The class of ’13 has bid adieu. The exercise has added one more batch to the list of those who have moved off from the college. The ceremonial waving off which is a routine affair in the college, in all colleges. With all the customary trappings in place - the setting, the food, the introductions of the students who been there all along, the feedback, the (outgoing) assessment of the teachers by the outgoing learners, the everything goes kind of liberalism which spreads in the setting, the exchange of gift, the light hearted rib-poking, the ironic leg-pulling and the occasion tear-jerkers too. As a teacher, I often feel that we teachers, (well, just me, may be. It is a possibility) sometimes lose sight of the lives the students live in spite of the pressure we mount on them in terms of the academic requirements. The structure we try to impose on the students (is it just me, the imposer?! It is a possibility) and the schedule which is punishing for them, makes us (well,
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