words, thoughts, ideas
crystallize from nowhere
even as I struggle to fathom
where it is headed to
the urge to regurgitate is
so compelling that
I have to but put it up
sometimes I struggle
to understand the nervous
energy that propels thoughts
even risking comprehension
yet, I write
each time every time
from within to without
or vice versa
churning a medley
of rehashed remixes
floating in and out of consciousnesses
or just the same
time will tell
all I know is catharsis.
As always classrooms create magic.
A space of safety and trust, of beautiful exchanges, of ideas, of daring to ask, of willingness to tell and listen.
Sometimes it is willingness to cheer.
Something surreal happened in the classroom today as young 20 year olds shared their brilliant ideas of science and its application in our lives.
One of the speakers in the group is not used to speaking much. The last time he spoke, he did not manage to stand for a minute. He also revealed a tendency to cluck his tongue which the audience took up in good fun.
Perhaps he didn’t like it. Perhaps it helped him to decide to try harder.
Because today, when he spoke and he clucked his tongue a few times, and though some among the audience took it up, he continued speaking for a full 2 minute and a half. He did not stop. He was determined to speak his mind and the class broke into thunderous applause at his courage and perseverance.
A small wall just collapsed.
An impediment in his self discovery just vanished.
At the time of dispersal, many got up to shake hands with him.
Classrooms are creative spaces for positive interaction, my belief in the same just got reinforced.