#Modern Play Schools

[helloparent]

From Anganwadi Centers to Modern Play Schools: Gurugram's Educational Revolution.

Pioneering Early Education: Transitioning from Anganwadi Centers to Modern Play Schools

Gurugram, a city at the forefront of progress, has undergone a remarkable transformation in its educational landscape. In line with the New Education Policy 2020 and Early Childhood Care and Education (ECCE) Policy 2013, this transformation has been led by Nishant Yadav, a dedicated 2013 batch IAS officer serving as Deputy Commissioner, in partnership with the Women & Child Development Department's Integrated Child Development Services (ICDS) program.

The Emergence of Playway Schools: Fostering Young Minds

At the heart of this educational renaissance is the recognition of the pivotal role played by early childhood care and education. Acknowledging that a remarkable 80% of a child's brain development occurs before the age of 6, the introduction of Playway Schools became imperative. A total of 104 Anganwadi centers across Gurugram were identified and transformed into contemporary pedagogical institutions, placing significant emphasis on cognitive, mathematical, literacy, physical, and linguistic development. Operating under the 5+3+3+4 educational structure, these Playway Schools cater to children aged 3 to 8, with a dedication to enhancing the formative years of education.

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Revamping Infrastructure: A Cornerstone of Transformation

The newly established Playway Schools have undergone substantial infrastructure enhancements, a pivotal aspect of this endeavor. Nishant Yadav, the IAS officer spearheading this transformation, stressed the importance of six key parameters: ensuring ample room space, supplying metered electricity, installing water purifiers, facilitating kitchen facilities, creating child-friendly restrooms, and incorporating BaLa paintings (Building as Learning Aids). Basic educational materials, learning resources, and play-based items have been thoughtfully provided, creating an environment conducive to effective learning.

"According to data from Pratham's field assessments, Gurugram is home to 1,331 children. As of now, approximately 1,500 children have been enrolled in these playschools, with the majority located in rural parts of the district."

Leveraging Modern Technologies: Enhancing Monitoring and Engagement

To further enhance the quality of education and engagement, the administration has harnessed modern technologies. Tools such as the Bal Samvardhan Portal and POSHAN Tracker are being employed to track attendance and gather essential developmental information. Innovative approaches, including the use of WhatsApp Groups facilitated by Rocket Learning in select schools, have become channels for interactive learning, enriching the educational experience for these budding minds.

Comprehensive Management: Ensuring Accountability

They elaborated on the multi-faceted management of these Playway Schools. At the grassroots level, dedicated Anganwadi workers oversee day-to-day operations, supported by Anganwadi helpers. Administrative oversight is provided by seasoned professionals, including Supervisors, Child Development Program Officers, and District Program Officers. To guarantee accountability and seamless execution, Gurugram has established District-level ECCE Committees, bringing together key stakeholders to facilitate internal reviews and monitoring.

Community Participation: A Unique Approach

One distinctive facet of this initiative is the active involvement of the community. Village leaders in the areas housing these Playway Schools have been encouraged to actively participate in maintenance and infrastructure development, fostering a strong sense of community ownership and support.

Beyond Education: A Holistic Impact

The impact of these Playway Schools extends beyond education. With a particular focus on children from low-income backgrounds, parents find reassurance in the guarantee of their children's education, nutritional needs, and overall well-being by using school parent app

A Vision for the Future: Expanding the Initiative

Looking forward, preschools in Gurugram envisions a more extensive transformation. The Chief Minister has unveiled plans to scale up this initiative, with an additional 4,000 Playway Schools slated to be established in the coming year. Furthermore, private companies expressing interest in supporting these schools through Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) initiatives underscore the growing recognition of the program's importance. Gurugram's education landscape is evolving, not just as a corporate hub but as a center for high-quality early education, laying the foundation for a brighter future for its young learners.

Originally Published by HelloParent.

[theladysunami]

I had a very odd dream where a train (or bus?) I was on got yanked into another world. While my dream had nothing to do with SVSSS, it did have my waking self thinking about how hilarious and/or horrifying such a thing could be as an AU.

Imagine Shen Yuan riding the subway, train or bus one day, when something happens and his whole car gets yanked into the world of PIDW. Nobody else in the car knows anything about PIDW, so Shen Yuan finds himself with the self imposed task of keeping this eccentric group of strangers alive in a weird world full of demons, monsters, and aphrodisiac plants.

The group’s first assumption would probably be that they’re still on modern earth, and just got teleported somewhere. Their second assumption, if they come across common folk, might be they somehow ended up in the past.

Then they run into some monster, or people riding on swords with specific uniforms, or a commoner mentions a name or event only Shen Yuan recognizes. The rest of the party debates what sort of Xianxia or Wuxia world they’ve ended up in, while poor Shen Yuan sweats bullets. He knows exactly what world they are in, and they are so screwed.

I have this image of poor beleaguered nerd Shen Yuan successfully protecting and leading this group of primary school kids, their cute teacher, and a handful of grannies and grandpas, while all the other adults and older teens keep wandering off and getting themselves in trouble.

[zer0expektation]

Isha jamming out to her preferred audience of one;

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

doodle (he is staring at you)

[venti-death-watch]

modern aus are so annoying. i start out trying to make the backstories adjacent to canon and then they spiral wildly. why is jing yuan a world renowned attorney who’s prosecuting the ipc out of nowhere

[octoooo]

Baby Sabito & Giyuu

Can you tell I love drawing 🥺 lmao

[marshbevvie]

DERRY SCHOOL PLAYYY!

So the Derry schools just had their Christmas play and it was AWESOME! I helped design some of the costumes and it was flipping awesome. @stan-the-bird-boy and @eddiekaspbrak-official did AWESOME.

For those who didn’t see it, it was Christmas Carol, IN DERRY, and here’s a picture Eddie snuck and took of his Christmas Past costume. It’s sorta girly but it’s like.. he’s a heyday glamorous dude before gender norms slapped him down and the glam was ruined.

Eddie may not be pregnant but he always does deliver!

Here’s a picture that’s a bit more professional-looking of Stan’s Christmas Yet To Come. You can’t even tell it’s him.

I woullllld tag Henry bc Patrick is like the student director or whatever the flip but he said he’s gonna make his own post, and also sometimes he’s an asshole. So courtesy of @sonia-kaspbrak-official here’s a picture of all of us outside the school ready to see Eds and Stan The Man:

@richie-trashmouth-tozier is so proud of his boyfriend, @mikehanlon76 is just there (hi Mike) @people-call-me-haystack is AWESOME AS ALWAYS, and @bill--denbrough looks kind of emo but who cares. OUTFITS ALL ON ME.. yeah I got Ben that necklace teehee. Yeah my dress is festive so I’ll probably not wear it again until next Christmas but still!

The gun references, modern stuff, and Scrooge almost-cursing were a bit weird, but hey, Patrick’s the director, what did we expect. So.. yay! Christmas Carol go brrr!

[pentopaper23]

One-shots about Anthony attending school events for his siblings.

CHAPTER ONE: Benedict - Chopin’s - Nocturne No. 20 in C# Minor

2003

Late was something that Anthony hated being, but here he was running down a school hallway with Hyacinth on one arm and Gregory resting on his opposite hip. Daphne and Eloise were running beside him, and Colin had Francesca tucked under his arm. Not one of them was fully dressed, Hyacinth had lost her baby socks somewhere in the carpark, Colins was in half of his school uniform; shirt untucked and tie missing, Daphne and Fran were still in their school uniforms and Gregory was in some kind of children’s dress up costume. Anthony himself was still in what the children called his ‘work clothes’, a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt that he should have changed before rushing out the door this afternoon and he had a baby bag slung over his shoulder.

They had been late leaving Kent after lunch to make it to Benedict’s piano recital on time at Eton. Anthony has business in London and meetings with his lawyers, so he decided to pull the children out of school and make a weekend of it. Between finishing his morning work, picking up the girls and readying the babies they left Kent at the unacceptable time of 4:30pm for Benedict’s performance at 6pm.

Cutting it fine was an understatement when Colin met them in the carpark at 5:40, underdressed for a boy who lived where they were visiting.

“I see you dressed up,” Anthony had snipped as he struggled to open the buckle of Gregory’s car seat.

“It’s after hours,” Colin has replied moving around to help the other children out of the car.

Using his fading memory of the school lay out Anthony rushed through the semi familiar halls of Eton Collage his sibling trailing after him like ducklings. He checked his watch when the concert hall doors come into view, 5:50pm. Swinging the doors open with a bang several heads turned to look at him with disapproving eyes, but the looks faded when they saw it was the Viscount and his family. Quickly they moved down the middle aisle under the watchful eyes of the parents and families and settled into their seats in the front row. Colin said he would be right back and would let Benedict know they where here and he slipped away though some curtains to the back of the stage. Anthony got the children settled, Daphne and Fran were happily chatting and El was flicking through a program that he hadn’t realised she had grabbed on the way in. Hyacinth was contently resting her little head against his shoulder and Gregory was sitting on his lap looking around the grand room excitedly.

“Ben!” El yelled waving her hands towards the stage, the siblings all looked in the direction that she was waving and saw Colin and Benedict sticking their heads around wings of the stage. They both gave a small wave and Anthony smiled at his brother. With a pat on Benedict’s shoulder Colin disappeared from view and emerged back out on the side of the stage and walked back to his seat. He reached out his arms for Gregory who Anthony was struggling to keep a hold off ever since the little boy had seen Benedict.

“Pass the devil here” he said gesturing to his baby brother. With practiced movements the siblings passed the toddler down the line and Daphne handed him to Colin who placed him on his lap facing the stage.

“Which one did he pick El,” Anthony asked nodding at the program she was still reading. Eloise squinted at the page and soundless sounded out the letters before speaking.

“Chopin - Nocturne No. 20 in C# Minor” El said showing the program to Anthony who sighed in relief. For the last few weeks, he had been gifted late night calls from Benedict in various states of panic over his choice of song. Each one he had played over the phone has been note perfect but nothing he had said had seemed to calm the boy.

The lights of the hall flicker announcing the start of the concert and several people rushed to their seats before the MC graced the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My Lord,” he said bowing to Anthony when he noticed him sitting the in the front row. Anthony simply nodded his head in acknowledgement and moved Hyacinth, who had fallen asleep to his other shoulder.

“I am very happy to welcome you to Eton College’s Music and Drama department’s exhibition night. We have a full night planned for this evening so please if I could drag your attention to the stage, please welcome grade 4 music class with a “Ba Ba Black sheep” played on the recorder”. A small group of boys were ushered onto the stage by a male teacher and what came next was 10mins of pure hell. Not one of them poor lads played a note in time or on key and many of the parents surrounding him were trying and mostly failing to hide their smiles and laughs. To his siblings credit not one of them broke and he put it down to all of them being used to each other bad singing or failed hobbies that nothing relating to lack of musical talent shocked them anymore. Over the next three hours Anthony excused himself a few times to change Hyacinth and Gregory and each time he felt the stares of the other parents.

He was not the only man of nobility to have children enrolled in the school, far from it really. There are children of barons, other viscounts, a duke or two and not the mention the crown prince that has just started in Colin’s year. But he was one of the very few that rarely missed a school event; sports days, music events like tonight, parent teacher conferences and a smattering of other events that parents would normally attend. Whispers still followed him whenever he attended an event in place of his parents.

“Did you hear? Yes, both of them now, such a sad future for them.”

“I hear he is struggling. My husband does business with the estate, and he is pushing meeting left right and centre. I give it a year.”

He had gotten good at ignoring the voices and concentrating on his siblings and the little smiles and waves that were gifted to him when they noticed him sitting the crowd at their events.

He kept an eagle ear on the program in El’s and could see that Benedict was one of the last to preform that night. The MC introduced a 10th grader that recited a Shakespeare sonnet that would rival any that were being preformed at the National theatre and a boy that played the classical guitar effortless with fingers flying over the strings. Anthony was glad when Benedict was called to the stage, Hyacinth and the other younger siblings were starting to get restless having been seated for almost three hours and he could feel a tantrum coming from Eloise after he told her that no she couldn’t go and find the library.

“Please give a round of applause for Mr Benedict Bridgerton, who will be preforming Chopin’s  - Nocturne No. 20 in C# Minor,” the MC said and Benedict walked somewhat shyly onto the stage his eyes searching the darkness for his family. When his eyes locked with Anthony he smiled and gave a small wave and Anthony locked away the memory with the others his siblings had gifted him. Anthony’s nerves kicked in when Benedict sat down at the piano. He always felt like this when watching his siblings do something in public; not for him but for them, he wanted them to succeed in everything they did and watching them fail was heart-breaking to him. He held his breath as Benedict played the first few notes and he left it out when he saw that Benedict had gotten into the zone and his fingers were flying across the keys with learnt and practiced precision. The song came to a close and Benedict turned to the crowd and like they always did Anthony and his sibling jumped to their feet clapping and cheering. Anthony who was still holding Hyacinth and couldn’t clap put his fingers between his lips and let out a loud wolf whistle not caring if it drew disapproving looks from some of the other people around him. His siblings on the other hand were loudly cheering and clapping; Colin had raised Gregory in the air and the toddler was clapping with all his little might. Benedict looked a little embarrassed but took a bow and shook his head at his family antics and left the stage.

“He’s gonna hate us” Colin laughed in a sing song voice trying to wrangle a now over excited Gregory back into his lap and Anthony laughed, he probably would, but the next event they attend he would get pay back on his siblings.

Slowly the night came to a close and the MC thanked everyone for attending and people started to exit the hall. Several people came up and spoke to Anthony about business, these he brushed off and told them to call the Estate in the coming week and several more passed on their praise for Ben’s performance and cooed at Hyacinth who stared back at them with wide eyes and a gummy smile.

“Wait a second girls!” Anthony yelled to his sisters who made to run towards large crowd that was streaming towards the exit, “We need to collect Benedict for the weekend. Here Daph take Hyacinth, I need to run backstage. Colin you’re in charge.” He said before ducking through the curtains and backstage.

He spotted Benedict talking with some of his friends and noticed how happy the young boy looked when he threw his head back and laugh along with the other boys. He had grown in the last year and was resembling their father more then every before. His long chestnut hair was falling into his eyes, and he brushed it away. It was this action that reminded Anthony that he needs to have it cut over the coming break and filed it away in his mental calendar.

“My Lord?” A voice said from behind him, and he turned to find Benedict’s music teacher Mr James standing here. Anthony reached his hand out to shake the mans.

“Mr James, pleasure. He was good tonight.” Anthony said looking back at Benedict who was yet to notice him and was still laughing and fooling around with his friends.

“He is very gifted, one of my best. I was actually hoping we could talk about something.” Mr James said nodding his head to a quite corner.

“Of course, is there something wrong with his work?” Anthony asked trying to remember if he had received any mail or calls about Benedict in the last few months.

“Nothing of the sort, as I said he is one of my best students. It regarding to an advanced music course taking place in Paris over the summer break and I was hoping that Benedict would be interested in taking part. I mentioned it to him, but he seemed apprehensive about travelling and mentioned that he would be needed at home. I understand my Lord that this last year has been difficult, but I really feel that it would be very beneficial for him.” Mr James said trying to be as sensitive at possible.

“Um…of course. I will speak to him about it thank you for bringing it to my attention.” Anthony said looking back over at Benedict who was no looking at them with worry on his face. Mr James nodded and left to speak to some other parents and Benedict walked over looking more worried than before.

“What did Mr James want?” Benedict asked before Anthony was even able to greet him.

“We’ll talk about it later. You did so well!” Anthony said pulling Benedict into a deep tight hug. Benedict returned it burying his face into his brother’s chest and taking a deep breath.

“I missed a couple of notes in the middle,” He mumbled into his brother’s shirt causing Anthony to tighten his hold on him. “I was perfect Ben, no one but you noticed.” Anthony said pushing Benedict away so that he could look at the young boy, “I promise.” Benedict nodded and gave Anthony another hug.

“I need to get back out there I left Colin in charge of the troops. I fear he will be overrun if I leave them for too long. Have you packed your bag for the weekend?” Anthony asked fixing the collar of Benedict’s dress shirt. Benedict nodded, “Yep, I just need to go and change, and I will meet you at the car. I’ll be ten minutes.” He said before running off towards the dorms.

Colin was indeed overrun by the time Anthony got back to the main hall; Gregory was hanging off his pant leg while he balanced Hyacinth in one arm while holding the back of Eloise's jumper to stop her from running away.

Anthony scooped up Gregory and placed him on his hip, picked up the baby bag and hung it over his shoulder, “All good? Where are Daph and Fran?” he asked Colin looking around for their missing sisters. “They ran to the bathroom. It’s just outside the door I told them to wait for us there” he replied letting go of Eliseo’s jumper and taking her hand. They were stopped several times by parents remarking on Benedict’s performance and only made there escape when Hyacinth started to fuss, “It’s well passed her bedtime” Anthony had joked when one mothers looked at him with a hint of pity in her eyes. Daphne and Francesca where right where Colin said they would be, waiting by the woman’s bathroom door playing a hand clap game and laughing to each other.

“Take Greg’s hand Daphne please,’ Anthony said passing the little boy over his sister. With his extra free hand, he was able to open and search through the baby bag for the insulated bag that held Hyacinth’s warm bottles of milk. Walking and feeding had become a necessary skill he had perfected in the last year, and he was please to say he could balance Hyacinth, feed her, talk on the phone and pace the study if he needed to.

Benedict, like his sisters, was also where he said he would be. He was leaning against the car in a fresh set of clothes with an overnight bag at his feet. He smiled and squatted down as Gregory took off towards him as fast as his little legs could carry him, their sisters rushing after him. Anthony would have yelled out, “Don’t run in a carpark!” if he felt it would do anything. Benedict was bowled over by his siblings and they all tumbled to the ground in sounds of happy laugher. “My little menaces!” Anthony heard his brother shout from under the pile of little limbs on top of him.

“All right! Get off the ground and in the car please!” Anthony shouted as he gently pulled the bottle away from Hyacinth’s lips and burped her before placing her in the car seat and buckling her in tight and safe; he tucked the baby bag under the front seat making sure it wouldn’t move but was still within reach if it was needed. Benedict had climbed in and was in the process of trying to buckle in Gregory who seemed to have turned to a snake and was fighting his way back out of the car. With quick thinking Anthony shut the back door trapping the little by inside, at least he couldn’t escape he thought to himself as he heard the little boys angry yells from inside the car and saw his little face looking at him from the window as if expecting him to save him from Benedict. He went around to the back of the car where is sisters were waiting patiently and helped them all climb into the third row

The car ride to London was quiet, Gregory and Hyacinth had fallen asleep almost instantly in the middle row with Benedict dosing in-between them. After his mother died Anthony had attended some parenting classes with Hyacinth and was forever traumatised by stories about baby car seats being stuck in the third row after accidents. Even since then one of the older boys was always seated in the middle row with the babies and Fran, Daphne and El were exiled to the third row, where they were now sitting quietly with the light on reading and finishing homework. Colin was sitting next to him in the front with a journal resting on his lap as she wrote quickly across the pages. What had started as a grief journal that a child counsellor had recommend after the death of their parents has turned into a daily release for the young boy and Colin was routinely asking for extra money for stationary and new journals when he filled his old one. Anthony never asked what the boy was writing in them but from the drivers he could glance over and catch random words like he and his siblings names, things about school and London all written out in Colin’s annoyingly neat handwriting.

By the time they reached the outskirts of London, Anthony was the only one awake in the car, the radio had been turned down to a soft hum and he was contently steering the car through the familiar streets of his childhood. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting on the open window that was letting in cool summer air. The streets were empty, and the streetlamps were casting a soft orange glow over the landscape.

Turning the car into the tree lined Grosvenor Square the family Bridgerton House loomed at the end of the street. Still covered in purple wisteria the house looked untouched as if frozen in time. There were lights on inside indicating that the staff where still awake and waiting to greet the family. They hadn’t been here since the death of their parents; Anthony preferred the stay in a hotel that was close to his office if he ever needed to stay in London as the other children has shown little to no interest in visiting. So, it had stayed locked up, the gardens were kept in order and the inside looked over by the gardeners when they visited. But it was unlived in and empty. Until last week his parents’ bedroom was still untouched; their clothes still hanging in the wardrobe and shoes still tucked just inside their bedroom door. Family pictures had still hung on the walls, smiling faces looking back at all those who visited.

But not anymore, the pictures had been taken down and their parents room locked and sealed away. He wasn’t sure how his siblings would react to being back at the house and he was hoping that with less reminders of what had been, that it would be easier for them to settle in for the night. Staff from the estate had travelled in that morning to make ready the house, bedrooms had been aired out and bedsheets changed; the kitchen was reopened by their cook Mr Datson and Mrs Wilson had overseen the reopening and cleaning of the property.

Putting the car into park Anthony sat and stared at the house and took a deep breath. He could feel tears welling in his eyes and hastily wiped them before his siblings could wake up and see them. But he wasn’t quick enough and felt Benedict’s hand on his shoulder giving a comforting squeeze. He reached back and placed his hand over his brothers and gave it a tight squeeze back and mentally readied himself to leave the car.

[kn-1013]

modern au larry would actually be hype as fuck that tapes are coming back into vogue now, but he's also extremely pissed that gen z doesn't actually have access to any good quality tapes or any good quality stereos to play tapes. every single fucking last one of the modern tape players at this point in time are absolute fucking garbage and it makes him want to start blowing up buildings

[fragilecapric0rnn]

Hand On My Stupid Heart

A Modern AU / Steve Character Study

Chapter 1: The Life Changing 8-Hour Smoke Sesh.

Steve Harrington is about to graduate from high school. Steve Harrington skips the last basketball game of his career. Steve Harrington decides to get high with Eddie Munson.

[liverbiver9]

everyone always has modern!wwx playing the flute and other classical instruments but you can’t make me believe that he would choose a FLUTE over the harmonica or kazoo.

that man would make everyone hate his motherfucking guts the moment he figured out he could play I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston on the harmonica. He would be known as “the kazoo guy” in high school because he was never seen anywhere without his kazoo, playing All Star nonstop on repeat.

[hazellvsq]

percy canonically played basketball too but i cannot fucking place him. not a point guard and not a center otherwise i feel like he could be anything…therefore he is the power forward or perhaps the small forward. versatile, dependable, that girl. not too tall and not too short

[sonknuxadow]

my little pony tales is so funny like as a concept. every other mlp show or movie to ever exist is just about ponies having a good time and being best friends and if they ever are put in any actual danger then the problem is solved with the power of peace and love and friendship or something. then theres my little pony tales where one of the episodes just ends with the protagonists blackmailing people as a solution to their problems and this is treated as if its ok

[greatgoddyke]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[aphemera]

modern day asoiaf au where jon gets scammed into joining my school’s aviation academy that barely anyone takes and is located at the sketchy dark hallway at the back of the school thats guarded by doors for some reason

[appleelevengreen]

excellent characterisation of ares in the pjo show btw. absolutely no notes 11/10