Diverse Perspectives on Rebellion: Insights and Personal Stories

Our coordinator told her, "Ma'am, you cannot close the door while teaching in the classroom," and departed to go to her next lesson. My rebellious mind laughed, "What if the teacher plays with the students in the classroom?"

We're going to play a game today, Class VII. Two teams are going to be involved. I'm going to ask you to act out the titles of any poems, stories, or characters you've read in your Bengali lesson. As usual, my classmates were animated. They were able to accurately respond to every name. "Madam, they're very simple." "Please pose more difficult questions for us," they begged. I said, "Okay, so what kind of game do you suggest?"
The entire class exclaimed, "We want to play dumb charades."

After two of my students shut the door, the game started. That went on until there was a knock at the door. The pupils began to feel anxious. They believed that in front of the coordinator, they would have to pretend to study. Their English teacher was there when the monitor opened the door. Time for their English phase, I thought. I grinned in response to her smile. Before their yearly exam, it was my last class with VIIB, and I was happy to see their happy grins.

Occasionally, all we require is a diversion from routine. My choice to let them shut the door that day served as a key to their newly discovered independence. Taking into account that every student's mental health is a top priority, breaking the rules isn't necessarily a terrible thing. (What is your most disobedient action to date? November 24)

Raychaudhuri Sohini

Deeply felt personal suffering might occasionally be the price of revolt and emancipation. This is especially true, as many Indian millennials frequently have to do, when we choose to speak out against our own family. Long before I was old enough to realize it, I had a difficult childhood and limited educational chances because of my father, who was an overbearing self-righteous man. My years-long battle with misogyny, homophobia, casteism, and regressiveness was not a one-time bravery; rather, it was a daily struggle in which I used my words and wit to oppose his authority. Afterwards, my family and I unearthed numerous more repugnant facets of his past and character, which were simpler to rebel against because they were so blatantly abhorrent.

It has been quite challenging for us to come out against him because he is a well-known poet, despite his increasing incompetence. I've learned from my early years of loneliness and the evidence of my father's hypocrisy that some monsters try to hide behind their artistic abilities and believe they can get away with anything by leveraging the carefully manicured public image they put a lot of effort into creating.

Sankar Dhee

I was making good money at my government position in 1999. When I met this Sardar doctor, everything seemed to be turning around. He was quiet and enjoyed reading. I reasoned that since he shared two characteristics with myself, why not? It was the year we got married. Our backgrounds were dissimilar. As dissimilar as possible. He was Sikh, all turban and long hair, and I was a Bengali Kayastha. But after my wedding, I discovered we had more in common than either of us would have wanted to list. We both have similar eating habits. Religious rites were treated extremely casually in both families. We, along with them, detested fasting. We are still going strong after 25 years and two beautiful girls. We argue, but we work things out quickly. The best thing is that we enhance one another.
That makes it the most disobedient thing I've ever done.

Paul Pampa

My most rebellious act was probably when I was in class V or VI. One day at school, one of my friends told me that the following day, all of the players from my favorite domestic football team were coming to open a sports goods store close to the school. I told my mother when I got home that I was going to watch the players in the afternoon instead of going to school the following day. But she severely forbidden me. I became a rebel possibly because of that refusal. During the tiffin period, my friend and I sneaked out of our school compound through the rear gate, which is unused and unattended. There were two regrettable outcomes from this. Upon arriving at the store, we first discovered that the rumor was true and that no players were scheduled to open. Secondly, my dad found out that I had skipped classes to see football players, so he was understandably upset and gave me a hard time at home.

Bitter Misra

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