What you feel is all you are!

  You never stop learning & developing, There’s always a wick within you that glows, even when you think you are flickering.                                   It keeps you, from turning mundane,                 To a person who has a mind, lively and sane.   It is of different types, having varied characteristics, Jazzy and loud, serene and composed, opulent and swanky, literary and scholastic.                It may be ingenious, it may be latent,               Either way, it’s better than being quiescent. Some use it to avoid being a mess, some to release their energy that was stressed, Some use it to speak out, which was in their sub-conscious mind, compressed.               You may doubt its development, wonder whether you are in this field a misfit,               Trust me, if it’s meant to be your part,               Things will happen, which will whirlwind you across the orbit. It can pop up anytime, you just need to show interest, A hobby is one,

    Khilta hua gulab dekho, ugta hua sooraj dekho, Baarish ki pehli boondh dekho, ho dulhan ki nazaakat sa. Maa ka pyaar dekho, Papa ka dulaar dekho, Bhai-behen ka rishta dekho, ho aasmaan kea nth sa . Bachon ki khushi dekho, Bholepan ki moorat dekho, Unki ek haseen dekho, ho chattaan pighlane sa. Yaaron ki dosti dekho, college ki masti dekho, Semester ka anth dekho, ho toofan ki gati sa. Sapne-wali job dekho, Promotion ka delay dekho, Frustration unki dekho, ho ichhadhaari nag sa. Sadak ki traffic dekho, Mobile ke tower dekho, Bharat ki aabadi dekho, ho pradushan ke dhool sa. Unchi ghar ke imaarat dekho, rehnewale ko dekho, Unki bhaagam-bhaagi dekho, ho cheenti ki fitrat sa. Phone ka impact dekho, sabki daastaan dekho, Har koi paas, phir bhi dekho; ho amber aur dhara sa. Paani ki bahaav dekho, Garmee ka sooraj dekho, Thand ki thandaai dekho, ho waqt ki raftaar sa. Ishq ka junoon dekho, Jung ka eylaa

He came to meet her, all dressed in blue, Was pleasantly surprised, to see her colour-twinned                      She sat there, elegant and pril,           Her dress adorned her, surrounded her with its frill He had a tie, as white as a duck, Which flowed through the middle of his shirt, all down his neck            Her nature, the highest degree of calmness,           His too, except for the seasonal roar when stressed Her ends nurtured nature’s gift, trees, Keeping them alive, a sight pleasing to the eyes             Her appearance is pure and clear, like the crystal ball,           Donning unending patience, save the occasional God’s overhaul He is spread all over the planet, his ends no one has seen, His acquaintances in white trail him, enhancing his sheen            Away in a corner, stood a spectator,           Imprinting in mind, all the beauty she witnessed It’s  a sight to behold, which turns you bereft of speech, This is the tale of the sky, the sea and the one on the bea

We are born unaware, of language and its semantics, Let’s delve in to learn, in the ocean of Linguistics.           Observed through the generations, introduced in the Pedagogy,            Let’s learn about human nature in Social via Psychology. Explanation of a plethora of stories and events is a mystery, Which can be best described, by History.             Eternally amazed we may be, by the surrounding topography,             The intricate details of which, may be found in Geography. To follow the rules, be safe and be without flaw, Let’s have a closer look, at Civics and Law.               Study of autocracy, democracy and good governance,               Let’s find them all, in a sub-unit known as Political Science. Making informed decisions, by watching the market conditions, Let’s focus a bit into, the Laws of Economics.                            Treatment of everyone with equality, is one of the etymology,               To learn a

We have been trapped, in a lot of chaos, We’re constantly surrounded by, new gadgets and sciences.. We are always on a run, trying to grab all opportunities, Often unable to handle everything, shuffling all priorities.. Madam Maria Montessori too stressed, on a no fairy-tale principle, For real life is harsh too, not always supple.. What then, do you do to detox yourself? For unfortunately, we do not have any magical elf… Being able to detach oneself from all these, A distant dream often remains… Thoughts of taking a break occasionally linger around, raising the level of temptation, Obstructing the work, which lure with hikes and promotion.. Nonetheless, with determination do travel to another shore, Which will awaken your aesthetic side, appreciate nature all the more… Once a while, lose yourself to the silence, To discover a new insight, which may add to your radiance! 

How do you think, a teacher’s tribe was born, Unaware we are, nonetheless no martyr we mourn. She possesses the wonder of ten heads working at a time, Tending to answer the queries of curious minds, with an attitude as rime. All of her tribe are experts at doing everything efficiently and ranking as one, Save some novices, who may be jack of all, master of none. Her hands reach out to the four extremes of behaviours of her students, At times eight, to coax and convince pestering parents. The whole of her dedicates, to the well-being of her students to be rightly led, By the mercy of the Saviour, on the cross whose heart bled.

Here is a story, I narrate, Sure of which I am, many of you relate.         Fondly I remember, of a childhood I had,             Where we had cognitive development, sans an IPad. Psychomotor skills, were developed naturally, Sadly which are now, imposed forcefully.               Pe aceful and calm, were our composure,            Contrary to what we face today, constant pressure. Memories were recorded, in diary and slambook, As opposed to today, where we store them on Facebook.             There is a huge difference, between now and then,            The present day, that’s losing connection with pen. Carefree were those days, happy too, A story which could be unbelievable, to the generation new.

CORRUPTION – The minute we hear this word, we are reminded of the politicians flooding our television screens, red-tapism in government offices and entire schema we can associate with it. This also encourages nepotism, where half-hearted or uninterested wards are pushed into the field by their preceedors, the working of which they have limited or no knowledge, which is tampered with as per vested interests and idiotic decisions which invariably has adverse effects on the common man. Corruption has become so common in our lives that it can be compared to mangoes being available in winter. So how did this come into being? Who has spear-headed this practice? No one knows! This slow poison destroys the lives of many; a lot of deserving candidates’ opportunities, many financially weak families who cannot afford to satisfy the whims and fancies of corrupt bureaucrats, the list is endless. Why does it still exist? Its nature of encompassing and dominating lives, offering te

I’m sure most of you must have come across this story on Facebook or some other social media. Let’s revisit it. A daughter goes to her mother all unhappy and sad with the present situation in her life. She tells her woes to her mother, who, in turn, boils 3 pots of water and puts in carrots, eggs and coffee beans in each of the pot. They wait for some time; the daughter gets restless but her mother pacifies her and asks to wait. After a few more minutes, the mother turns off the flames and fishes out the carrots and eggs. She asks her daughter to describe about the carrots turning soft and eggs turning hard. She shows the pot of coffee and asks her to describe that too whereupon the daughter says that the beans have released an aroma. The story concludes by the mother explaining about the reactions of 3 different things facing the same situation. She emphasizes on the reaction of the coffee beans and asks her daughter to have patience till the unfavourable phase passes a

    Look before you leap, Think before you speak, Teaches you not to fall prey, to unfavourable tweak. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched, A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, Teaches you not to be greedy, day-dream and rush. Don’t upset the apple-cart, Don’t put the cart before the horse, Teaches you to prioritise and be nice to everyone, lest with your behaviour, should you be filled with remorse. Rome wasn’t built in a day, Slow and steady wins the race, Teach you to instill in you hardworking nature and perseverance, in this world which is fast-paced. Great minds think alike, Birds of same feather flock together, More often than not you find this to be convenient, as differing opinions may sometimes bother. Save for a rainy day, A stitch in time saves nine, Teach you to notice everything and plan, factors which are prime. Physician, heal thyself, Practice what you preach, Teach you to correct your wrongdoings, be an example y

They say, “Teaching is a noble profession”, Irrespective of whichever nation.         Many don’t know, what goes into the making,       Of a teacher, who tries to hold everything, from   breaking. Understanding, adorable, hardwork, perseverance, They ain’t just words, but elements of a furnace.       Where individuals are melted, conditioned and mould,       To teachers, who may be metaphored as gold. They are made to be, like iron and steel, Impossible to break, but sensitive enough to feel.       Important it is, to carve a niche for oneself,       In every small heart, a unique shelf. It is hard for a subject to leave an impression, A teacher is one, who helps students build a connection.       A teacher is a guide, a shining light,      Who chisels her subject, to her students’ delight. Customising explanation of theories, according to students’ understanding, Be it Newton, Maslow, Chanakya or Einstein.        Gatheri