A Teacher’s Day- in and out!

                                               

    

The clock- cock crows ‘ding-dong’

The eyeballs like football ‘roll and roll’

The leg-wings bring the body to the kitchen

The kitchen door opens wide with a ‘bur.’

 The feet of the teacher touch no floor,

 For they are the first seed tennis players.

 From kitchen-store to the storage cold

 The teacher dances a ’Kutchipudi’ grand.

 The time when turns eight in the morning,

The meals get arranged ready in the dining.

One likes ‘Dossa’, one likes ‘Idli’, another yet

Shows no deal without ‘chappatis’ hot.

Pulling the  bag from the stand at the top

The teacher carries her body to the bus stop.

The ‘ton- ton' of the first bell receives the teacher

And the lub-dub of her heart goes undetected.

The children's hubbub, a Pandora’s Box opens ;

Her sweet- word-keys locks the box well.

Here comes God the student-centric learning

To adopt in teaching, modern modes and methods.

What does the producer mean by the words?

God even knows not the exact sense.

Apply the authorities their fanciful thoughts;

Link them no way to meaningful learning.

The teachers are just like the blind men four.

Some say,” It is the trunk of the elephant,
 ‘No-no’ another says, " It is the tail so long”.

Others opine, “Winnowing ears or pillar-like legs.”

 Knows the teacher the exact mould  

To shape the young minds present in class.

The body forms a simple pendulum 

Oscillating up down and left and right.

The extra-work gift is the gratuity,
Greeting the teacher in her activity.

From up, hang the do’s and don’ts 

And her will and wit follow she can't.

As her head gets meddled with a hell,

The clock strikes the strokes of relief.

No doubt, a teacher soulful with spirit

And so is visible her tangible zeal.

The clock- cock crows ‘ding-dong’

The eyeballs like football ‘roll and roll’

The leg-wings bring the body to the kitchen

The kitchen door opens wide with a ‘bur.’

 The feet of the teacher touch no floor,

 For they are the first seed tennis players.

 From kitchen-store to the storage cold

 The teacher dances a ’Kutchipudi’ grand.

 The time when turns eight in the morning,

The meals get arranged ready in the dining.

One likes Dosa, one likes Idli, another yet

Has no agreement without Chappatis hot.

Pulling the bag from the stand at the top

The teacher carries her body to the bus stop.

The ton- ton of the first bell receives the teacher

And the lub-dub of her heart goes undetected.

Hubbub by children, a Pandora’s Box opens ;

Her sweet- word-keys lock the box well.

Here comes God, the student-centric learning

To adopt in the teaching, most modern methods.

What does the producer mean by modern?

God even knows not the exact sense.

Apply the authorities their fanciful thoughts;

Link them they, no way to meaningful learning.

The teachers are just like the blind men four.

Some say,” It is the trunk of the elephant,

 "No-no", some say, "It is the tail so long.”

And others say, “Winnowing ears or pillar-like legs.”

 Knows the teacher the exact mould  

To shape the young minds present in class.

The body forms a Simple Pendulum 

Oscillating up down and left and right.

The extra-work gift is the gratuity,

Greeting the teacher in her activity.

From up, hang the do's and don’ts 

And her will and wit follow she can not.

As her head gets meddled with a hell,

The clock strikes the strokes of relief.

No doubt, a teacher is soulful with spirit

And so is visible her tangible zeal.

 Her body flight at three o'clock,  takes off, 

And it does land at the land of her home.

The body seeks the kitchen corner

To see the completion of the day’s work left.

Ten is the time when she nears mother Sleep

And the mother fondles her keeping in lap.

“Oh! God, if you grant me a birth another,”

She prays, “Make me sure a teacher again.”

  

 

Her body flight, takes off three o'clock 

And it lands at the land of her dear home.

The body seeks the kitchen corner

To see the completion of the day’s work left.

Ten is the time when she nears mother ‘Sleep’

And the mother fondles her keeping in lap.

“Oh! God if you grant me a birth another,”

She prays, “Make me sure a teacher again.”

Sarala.

  

 

The Man in the Desert

    

A man in the city

Thought people’s cupidity.

He thought to burke it.

He swore, he went away

With the hell of dependency.

He walked the upward slope

Until the woods nearby.

Rested under trees for a while.

But animals, some with their pile

Went howling unworried.

And birds in their style

Went flying unhindered.

He thought the woods unsafe

He thought to burke it.

He swore , he went away

With the hell of. dependency.

He walked the onward slope

Until the deserts beyond

To await the pleasure of blazing sun.

But alas! To know him abandoned

As no man in his age

Would like to change a page.

He went back to the city

When reality dawned

That no man in human

Would prefer a lone ring.

As in the city, the throng

In the woods, our nature

In the desert, the sand

Are lonely paths unheeded.

Preetha Nair

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Bury the Worries in Wishes the Best

I remember the turning point of a woman’s life against her ambition that she embraced whole heartedly for long. She had numerous ambitions enormous in size, from the childhood itself. She wandered in a dreamland full of greenery and scenery playing in the field  catching fish in bath-towels. Yet her mind also lived in a world of  pomp and show. Just like any other child, she had spontaneous aspirations in plenty.  The first of her ambitions in the school age was to be a teacher, since only a teacher can be or will be the role-model of a school student. 

 As her brain and brawn grew up, her desire also augmented in size. Moreover her ambition passed through a series of metamorphoses, as it went on changing from situation to situation.  Her motto  differed, when she stepped into the campus of a college. In the college the grandeur of  the Botanical Garden with its flowers, fruits and fragrance caught her attention and fascinated her in high degree. So she thought of being a part of the flora and fauna of the college by occupying a seat of the lecture post. As time went on her yearning further amplified and conquered wide space in the horizon of desire. It flew in the vast sky without any nest for rest. It reached even the state of greed for amassing recognition. When once her maturity made her understand that all those feelings were mere folly, found usually in babyhood and teens, she experienced no difficulty in stepping down to reality. Hence no worries haunted her and all such undue wishes were buried in some other feasible plans. This female is none other than the one who scribbles these sentences.

 Why I narrated this story because the subject on which I would like to speak is ‘Worries and Wishes.’ I think wishes or hopes are the best blotting paper to absorb one’s miseries.

“Life is full of miseries. Desire is the cause of miseries. When you conquer desire, you will achieve happiness.” These sacred words jumped into the material world from the holy thoughts of Sri. Buddha. Well, only the Sri Buddha, a super human or people like Him, who have renounced the worldly life, can pronounce such ideals. If  the entire  human beings take a pavement, where the desire is immaterial, the total appearance of the Globe will be different. It would be just like ‘Maveli Nadu’. The question is how many of you  can exactly follow his principles. Very less or practically nil we can say.

  

Worries  approach you in varying intensity and density. They cause discomfort to the person concerned. Worries are microbes that eat away your peace of mind and physical health. They put you in qualms, hardships, anxiety,  uneasiness, sleeplessness, distress and even hatred towards things and people around  you. They may also put you on bed. Some people worry for no reasons.Worries may be of ‘worry for worry sake’, real worry and standby worry(a mask to escape from something). Worries make you deprived of many a thing, as it steels away your attention from the surroundings. Worries keep you away from attainments and achievements. Success  will be a  far-off dream. Worry means no desire, no desire means no pains and no pains mean no gains. Without pains and gains the world itself would look barren and it won’t be able to host and maintain the inhabitants.

Is there any remedy to overcome the worries? Of course, desire or wish is the best remedy to worries. Life without a desire will be a desert without an oasis.  

Nevertheless  desire executes miracles in people’s lives. When it touches the bed-ridden with its wings, the latter might jump on to his limbs. At the credible presence of hope or wish even the distressed ones bear an open laughter on the face. Dream and desire only determines one’s destiny. Hope or wish for achievement twists the nature of stingy to spendthrift, cruel to kind, lazy to hardworking, atheist to staunch believer and the like.Everyday you awake with a fresh hope of trial and favorable result. Even the lovers strive through objections and restrictions on the basis of hope only. It may even embolden them for an elopement. That extent is equivalent to greed,which should be avoided at any cost. Hope or ambition only leads you, guides you and drives you from disappointment.

 Desirable desire is essential, but greed is never a need. Rather it is a dangerous affair that hoards troubles for the bearer. At the same time the dearth of longing for something allows idleness, suicide, hatred, deceit, murder, destruction and all such atrocities to take place in the society and perform a ‘Thandava’. So why should you worry and make others worry? Utilize the time taken for anxiety to be in company with some creativity and that may earn you name and fame and currency and contentment. You can also form a band  with the inmates of woods, nests and nature to whisper and murmur to them your anxieties. Visiting an intimate person or traveling to a place of choice also diminishes your sorrows. Aspire for achievements, try for fulfillment of ambitions, keep great wishes and dream deep. You will own a mind devoid of the filth of jealousy, timidness ,inferiority and all such evils. Have thoughts of positive tint, so that positive vibes may nullify the negatives. Therefore you bury the worries in wishes the best or else the worries will burry you in darkness or solitude.

sarala