The Third Eye Offline team has 24 digital educators working on ground across Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan and Jharkhand. From an intersection of age, gender and caste histories, the digital educators are deeply rooted within local forums and grassroots organizations that have extensive experience of engaging with communities.
The digital educators’ learning process is shaped through arts based pedagogical approaches, with a strong sense of social responsibility.
This young man has passed the board examinations, but the real challenge is to resist his family’s pressure for arranged marriage. Here’s a tale of confusions, anxieties, and frustrations that go into the making of a man finding his voice.
The Marwari family mocks both Achuki’s aspirations as well as her mother’s lack of a formal education. Will Achuki be able to reason with them or is negotiation the only way?
With her incessant quips and repartees, Achuki lives up to the meaning of her name in this playful narration. She is a young girl frustrated with her family and the larger Marwari Bania society. Unsure whether to scream or sigh, she wonders, “When will mindsets change?”
People find a way to be nosy about others’ business everywhere. But there is one question that particularly disrupts Khushi’s peace of mind every single time. Like a pinch of salt on an old wound, the question has different answers as Khushi walks around in the streets of Lucknow.
“फ se Field, श se Shiksha” is a series of 10 audio stories coming from the lived experiences and imaginations of education in rural India. Each episode offers a different take on education and its connections to caste, health, technology, and sexuality. How do we look at education outside classrooms?
The first time the idea of recording the night was floated to the DE’s was during a workshop in Delhi, where on a cold November morning in 2021, the DE’s were asked – What is it we can see at night? What is it that happens at night that reveals something new to you about where you live?
Weaving your way through the clamour of crowds and vehicles, you pass by Mandi Crossing Chowk everyday on your way to work. Eyes glued to the ground, in your rush to get to the other side what all do you see, what slips away- you never have time to pause and think about all this.
