Bid good bye
All to the camera,
And for the camera!
The digital brains
Brimming with images, memories;
The real brains and hearts left to starve
Craving images, sounds, feelings, touches-
The neglected, wasted senses.
We are all busy
‘Acting out’ our lives.
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Tagged camera, digital, farewell, feelings, goodbye, parting, photos, poems, Poetry
Occasion: School assembly – World Environment Day .
Anchor: Coming up next, a group song by H and party!
Well, that would be a relief. We were intrigued too – environment day… song? Soon H and ‘party’ were on the stage – H in the middle and two girls each on her either side. H had on many previous occasions entertained us with both her solo and group performances. And it began – another typical school group song. The main singer, H, started with a song that did justice to the topic of the day. Her open, bold voice was a sure entertainer. Thus it went on.
So far, so good.
But soon the song ceased to ‘entertain’. H was still singing, but ALL ALONE, yet to be joined and supported by the chorus. It was almost half way into the song, but there was no sign of it being a ‘group’ song. We could no longer pay attention to H’s song. The other four girls stood rooted, perplexed, like the audience who by now were impatiently waiting for the other four to open their mouths. After all why were they there? What was their role? Were they simply accompanying H? Or did they forget their lines? Did they suddenly give up their plan to sing? Was it some kind of a sweet revenge on H? Was it the ultimate WE Day prank?
Within minutes the group/solo identity-confused performance was over. They were courteous enough to thank the patient audience before leaving the stage. Mesmerized by the nature of the performance, even the grade one students (most sincere applauders) forgot to applaud.
* * *
I knew the answer would come my way, and it did, shortly afterwards. H and party dropped by with the explanation. Yes, it was actually supposed to be a group song. They had all learned the lyrics. But due to lack of time they could not get a rehearsal together. The poor chorus had no idea when to take out their lines. And thus it ended up a solo! We had a good laugh.
Ever since, the English teachers of the school are found to be using this example for the Third Conditional (Gr.):
If the girls had practised the song together they would have ……… :)
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Tagged Assembly, bluper, chorus, Group, performance, School, song, stage
“Good! Next, you there, read out your answer, please.” F stood up and started preparing to read. Everything looked just fine, so far, but nobody knew those were the initial peaceful minutes of a slight thriller. Seconds passed by, and she was still preparing to read. A chuckle started to spread all over the class. The busy teacher became curious, and before losing herself to anger, confirmed F had been (physically and emotionally) all right. The friends had no evidence to prove it otherwise. F grew more pathetic and looked at her neighbour helplessly. The teacher, holding on to her last vestige of self-control, tried to encourage her to read. But alas, nothing happened! F was alarmingly quiet as if someone had accidentally pressed her mute button. She miserably gestured something to her friend who failed to decipher it. Already about five precious minutes from those final periods of the Term had been spent in anticipation of an answer that seemed infinitely remote. The chuckling had by now given way to a perplexed, uneasy silence. Ms. J. , unable to take it any more, stormed out of the class passing this verdict – “Call me when you are ready!” The confused class almost let out a cry, shocked by the disconcerting turn of events.
Ms. J. was at sea. Unlike many previous occasions, that day there was no homework defaulter, leaving no reason for the girls to worry about, or the teacher to take out her vehement sermon the nth time in two months. What must have gone wrong?
As Ms. J. sat there in her room, they arrived – F escorted by the beneficent school leader who of late had been sincerely carrying out her role as the helping angel for the ill-fated ones. “Teacher, she will read it.” Ms. J. readily agreed to the compromise. The angel was asked to leave. F looked desperate to let go the only shield against the likely onslaught of the annoyed teacher. Having no time to risk that favourable twist, F was released too.
No other story might have had a smoother ending. The teacher got back to the class, F read out her answers and the teacher continued from where she had stopped as if nothing had gone wrong.
But Ms. J is still waiting – for F to explain it all to her, someday.
Posted in Childhood, Education, Emotions, Life, Teaching/Teachers, Uncategorized, Worries
Tagged anecdote, class, classroom, Experience, incident, Life, School, Story, Students, trouble, Waiting
They trickle in
I can see them
On my eyelid screens,
I can almost touch them.
In all forms and shapes,
A hundred designs unique,
Melodies unvoiced .
Momentarily I even feel
They are mine!
Then I must be a genius!
They drift and soar
As I sink down
Into the depths
Of peaceful sleep.
By morning no trace left
And I seek them, in vain,
In the maze of my brain.
Now I know what makes
A genius a genius!
Falling in love
Was gravitation responsible
In any way?
It was there all along
Only that they ‘fell’ in it now.
They had been too rigid and smart
To ‘fall’ into that humble, heavenly pit.
Now, being more flexible,
The pit can hold them.
They have mellowed
So what about their form,
For the time being
They are two jolly good fellows.
That’s all they know,
All they need!
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Tagged Falling in love, Gravitation, Love, Poem, Poetry
I am obsessed with honesty –
Excuse me if I sound
It’s a wretched addiction,
An unfair expectation,
And a crazy passion,
An unrequited act.
Should I be so unrelenting?
Need I go mad
When others swerve?
Deeds of dishonesty
Are often left unfurled
Right on my way,
Just for me to see.
It’s a hoax, I fear.
The bull sees red
And goes hysterical!
Why not put an end
To this cruel game?
Let them do it,
But do me a favour –
Make me blind to it!
“Please stay”, I persisted,
Smiling, he left,
I liked that, and I like him.
What an anticlimax it would be if I explained the real story! So I leave it to your imagination.
“Change can be good but it’s always tough to let go of the past”
― Emily Giffin, Love the One You’re With
“Renew, release, let go. Yesterday’s gone. There’s nothing you can do to bring it back. You can’t “should’ve” done something. You can only DO something. Renew yourself. Release that attachment. Today is a new day!”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Time to thank the year for all its tests and lessons (not lessons and tests)!
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Tagged Letting go, Memories, New Year, Photo, Photography, photos