Our young Grajon, Shirke had settled down in school nicely and had actually started enjoying himself after the vacation that we saw him have. This term, he loved whatever was being taught and just because of that simple fact, he was actually good at it. He helped out the others who found it difficult to understand and made studies fun. His language teacher, who also happened to be the class teacher, was so impressed with him that he was made the Class Star. The Class Star – was the human equivalent of the Monitor or Class Representative.
The Class Star had to be responsible for maintaining the class in the absence of the teachers. He or she also had to responsible for putting the teachers’ books, stuff and students’ submissions in the respective lockers and generally helping the teachers in ensuring that school went on smoothly.
Shirke was a diligent Class Star – he handled things so well and made all the tasks appear simple and easy. His added advantage of speed and accuracy made things look effortless which is why what happened one day was so surprising to everyone.
It was the day before the weekend and Shirke’s parents had promised to take him to FunWorld to see the evening show. This was the Grajonic equivalent of the theatre. Shirke was super excited to be going and was bouncing in his seat (figuratively) the whole day. Every few minutes, his eyes would stray to the clock and he would calculate the time left. When the final hooter rang for the school to end, Shirke went into a whirlwind of activity. He quickly straightened out the class room – then turned his attention to the teachers’ notes and aids and the submissions. He handed over the submissions to the messenger who would carry it across to the teacher’s residence for correction, locked the notes’ and aids into the assigned lockers and skipped out. In his hurry, he didn’t realise that he had handed over the notes and locked the submissions.
He rushed home, had completed his homework and was ready before his parents came home. They had a wonderful time and a ecstatic Shirke reached home, dreamy and goo-eyed after the show.
After the weekend, when Shirke reached school, he reached for the key to the lockers to take out the teachers’ notes and aids and found to his horror that it was not in the pouch around neck, where he usually kept it. He searched in all places that he could think of but could not locate it at all. The teacher walked in and added to his ill-ease by telling him that he had sent that instead of the submissions. Classes went on and the locker had to be pried open, a new lock fitted and corrections delayed and so on. The teacher didn’t raise her voice or say anything to Shirke because she knew that it was a honest mistake and this was the first time that something like this had happened when Shirke was in charge.
However the perfectionist in Shirke was offended at this failure. He branded himself as a failure and inept person and kept blaming himself constantly about this mistake. So much so, that he actually lost the wonderful fun he had had earlier. He became morose and withdrawn and not too good company. Two days later, his teacher asked him to meet her during the recess. She just said three sentences to him, “Everyone makes mistakes. We should use the mistakes as stepping stones to move forward and not allow them to become barriers that hold us back. Forgiving yourself with grace is more important to become a better person.” Shirke heard the love and care in her words and shed the first tear along with the regret and self-blame.
It was liberating to learn to forgive himself and move on. He felt as if his soul was suddenly lighter by a few hundred pounds. This is why I love Grajonic schools – they teach values of self acceptance and grace with the same ease with which they teach the three Rs and ensure that a well-rounded personality graduates from that institution. It is wonderful that Shirke learnt this at a young age, so that he could adapt it quite easily in his life. Don’t you think so?