Friday, November 28, 2014

Colour gone forever

She chose her colours wisely. She wore a fiery green emerald ring that she got as a gift for her first anniversary. Her husband had gifted her as a surprise. The clothes she worn had a heritage look with geometric patterns and patchwork on her golden coloured sari. The pearl necklace and earrings gave a retro effect to her personality. She saw her image in the mirror. The mirror exhibited confidence with  which she carried herself to the hall of her house. She decorated her house with bright colours. For the upholstery and curtains, she chose a neutral backdrop. The interior looked fresh and the tone was set perfectly with flowers in the foreground. she loved marigold and daisies and placed it her oil painted vases, The d├ęcor looked perfect and the joy of seeing her husband after a year long brimmed her heart. She wanted to throw an element of surprise and thus she painted every articles and artefacts in her house with lovely splash of colours. The food aroma filled the house with sugar, Jaggery, and coconut scent. She was lost in a reverie for a minute and thought about all those happy times that they had spent and how that is going to get repeated in a few minutes. The bell rang. She smoothened her saris and gave one last look to her house. As she opened the door, she saw paramedics and a stranger outside her house. The patio was then occupied with a stretcher which extended till the hospital van. She was awestruck and let them in. He body was covered with white cloth and the cloth has all red colour shades. The blood stains entered the house too. The scent of flowers were replaced by the medicinal stench which suffocated the nostrils. The house had all colours except red and her husband fulfilled it with his blood. Every colour founds its own place in the house but the colour of her face was lost forever.  

The Wanderful mind of a mother:

The sound of the nature whispered in her ears. The sound reached her senses and filled with uneasiness. The calm and quietness were replaced with a sudden chirp of birds. The rattling of windows said that the wind has started its activity of blowing. Only the blowing disturbed her quiet sleep. The engines too cooed slowly as if the pain of loading men was unbearable. The world was still asleep but she could no more. She had to get up. She had to make her eyes wide open so as to attend a slew of chores which lay waiting for her attention. Even when her eyes stay closed, her mind wandered. The wandering was seamless and never stopped. It drifted to the kitchen, to school, to laundry, to grocery shop, to supply store, to chemist, to bank and many odd places. She tried to focus but failed. She uncovered the quilt that lay in top of her giving her an escape from the mad world outside. She quickly freshened herself and ran to the kitchen area. The unkempt hair had to wait. She hurriedly gave a nice bath to the soiled utensils. Thanking the milkman, she put on the kettle for a morning coffee for her beloved husband. The mixer was started for the chutney which will accompany the idli and will go her little one's mouth. And that's when the clock chimed. She lifted her gaze to see the time. It was just 5 a.m.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Confession of a Teacher

As this is my second year in teaching world, let me share with you interesting things about teaching.

Teaching is the prime job which has evolved right from the beginning. Our best and kindest teacher is our mom. Without her, one would have never been able to judge between right and wrong. Parents moulded us and imbibed the right values, isn't it?

Siblings - If you have a over achieving sibling then problem comes uninvited as you get to listen on how they have succeeded and how you should be like them. They are the role models you agree or disagree. Whatever it is, even while fighting and caring, these bunch of siblings promises to give you much to learn from each other.

Next are the set of teachers who gave us values in our curriculum and made our CV stand apart from others.

Our peer groups - We always hear that one should be in right peer group or circle. Why? because they are also included in the circle of influence. They give us everyday thoughts and learnings that one learns along with pleasure and fun.

Wrong people - We should thank them as they tell us how not to be.

Our spouse - Love teaches us too. Not being critical on love as I respect love in my walks of life. Love is not all mushy. Love teaches us to be brave. Love teaches us not to be rude and impolite. Above all Love teaches us to love more.

Students are so smart and alert that they will grow and prosper if one gives proper teaching and imparts knowledge in a right way. I love my students and enjoy this world of education, stationery, paper, computer, labs and etc.

Teach well, Learn well.