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National Curriculum Framework: My Ideas Improving Basics Introduction: National Curriculum Framework (NCF) is a guideline for designing the school curriculum in India. Till now India followed the NCF published in 2005.  The NCF 2022-23 is a key component of the NEP (National Education Policy) 2020 which is a transformative initiative to prepare India to meet the challenges of the 21st-century knowledge society . The curriculum framework provides guiding principles, goals, structure and elements for the development of curricula based on which the syllabus, teaching and learning materials, workbook, textbooks and assessment methods will be developed by respective states, boards and schools. There are four NCFs published by NCERT ( National Educational Research and Training) in the year 2005. I. NCFSE : National Curriculum Framework for School Education . Includes elementary, foundation, middle and secondary. II. NCFECCE : National Framework Curriculum for Early Childhood Care Educ...

        CORRECTIONS Thought: Corrections     Look back on your mistakes, think and move ahead after correction. This thought arose, of course when I repeated my mistake.   One day when I was reviewing my post after its completion,  I found a mistake. Correcting it was at that moment, a bit time-consuming and boring, so I went for a break.    Circumstances made me late and I asked my friend to see to it. She worked with me but in a different niche. She checked only for the grammatical part and didn't check out the calculations and posted it. Y ou can imagine what a blunder it was. This was not it, what we did was that we came to know about it after we posted another three posts and again in two of them, the same calculating mistake was repeated by my friend as she was not aware of using it. So everything messed up and it was a very bad experience.  The mistake was mine as it was my duty to check the post before publishing. I was not ...

    SUNANDA'S MOTHER BY LAW   Sunanda was having her tea sitting beside the rocking easy chair of her mamma. "Mamma" as she called her.  Her biological mother left her, as everybody says when she was only four. She has seen her in old black-and-white pictures. Those pics were as if Sunanda had tried to go back in time. She was a true copy of her mother, but she became a true copy of her 'mamma' when it comes to her character. Today it's the third day that the chair beside her has been vacant.  For the past 33 years, she must have rarely left her on her own. And after Saurabh left them, six yrs back she was always there with her like her shadow.  The shadow made her figure prominent and outstanding.  Sunanda, what she is today, is a new persona than what she used to be when she got married.   The "woman" she called Mamma, helped her change the mould to make her the woman that she is now. And of course, her son Arnabh did the final polishing o...

        BUGLE FEETS Image Credit: pixabay.com A happy little person,  walking down the street. Whistling are his shoes , confused but happy,  smiling and jumping, all he is. Holding mamma's hands, gaining confidence. Walking some more steps, then stopping to feel the silence,     but the bugle in his feet . For now, trying hard, to leave the bigger fist. Balancing self and running , still wondering looking at his feet,  why the whistle beats along with me? Turning with a strong call, "oh! don't fall" Gives a broad smile, when he finds,  "I have left all behind" Now it's just him, his shoes and its beeps . Did you like the poetry and are interested to give your precious time to read more, please click the link below: Poetry: Boundaries  Poetry: Little did I knew 

  MY  MOTHER  My Mother, she was. Yes, she 'was', but she will be, Yes, still be With me,   within me.  She was not extraordinary, but yes, she was not ordinary. My MOTHER, she was, and yes, she is.  She was not 'extremely' pretty, but pretty enough to attract people to smile back and talk.    She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not the so-called "well-educated", but enlightened enough to make her children well-educated. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not to be labelled, "Smart". but she was smart enough to  run back and switch off the flame,  when the earth was shaking beneath. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not social enough, and be the speaker amongst the crowd, but rather was a good listener, showing her intellect. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She never told me, about good and bad. She worked on herself and taught me by her deeds. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is.          ...

Poetry-Boundaries   BOUNDARIES My heritage is not too big, defined by its boundaries. We have a small area but many rooms, and of course many people of many schools, but we live together and adjust in our rooms. The rooms have boundaries too. My neighbours have their boundaries. Even theirs have their own. Nobody immigrates without permission. The permissions from higher sovereignty. The papers should stand clear. The boundaries need an insignia further. You have, you can move beyond. Wait, that's not up, no bypasses. the walls have even reached the blues. You can fly, but again paper matters. The cloud wishes to plunge everywhere, but even the waters are kept within boundaries. It cannot flow by the gradient. They are made to flow by the boundaries. Not many, but the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, and not to say, the air is still free, without boundaries, not happy though. It is gasping to get fresh. Their friends fall before stretching tall. Furthermore, neighbours fight to gauge boun...