These words really ring true for me.
I earnestly believe – whatever I know today is not due to what I learned at school or in the text books or due to my Honours and Master’s degree; but because of my own love for certain things, skills, subjects.
I now see how all the learning took place – silently, humbly – in my diligent pursual of things that were close to my heart – literature, poetry, art, craft, music (ghazals), gardening, cooking….
And when I look at the tangible ‘remains’ from the past – that big terracotta pot that I painted when I was in school; that first big-sized cross-stich painting that I finished over summer vacation; a huge glass painting; an embossed ‘Krishna’ painting. Another – an engraved ‘Mahabharata’ painting, dozens of hand-made greeting cards, piles of letters written to family and friends, some Urdu poetry, journal pages – they remind me that the foundation of my learning was laid in my heart and not in some schoolish institution.
What are the ‘things’ from YOUR childhood that YOU created, collected, wrote, sowed, played – that remind you of your journey of self-driven learning?
Please do share. Oh, please, pretty please. I’m so eager to listen to your stories….