Sishugram of my memory and of my dreams

Sishugram, a Girls Home that I help to run in North Guwahati is celebrating its Golden Jubilee this year. Established in 1975, Sishugram has been part of my life right from its inception. In this article, meant for publication in the Golden Jubilee Souvenir, I chart out the broad outlines of my association with it. This is no report of the Managing Trustee. Nor is it some kind of a factual recounting of milestones and achievements. It is just a rambling recounting of my sometimes close, and sometimes distant association with Sishugram for almost the entire fifty years of its existence. For context, my mother Smti Renuka Devi Barkataki was one of the founding trustees of the Sishugram Trust and was associated with it since its inception in 1975 till her death in 2017. At the outset, I pay homage to her memory and to the memory of her close friend and associate Smti Minoti Chowdhury; both of them were very closely associated with Sishugram, both are no longer here today to see Sishugram attain this golden milestone. May they guide us, if only in spirit, also in the years to come.

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4. What after finishing school? Higher Education/Vocational training in Germany

Written with inputs from Zeynep Acharya, Petra Varma and many others; and also from official internet sources

In a certain sense it can be said that the decision for what a child in Germany will go on to become in life is already decided in the 5^th grade with the choice of which type of secondary school that child joins; of which there are essentially three kinds -- the Hauptschule, the Realschule and the Gymnasium. Let us take a closer look at what choices students have after finishing one of these three forms of secondary school.

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3. Some further aspects of the German school system

Written jointly with Zeynep Acharya and with inputs from various official internet sites

This is the third part of a series of essays on the German school system, the first was the school through the eyes of a student, the second was the school system through the eyes of a teacher and this third part is about some important points that have not been mentioned so far.

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2. The German School System – A View from the Teacher's Room

Written jointly with Zeynep Acharya and from her view point, with inputs from various official internet sites

I have been a teacher in Germany for many years, and during this time I have accompanied children and young people at very different stages of their educational journey. As a teacher, I face a class full of young people every day, each of whom brings their own unique story. When I look at our school system, I see a complex web of opportunities, challenges, and traditions. Let me begin by saying that what I describe below from my own experiences in Hamburg is only a representative example – Education is a state subject in Germany and hence the details of the education system vary slightly from state to state.

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1. Between the Blackboard and Dreams – Lena's Journey Through the German School System

The German school system through the eyes of a student Lena. Written with the help of Zeynep Acharya, who teaches in Hamburg, with inputs from various official internet sites

Lena sits at her classroom window, gazing out at the gray schoolyard. It's her last day at the Realschule (Intermediate school) in Hamburg, and while her classmates talk loudly about the upcoming summer holidays, Lena reflects on her journey – a journey that has led her through the many facets of the German school system.

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Tithi, my strong but silent friend, is now still forever

Her trademark smile: 18.6.24

A tribute to my dear friend Tithi (Monjari Barooah) who passed on the 3rd July 2025, after a 14-month struggle with a deadly disease.
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Childhood: a carefree romp that didn’t last

A random account of some events of my childhood... I began to write this piece because I wanted to send it to Teresa Rahman as part of her series on childhood memories in the Thumprint Northeast. But it turned out to be a very therapeutic exercise as well as the news of the horrible aircraft disaster in Ahmedabad came in. It might sound self-indulgent but it kept me from sinking... 

My childhood was mostly happy, and spent mainly at three places, Guwahati, Delhi and Shillong. I was born in Delhi as my mother, Renuka Devi Barkataki, was a young parliamentarian at that time. But whenever my mother needed to go anywhere, since my absentminded and rather impractical father, Munin Barkotoki, could not be trusted with such things, I was left with my aunt, my Jethima, in Shillong, who ran a full house with six kids of her own. The first time I was left there I was barely a few months old – Ma was selected to be part of a parliamentary delegation to the US. She was gone for more than a month.  When she returned, I did not recognize my mother anymore and refused to go back with her. I am told I was put in the care of two very nice kongs, first the very pretty Kong Cross and after her Kong Cheni, but I have no real memory of them. 

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A lesser known version of Rajasthan

The most touristy thing we did on this trip

Our annual road trip this time was to  Rajasthan -- yes, it was in Jan-Feb this time and  not in November and yes, it was much shorter than the usual three weeks, we did what we could, but at the end of the two weeks we had covered 3342 kilometers which is about the same if not a little more than what we had done in our annual forays lasting about three weeks in previous years. We drove a lot but all that driving was enough only to discover a very tiny part of that large, beautiful, colourful and extremely attractive state. 

There were essentially three cities we planned our trip around this time -- Bikaner, Jaisalmer and Jodhpur. But we also got to experience some parts of Rajasthan that tourists normally do not have time for. We saw many imposing but abandoned hawelis, huge but deserted villages, breathtakingly beautiful architecture and exquisite frescoes, pretty lakes, vast desert landscapes and much more... Also, it was the first time I felt that while on a road trip, the journey itself is what was special, much more than the destination. Looking out of the window of our Kia Seltos into the endless desert sand dunes and the scruffy green-gold landscape filled with low bushes and thorny shrubs, one could experience not just the magnificence of it all, but also the pettiness and meaninglessness of so many of our earthly ambitions...

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Back again in Germany at springtime

I don't have a lot to say right now....because just as I was planning to write a happy post about the lovely things I saw during a forest walk in the Eifel the other day, terror struck in Pahalgam and killed so many innocent people that I am terrified, terrified even to be happy. Terrified to say that this world is in order because my world back home is not in order. How could it be when so many people were killed needlessly by a bunch of terrorists who have no religion, no country, no God, or perhaps that is wrong, perhaps hate is their religion, their country, their God... who can say...

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