Drive again & Teachers missing classrooms

Now, its sometime since I sold my car and driving, I thought has slipped off my skill set. And Kerala, with its narrow roads and screaming buses somehow intimidated me.

Yet, when my uncle wanted a lift to the bus stop a good three years earlier in Calicut, he asked me to take out my cousin’s car. ‘It’s not mine no’, I said a bit apprehensive. ‘Ha ha,’ he laughed, ‘the car doesnot know that it not Gopi driving it,’ he said in jest.

I took out car under the watchful eyes of the owner’s father and took this gentleman to the bus stop and returned home, happy at having completed the task.

I wondered at Nandan chetan’s clarity of thought and how I am muddled in confusions which have no standing.

Despite much trepidation I decided to take the car here at Kopparambil, again that of another uncle and applied Nandan chetan’s logic, ‘of course, car does not know that it’s me. And the roads, well, they don’t know either that I come from Bangalore’, ha ha, I laughed to myself.

I had started off to go to Avnissery to visit the family temple but en route decided to head to Chakkamparambil Temple at Ashtamichira, Mala. Once on the road, I was thrilled to bits at the rush of fresh air and the sheer feeling of holding the steering wheel in my own two hands. What a pleasure!

Perhaps, being ‘bekaar’, I was also a bit ‘bebus’ or helpless, I thought to myself. And well, I dropped at my teacher friend, Maya’s beautiful home uninvited.

Of the many things that Maya does, she is a fantastic cook, she loves tailoring, has the most beautiful smile on the planet but most ardently, right at the core of her, she is a dedicated teacher, who enjoys her time in the classroom.

The moment she starts to share about her classroom, her eyes twinkle, her hands wave about in excitement and well, ‘Lekha, we teachers get a lot of love and affection from our students, don’t we, and that is a major missing due to this corona’. ‘Actually it is so acute that it pulls me down sometimes, she smiled a bit sadly flashing her famous dimple.

Petting her lab, Happy, she said, ‘this girl is my best buddy, see, she is so excited to see you!’

I thought of all the teachers who are struggling with the digital screens and sorely missing the human touch, when the world is sneering at them for ‘less workload’ and ‘ease of work’.

Really !!! the teaching community is constantly missing the classroom interaction as much as the students do and like the students themselves, they are itching for the noise in the corridors, in the classrooms and the rush of walking up and down, with the purpose of ‘making lives better’ and the pretext of adding value to lives they touch.

The new normal is rather abnormal, don’t you think?

Different strokes

We sat down

spreading our differences

color, caste, faith, height, weight

‘yeah,that’s big’ he laughed

place, food, belief, speech

‘go on’, he said

‘keep them down he said

and now just stand up

bottled souls

genies’

he burst out at seams

laughter broke his bones

bent his muscles

crinkled his nose

crushed his weight

squished his cheeks

puffed his ears

thumped his chest

and he walked away winking.

Psyched sky

‘So you thought

we have moved ahead, eh?

and we have conquered a few lifetimes

and that we have found new joys to keep’

‘look behind’ said the sky and I turned

‘they have been moving forth

its they who set out for new pastures

they have found new goals to chase

and their victory posts are moving

you and I’, he said gravely

‘have been standing here together

and the world has moved around us.’

I held my head trying to grasp this gospel truth

and was quite lost….quite!

SKY Love

Bending down in one graceful move

the sky streched his arms

to lift up and embrace me

‘this is no warm up exercise’

he teased

‘I meet you everyday, its a practice

I follow

Sometimes you are aware

sometimes you are too lost

I though, notice you everytime’

tears dried up and a voice came

crackling from within in gratitude

he simply shushed me and

held me closer,

‘we look out for you

and I especially so’

I stood mesmerized at his

love that streamed straight

into the deep crevices of my loneliness

where I nursed a broken heart

looking to grow whole

where in the deep darkness

moaned despair and loss

and a hunger for life and living

that I seemed not to know

‘what could satisfy you’

I asked the deep damp hole

‘what more would you want’

the heart was quiet but

not quite satisfied

pushing me to search and search again

for something that I neither found nor understood

but the sky that day was kind and ready to give as

he filled each pore with love azure

a rainbow sat next to me

spreading her pretty skirt

We listened to his songs of love

‘Till you are here, I will keep coming to see you

and then you will be mine forever.’