(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!
Posted in Blessings, Goodness, Goodness, Life, School, Uncategorized
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.
Posted in Blessings, Humanity, Life, Nature, Poetry, Society, Uncategorized
Tagged building walls, Nature, Poem, Poetry, scenery, Walls
But, what if…?
The next moment
I weigh harder.
I go for it!
Posted in Blessings, Emotions, Life, Poetry, Uncategorized, Worries, Writing
Tagged Confusion, Decision, Future, poems, Poetry, Uncertainty
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?
Posted in Emotions, Life, Uncategorized, Worries
Tagged Dilemma, Experience, Future, Hope, Journey, Life, Poem, Poetry
but I won’t give up.
I set out
on this journey –
from room to room.
This room, that room,
the other room – the end.
Creating – Repeat.
Yoga for relaxation,
Yoga for flat belly,
Power yoga –
Two sessions a day!
I open the windows
only to close it –
struck by the desert summer.
shall I hang on?!
Posted in Creativity, Emotions, Home, Life, Poetry, Summer, Uncategorized, Worries
Tagged boredom, Grumbling, Poem, Poetry, Vacation
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.
Posted in Blessings, Celebrations, Emotions, Humanity, Nostalgia, School, Uncategorized
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 ……… 🙂
Posted in Celebrations, Childhood, Education, Life, Memories, School, Uncategorized, Worries
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