fact, some of them spoke to me in English even when I posed a question in Hindi. Perhaps, they thought it was most disastrous and wanted to save me any further embarrassment. Or perhaps they wanted to impress me with their English! Either way it was both amusing and endearing!
These girls seems quite determined to be ambassadors of their community. One said she wants to be a doctor and treat the people in her locality “as the govt. does nothing”. Another wanted to be a software engineer. One girl wanted to be an airhostess. And two wanted to documentary film makers. The fact that they had heard of this concept was very heartening to know.
We bid the girls farewell after distributing Cadbury chocolates for all, and walked around the school and discovered a creative streak in the students. The walls of the classroom were their canvas, and sketches of the Gods and Goddesses, cows, dogs, birds were their inspiration.
As we wrapped up our visit, I noticed that Rajat was being coyly “checked out” by the girls in the vicinity. He wanted to photograph them drinking water from the taps outside, and they posed willingly in between sips and giggles!
Pictures: Rajat Rao from Raffles (design school)



