(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – III)
Unit: The Road Not Taken
What’s your ambition?(The same old innocent question)
I was pretty sure of the statistics for the answers.
As usual one-third of the class proudly claimed they want to be doctors. What kind? No idea. That’s fine.
Each one of you loves to be one? What’s the main attraction?
And the prestige?
Yes, yes, of course!!
So that means you would ‘love’ to be with sick people all your working hours? How many of you – now?
To my utter dismay, NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
Oh, what did I do? Did I ruthlessly eradicate a batch of doctors? Sorry, that was not my intention.
Wait! There were two – but one, a wannabe politician and the other a wannabe journalist. But a politician… and a journalist… and the sick…?
Think of that teacher who doesn’t want to be with students, that salesman who doesn’t want to be with customers, that vet who doesn’t want to be with animals…
Now I know what’s wrong with the doctors these days.
Now I am thinking what I can do to help (at least some of) my wannabe doctors to be REAL doctors.
(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – II)
She couldn’t answer –
Meet me later.
What is the problem, dear?
Hmm… no more questions.
Let me know when you are ready.
She was late again-
Third day in a row.
No reply – as usual.
Her shabby uniform,
Were no good signs.
Time to poke my nose.
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Tagged children, Fear, Girls, Poem, Poetry, Scared, School, Students, Tension
In those moments of peace
There was nothing to stir
the tranquility of her mind.
Bored by the stillness and monotony
the mind had curled up somewhere.
Then the message beep!
Surprisingly she decided to check.
OMG! How come?!
Did he…? How can he…?
The mind woke up
She could feel
the pressure build up,
the breathing quicken
the stomach cramp.
She read it again, to confirm
before the explosion.
Only to realize – her prejudices
had pulled a prank on her.
(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – I)
She readily agreed to get into the Barnie costume.
May be she enjoyed it, may be she just did it
without even second thoughts.
She stood out in that pretty purple – in every way!
Did/could she actually see
the twinkle in the eyes of the kids,
the surprise on the teachers’ faces,
all the smiles that she induced?
Just a costume could do all that!
Still, we hesitate to make the faces bloom.
Ashamed of looking silly?
The anonymity involved is not worth it?
Thank you, Lamis!
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Tagged Barnie, Costume, Joy, Kids, Schoo, Welcome
Of late being under the spell of minimalism I am trying to bring it into my posts too. My posts? Yes, another attempt to come back after yet another tough year of losses!
I am in search of the simple joys of life.
Well, this is the plan. Being a teacher I get to know and experience a lot of interesting situations at school. They may not be special or even significant, but they are the stories I enjoy sharing with my family every day. So in the days to come I wish to post them for all those who happen to be here.
Hope you will enjoy them too.
I have never seen
the fluffy snow,
the meandering rivers,
the undulating deserts,
the towering mountains,
the dark depths of the oceans,
the carnival of northern lights.
I haven’t yet
stepped out of my pond.
Some day I may.
But the walls they build –
they worry me.
What if, when I’m ready
the walls are way too high?
I have never seen them.
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Tagged building walls, Nature, Poem, Poetry, scenery, Walls
But, what if…?
The next moment
I weigh harder.
I go for it!
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Tagged Confusion, Decision, Future, poems, Poetry, Uncertainty
Can I be
all alone – just
you and me?
As the night murmurs
I shall listen peacefully.
Proud to grasp
the wind’s whispers,
I may nod calmly.
queer and exotic,
as the music
of the trees,
and my soul
swirls and merges,
I truly live.
At this point
I start wondering –
What have I done?
Have I been doing it right?
Is there an undo option?
Can I start all over again?
Where are the roads?
Through the gloom I grope around.
They say there is light at the end
But for me seeing is believing.
I am waiting for my albatross.
Or have I already killed it?
Am I being plagued by its spirit?
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Tagged Dilemma, Experience, Future, Hope, Journey, Life, Poem, Poetry
Given up grumbling
And taken up yearning.
Yearning for the impossible.
Wait a minute – impossible?
My body is weighing me down.
The weight loss didn’t help,
The dropping BMI doesn’t satisfy.
I now relate better to the anorexic.
Not just a size zero,
but only zero weight would gratify.
The vast universe is calling
But with this demanding body –
a liability – how far can I go?
I don’t care about eating,
cleaning, rest – I’ve no time!
My soul, too enormous,
has been squeezed into this fragile form
Where he chokes, frantically knocks,
And moans in distress.
I beg him to wait
till I’m done with my chores.
Till tomorrow? Next year?
Till my kids have grown up?
I don’t know!
But he is in misery, he signals.
Every earthly moment kills.
The universe is calling!
I dream of blending in with it
Feeling its infinity with each atom.
Atom? Or just energy?
The universe keeps calling,
My soul is desperate