We are living in history.

 History is my favorite subject. There is a rush of enthusiasm when teaching history. Therefore, I carried out the maximum number of experiments and ideas on this topic. History is always unfolding in front of the students in the form of drama and stories. But this time, I wanted to do something different. The students were very enthusiastic and equally experimental. So, we lived history with the children every day, in every task, on every occasion. First, the naming ceremony for each student was performed. Nandini became Moro Trimbak Pingale, as she was the class head. Kunal became Senapati Hambirrao Mohite. And Anil's mathematics was good ,So he became Ramchandra Neelkanth because he used to see the expenditure of Swarajya. Rina's handwriting was very good, so she became a correspondence manager, Annaji Datto. Rohit became Dattaji Trimbak. Lakshmi became Ramachandra Trimbak. Minister of Foreign Affairs. Aarti was very calm and sensible,so she became Judge Nirajipant. Rohit  became..Raoji.. Sapna was very mischievous and made her Tanaji Malusare, some one Bajiprabhu Deshpande, and some one Murarbaji. And everyone addressed each other by the same name and showed respect. Children are very excited. . Each classroom in the school was given these names. The principal's office was named 'Raigad'. Sindhudurg, the class in which there was a water tank.My classroom was named Sinhagad because there was a wall in the school compound adjacent to it. The two adjacent sections were named Vishalgad and Panhalgad. The children demanded that each of our benches be given these names. They were called castles instead of benches. Daily khalita, notice book adnyapatre , and attendance book called Hukumnama.. Our lives have become historic. When we went to class after Paripatha, our language also changed. "General, Hambirrao Mohite, state condition?"Then the conversation started. The children participated enthusiastically. If the children ever make a mess, the children are on their feet as soon as the order is given: "Shivarai's mawle, leave for your respective forts soon.". If attendance is not found, "Moro Trimbak Pingle, where has your state Hukumnama gone?" Literally, we were living in Shiva Raya's time. The children eagerly asked for more information about Maharaj. Shivaraya's books are read again and again with pleasure. Asking many questions. Anil's innocent question is still well remembered. He made a simple division between Chhatrapati Shivarai as his hero and Aurangzeb as the villain who tormented him."Madam, how did our Shivarai die so early and Aurangzeb live so long? The villain dies early; the hero kills him."What shall I answer to this? "Our Chhatrapatis fought many battles; they established Swarajya with great effort, so they got tired early, so they died early."I tried to explain in my own way. Again, the question was, "Didn't Aurangzeb go to war? Just sit at home? How did he die? Then how did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather die?" There was no end to the question. And this is our love of history.After telling them that King Humayun had died after falling from the stairs, their gossip became a flood. Then collecting all the information became their favorite work.We present a historical play every Saturday. Of course, the choice of subject, direction, costumes, and dialogue are all up to the children. 

And happily, their family also participated in the play "Gad Ala pan Singh Gela," staged by the children, and a wall is used to show that Tanaji climbs a cliff. It was great to see their imagination and enthusiasm.

We really lived history for a year with this Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaja. Even today, if I remember it, it brings a smile to my lips and tears to my eyes. In a school for tribal boys, Bhil and Ahirani languages predominate. But our love of history did not get in the way. History had become a part of our lives.