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Hello there!

If you are coming here for the first time
You don’t know me as such
But that’s okay.

If you read me deeply,
Well then you definitely know me. 🙂

Well- Come!
Welcome anyways.

This is after quite a few years I am using word-press to add in “Snippets of me”

Today, I am a Teacher at OPJMS School, Hisar – the most prestigious one here, pays good; but sometimes, the trend in Education in India, I feel needs a huge change. This frustrates me personally but of course, like everyone says, how can one person herself, can bring a change? I have always thought the opposite – why not?
You start with your classrooms, your own kids at home and though it’s not an easy task to juggle with being a working woman (sorry I am a little biased here. Men if they helped, I would have included them) It’s from what I see at my school, my colleagues, all women majorly – I salute the ones who balance that work life.
Yes, you reading here – I salute you. 🙂

Since COVID -19, suddenly everyone understands how far or rather left -behind we are.. ..teaching norms here, still remain strongly out-dated. Schools in general, fail to have equipments, they just follow CBSE norms on the surface. While education has evolved, most of us still follow –
TEACH (syllabus targeted) CORRECT (the endless notebooks) COME to school and LEAVE.

It’s like EAT, SLEEP and REPEAT.
I do not understand what’s the rush to just ‘book-educate’ the child?? The world has evolved. What we are teaching in school is surely not preparing them for future. Smart Classes are here but what about the teacher training?? In fact, in my personal opinion, even the smart classes softwares are not properly structured. The ones that I have come across are largely just scattered information without the grade levels or even quality material to study.

It’s become such a race to just earn money and fulfil the basic stuff. Often, I wonder, how are we going to handle kids with such delicate brains into this world, rat-race, food-chain, society and all that blah-blahs – properly.

Lack of child psychological support to the core has become just a formality because we just are not left with anytime to pay attention to a child’s need individually.

But I also think, NOW, that all of us have been hit with reality, things are gonna change. We all will flourish. We have children from varied backgrounds, usually classified as Average, above Average and Below Average – how sad that is!? Why can’t we be more productive- helping each other, appreciating, being kind – i wonder.

Working from home should be like an option given. Teachers time-tables should be thoughtful and spread equally. Ah!
All these matters in my head are popping in every now and then. I am not doubting the calibre of teachers, here, it’s the whole EDUCATION SYSTEM that needs to get structured. With so many opportunities, multiple professions across the globe, where, people can make money by just following their passion. I wonder where do WE stand? We are still stuck in a cycle of engineers, doctors, and IAS, IPS and the likes. Today doctors are being saluted, policemen are being appreciated which is such a good sign but there’s still artist community largely ignored in India. Teaching Humanities is very important , I believe.

Of course interest of the child matters. Their aptitudes must be checked, parents should be counselled. i think this can come eventually. If the world stops like this, once a while 🙂

I mean, look at the beautiful skies, the decrease in pollution levels. focus on positive aspects of the tragedy.

I feel deeply sad for the people and families struggling with Covid, much still being diagnosed and all. But I have this strong gut feeling – we are going to sail through, we will emerge as Winners, be it  in science, technology, engineering — today everyone’s together fighting the crises.

I wish all of us good luck.
Stay safe.

N

 

 

 

 

Phase in my Life

Though tired of my falls and the rise
I think, I have sort of acclimatised
to the life I have inside me and 
the life outside of me.

It still amuses me
how interesting a life can be
that has cycles of 
depression
aggression
repression, regression,
and various other ‘shuns’
turning into 
progression
satisfaction
minus the expectation(s)
Will this lead to an exhilaration?
Well, that isn’t the question.
At least,
not in the moment.
Yes,
some things lie dormant
but of course,
life can never be stagnant
… not for me
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this life is, i think…
in fact a strange juxtaposition.

Life and a bit of Its Philosophy

Today, I read it somewhere,
“If you had never made any mistakes, you’d never have learned a thing, and if you never learn, you never grow. Who wants to live like that?”

– Not me! prompt came a reply inside my head. I am someone who loves life. It’s been hard, yes, but then what is life if it doesn’t have its shares of lows and highs? And fears and struggles? And joys and sorrows? And of course, Mistakes.

(This Miss Takes or Risks! Excuse me, that is self-talk.)

How would one know the importance of a night if they don’t experience a day? Or how would one feel the light of joy that comes after some grief or a deep dark slumber? Things are easy said/typed than done but I walk this path of life experiencing life in every little thing from a tiny little ant, to the dew drops, from a simple box to the stars and from planets Earth, Venus to Mars (Ok, that came in just to rhyme!)

So, what is life actually – the BIG question people ask themselves or others; wandering in their day-today life, trapped in a societal scrutiny and their respective roles and jobs. I say, they actually need to stop. BREATHE. And breathe a bit more to feel the air rushing through their nostrils into their lungs and exhale what ever confusion or chaos they feel. It is an advice unasked for but I wish to write what my take on certain things are.

Breathing helps a big deal as in the hubbub of life that runs around paying bills, providing and protecting or being responsible and practical, chasing something people themselves are unsure of takes the energy they should also have for themselves.

Prioritise yourself because if you don’t– how would you take care of others who are dependent on you or how will you do things that you really want to?

So I repeat, breathe and breathe and breathe till you feel your nerves settling down and till you feel a bit of your comfortable self. Just breathe.

Life is nothing but living/feeling the present. As most of the spiritual philosophies also put it in different ways or manners or techniques and thoughts.

The problem I think is that people talk and they talk and talk, rarely listen. So when they listen, they must follow as they took somebody’s energy and time to let their emotions out and ‘sort of’ ask help. On the other hand, the listener let others feelings seep in and probably learns a few things about himself/herself and says/offers things/suggestions wholeheartedly, hoping the speaker will understand and follow or at least give the talk a thought, deciding what suits him or her in the end.

We of course do what WE will really want to. Like that silly saying goes “Suno sab ki, Karo mann ki!” 

Life is such, it will offer you choices and tell you opinions. It will be rough at times and smoother some times. At other times, it will just be. So, live it the way it is and work towards the way you want it to be.

I think that is enough of a moral lecture, for me and for you and for anyone who reads it.

So, see you in the next post, may be?

Till then – Breathe. Be in the moment. Relish the feelings the moment offers. Let thoughts come and go by. Don’t stick to one particular thought. After all these are only thoughts – our brain has its job to do. It creates thoughts but you have the power to drive them away or let them stay. So, choose what you want. Choose what suits you better than what will suit others. Listen to your heart and yes, please don’t deny what the mind also tries to emphasise plus be aware of your loved ones or whose life is affected by your words/actions.

It is a tough balance but again it isn’t impractical to fill your own-self and also the people around you, i mean, people who matter.

I know this isn’t as easy as these words make it sound but try it, this isn’t impossible either. No matter where you are, who you are, which barriers you might have to cross or be enclosed in; you can still be free and be yourself.

Aah.. I guess that is enough. 🙂

Have a good day.
N

What is Love

What is love?

I don’t want to make it a question
I don’t want to take it as an equation
So, how about
I put it this way-
What is love.
or this way-
What is love (.)
Well, rather it best suits
if I just say Love
No question marks, no boundaries,
No full-stops and no inverted commas either.
A capital L is okay, I guess.

Many a times people have asked me.

‘Why me? I have no specific answers.’
Being the person I am, I go with the flow
I trust, and what the future holds
I never want to know.

Love is something that can not really be defined
It is that little something which isn’t even blind
It is  awareness and it is self growth
It doesn’t creep upon you as a moth.

If it’s a man-woman kind of love
It wraps you.
Yes, love will always want to possess
It expects, it responds, it gives you the highs
And the lows to create a bond.

It will make you go through emotions
An array of all the possible emotions
But does that mean it restrains?
Or tie you down to just REMAIN?
It is then time to look beyond that upper layer of love
Uncover the depths, move towards burying the surface
Reveal the source.
Meanwhile,
It might come as something that makes you go through
The best and the worst of you and
In you.

I believe,
It is a feeling, an experience– a bigger something
that is the root of everything in our universe.

Not many would understand it, possibly because
Their experiences made them averse.
Averse to the emotion but definitely not averse to the feeling.

It is a feeling as repeatedly I say or type here
I know not if it is felt there
Love seals, love heals.

Love is the spring, the origin of just about everything.
It is not a concept or a mystery to be solved
It has made generations evolve physically
It is taken as generic and mostly answered typically or cynically.

But it is actually infinite, love sets a fire that ignites
The inner you, the real you, the surreal you.
It is a connection, joy and affection with its share of other emotions
As a human experiences it through,
But it certainly doesn’t cease to burn or shine, it doesn’t die.
It gives you the strength to fly, to rise high above all desires
It isn’t to be confused with lust or that passionate fire!

I don’t know if I am making sense
I analyse nothing as such
I feel, I be, I give, I sprinkle it around
Not expecting, it should turn around.

Darn! That is enough for me to go on something
that can NEVER be captured or explained or generalised into words.
So, I shall stop.

However, I have to emphasise;
For me , I believe love is a liberation
It is liberating…
Never fleeting.

(The end without a full stop)
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The Words

It is a different kind of head ache!

I do not have the copyrights for the image but 'googled' it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!
I do not have the copyrights for the image but ‘googled’ it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!

Poem?

My head aches
and it is a different kind of head ache

It is bursting with words…
and
I am getting no sleep.

The remedy
I thought, was to write

rather than forcing myself

to sleep tight..uptight.

My head aches
and yes it is a different kind of head ache-

The words in my head are conflicting
there’s no use of resisting.

Yes, in my head,
they are forming thoughts..
good, bad and ugly,
fun, cheerful and bubbly.

These thoughts triggered by words-
they walk, jog, crawl, stroll,
run and swim…
Unquestionably,
come and go at their own whim.

It is probably

an odd head

that makes me sit up

in my bed.

And the fact is that
this headache
has no reason
or a rhyme
but the clock ticks
by its time.

Words break..brake

and I stay quite..quiet

Words make, words create

disappoint or appreciate

But I have got a head ache
and I can not sleep..

while these words
these mighty words
ponder at their ease, play sweep.

Words can drive you crazy
but they heal
and they seal…
Mind you,words are a big deal.

So,
let’s handle them with care
I want to share because
if you do not,
you too will have a headache

And yes, now you know..
it will be a different kind of headache!!

🙂

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And I am sleeping now.

That was some pill worked on me!!

 Last updated on February 7, 2012

Poem of me.

What would it be like being a Washing Machine?
What would it be like being a Washing Machine?

Flipping over my old notebooks to find a contact number, I found this poem penned in the City Library of Melbourne!

Those of you read me know that I have a habit of simply venting out the chaos in my mind, writing it down and sometimes share that here on the Snippets.

Actually I write.. release the emotions and then forget as I let them out on paper!
Amongst many phases in my life, this one’s quoted on 13th July 2009 being published on WP tonight. Strange & funny, I feel now, reading it but that’s the way it is. Enjoy the poetry while I try to figure out how it happened?

New to Melbourne then, i was trying to settle..and you will read below the impacts of being ‘not so’ settled!

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Fear – of the unknown,
it takes me over…

Why-I try to find out
and feel an emptiness, a hollow;
with-in
which needs a shower…

A shower
to wash off this intense feeling,
to rinse off the guilt
and need a thorough cleaning…

YES, spin-it on…and spin it off..
tread the path of self-healing…

Ah! Just a phase..I tell myself,
face it to let go of it!!

Wish..
I were a washing machine.
Switch ON
Turn to ‘Auto’ mode;
Dip,Wash,Rinse & Spin –

DRY.
Ready for another wash??

—————–This was scribbled inside my NB——————–
Washing Machine Spin --lol I am happy finding this poem in my notebook!