Thoughts on Life as a Teacher
was clinging on to the last straw… drowning now… the house is shut and still.. the wind blows, bleak and shrill… no thats just a bit of nonsense.. shows how my mind is working.. well whatever hope i had has vanished today..the feeling of weakness, helplessness and aimlessness has overcome me completely… there is no…
i have been told i am not a very physically expressive person… except maybe with my niece… i dont like to sit too close to people.. even if i have known them all my life… i am not the hand holding kinds… when girls around me cry, i have often been told by those around…
am not very clear as to why i am writing this.. or for that matter what i want to write.. aunty and uncle, i want you to know what a fabulous son you’ve raised… he is intelligent, a perfectionist, committed to his work, focussed, sensible and yet sensitive towards all around him… and he may…
“I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you.” ‘love grows over the distance’.. or so i have often heard… i’ve grown up believing this to be the favourite quote of the insensible.. people living in a fool’s paradise.. wanting to convince themselves of things that have no…
last thursday was crazy… in the morning, i had no clue how i was going to survive it… i started from my place at about 9 in the morning.. for some strange reason, i got a parking space easily. which i think was the first sign that it was going to be a crazy day……
i, like many my age, have several issues with the well accepted traditional arranged marriage system so integral a part of “our indian culture”. a lot of my friends, particularly men, have asked me often, “do you believe in arranged marriages?” i always asked, what’s there to believe? the system’s right here in front of…
No I havent seen the movie so it is not about that… What has triggered this one is a series of events… one of which, the most significant one, infact, is that I have been waiting to turn 30 forever now… Now I have no fascination or the lack of it for growing old, but…
A Celebration with Contradictions Every year, Teachers’ Day is celebrated with great fanfare in various educational institutions across the country on 05th September. It is often seen that a majority of teachers stay away from political and administrative positions. In such a situation, it is indeed a matter of pride that a teacher was chosen…
I was a fairly underconfident teen in 1994. As the new academic session began, our class was asked to move to the ‘big’ building in school that housed the senior secondary classes. I wasn’t excited but I had recently started loving some subjects. English and science in particular. In class nine, in a substitution period,…
The title of this post is inspired. I read this chapter in a book where the author talks about mice and mould in American classrooms and the frustration that teachers experienced from having to teach in less than healthy physical conditions. Sometimes you read something that sticks with you. Mushrooms, Mice and Mould Shalaby in…
