NEED'S ANALYSIS

There's comes a time, a testing time , a struggling time a time when everything goes against your will with no fault of yours. Your good intentions are interpreted as bad and you are left wondering. Sometimes we become so helpless!!!
Well, that's what my present situation is like in the famous 'M' block. Every minute is a struggle for both of us;my student’s sole aim is to disrupt and not have any learning take place and mine to keep them 'on task' under every struggle. At the beginning it was fun to see how you could beat all their tricks but then it's become a tedious, unwelcome job because I'm a teacher by profession, not a police woman!
Actually, I think I'm considered worse ...which is terrible.
I wonder why these young lads are so demotivated when there's just a month for the academic year to wind up.
Is it because things are getting too monotonous?
Or is it because this whole cycle has been one long stretch with no break of any sort?
Or is it because we've had no activities, no funand learning ?
I wish I had an answer but to be honest my situation has been worse. I've been like leaf blown by a strong wind with destination unknown. I've been on the move, here, there and every where, discovering every nook and corner of my workplace. It's good in a way, in future or in case of emergency I won't get lost. While cycle 2 was a ‘breeze’, cycle 3 is no doubt a 'tornado' of the worst kind ever.
At times I wonder if I'm in the right place, there's total distortion and my attempt at bringing about any kind of order is a vain attempt simply because it’s too late.
So at this critical moment I'm doing a serios' NEED'S ANALYSIS' and it's difficult. A successful teacher is one who moulds a character it is said and my attempt is just that. Knowledge from books can be passed on, that's not a challenge but how do I teach these lads to be gentlemen? How do I mould them? How do I win their favor? How do I change their perspective of things? How do I make them love school and school work? How do I teach them to walk and talk, sit and stand?
Well, I'm still analyzing and hoping that soon, very soon I'll find the answers to my questions.
Till then the analysis is onnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

DREAM

We live in dreams and in our dreams capture illusory moments
that sets us afloat to a height unknown and unfathomable to the Real World.
In the lightness of an inflated balloon and down feathers
we conquer the 'Higher Realm' and for that fraction of a moment live our ‘Utopia’,
Then like Icarus,swollen in pride, we fail to heed, we become prey to our desire
and fall the lowest fall that knows no redemption, no forgiveness.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Colours of spring!

Spring is in the air and one can feel its warmth everywhere. Its vibrant hue can uplift any spirit! Ushering in spring is nature way of adding that healing touch, of rejuvenating dying hearts and getting rid of the dead of winter. With spring comes LIFE and HOPE! Nature is at its best; flowers blossom, butterflies flutter, the Sun is mellow and the wind gentle.
I still remember the April flowers all in bloom in my school garden and the celebration of HOLI, with all of us smeared in colored powder, literally living the colors of nature. To be honest I have no idea what significance this festival has. It's rather risky since people take full liberty at flinging colors at anyone, pouring water which can be a concoction of anything and offering a greenish gooey substance of a drink called 'bhang' that can null all the senses in a way none of the known drinks can. And yes, the fervor with which the festival is observed can deafen one's sense of hearing. These days, it's difficult to find melody in a song .
This is one festival I would never wish to be a part of. Such a beautiful season should have an environment and sense-friendly ways of ushering, that’s solely my opinion.
I for one am glad the season of spring has renewed old ties. Now my life is a garden with flowers of friendship blooming in all vibrancy and hue. Life is worth living once again!

THE CROWN PRINCE AT HIS BEST

Poetry

~~ Beauty of a Woman ~~

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With time, only grows..

'I went to Heaven's supermarket and picked up flowers of faith,cards of salvation and perfume of joy but I didn't pay because JESUS had already paid for you and me on the CROSS.'

Received this message from Shashank, my student from SAS, KPG, this morning and I wept 'tears of joy'.