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Learning to live, living to learn

Towards the sunset

ask a question or two

walk a few steps together

stop and laugh,no giggle

share a secret

hold a hand

give a shoulder

this for you

and this for me

that for us

dream a dream

sing a song

breathe a breeze

count the stars

then walk slow

lean on each other

stop for the other





such be life

such be living

രണ്ടു വാക്ക്

രണ്ടു വാക്ക്
വാക്കൊന്നു പറയാൻ
വാക്കൊന്നു കേൾക്കാൻ
കാലങ്ങൾ ആയി
കാത്തിരുന്ന് അവൾ
ആ വാക്ക്
ആലോചിച്ചു വിശർത്തു
ആധി പൂണ്ടു അവശയായി
ആകെ പാരവശ്യം
ആരോട് ചോദിക്കും
എങ്കിലും കേൾക്കാൻ
വല്ലാത്ത അക്ഷമ
ആ വാക്ക്
ഇത്തിരി മങ്ങിയതായി
തോന്നി അയാൾക്ക്‌
അസ്തമിക്കുന്ന സൂര്യൻ
ഒന്നുഉർജ്ജിച്ചു തിളങ്ങുന്ന പോലെ
അവൾ ചിരിച്ചു
നാളെ കാണാം
അപ്പൊ ശരി
ചില ദൂരങ്ങൾ
നാളെയെ കുറിച്ച്
ആർക്കാണ് ഉറപ്പുള്ളത്
വിധി എന്തുമാകട്ടെ
സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ നെയ്യാൻ
വേറെ കൂടു തിരിയേണ്ടി വരുമോ

അതോ വ്യാമോഹം എന്ന പുച്ഛം അവളെ അലട്ടുമോ

A class & a confession

I am thrilled to bits to be back to the classroom. To have 2, just 2 sweet ladies drop in to learn Spoken English with me.

Ah! joy ,that makes me realize why I was so morose?

So malnourished in my soul without a soul to share

the tit bits of knowledge that I beg, borrow or steal!

Then it happened, the class.

A young man who teaches Mathematics expressed in anguish that there was a certain complaint about his teaching, believe me not, it was because he was teaching too much! Well! he was summoned to the higher ups who said, ” So, what do we hear, YOU TEACH???!’

The young man who would die for math and said, ” I do so with all sincerity”

“Stop this nonsense, don’t stress the students, we hear that you delve deep into concepts and it is totally unacceptable”.

“Why, pray ,”said the young man,” I came here to teach.I turned my back to offers far more alluring and sought the joy of sharing, actually I thrive on it , Sir..ji”

“It’s against the constitution of our institution to think. We admonish you to henceforth not force our students to know that they have brains and can actually think, it’s the forbidden fruit of education. Dare thee not dream of it nor ever dare to touch it”.

“But”, the young man started and soon saw it frivolous and gave up in dismay.

A young girl who wanted to do her job well walks off in disbelief at the large gap between promises and deliverance.

Others live on with jaded hopes

But she stomps out

‘I gotta live my life, the way I want. Good bye’.

They I heard are still looking for a replacement.

Friend, foe, benefactor be around as I tick a few boxes

gather a few more experiences

fill my heart

then recede!

Teacher vibes

For the most of this year, I had no occasion to go to classroom.

Something was amiss. Something close.

Since sustaining life energies on work has been the pattern for some time , I felt malnourished, while still holding the fort and putting up a brave face.

Then as if my SoS reached the universe, the oracle proclaimed

Back, go back!

to the classrooms

reclaim redeem a lost art

strengthen what is your mettle

So I inch back to the classrooms.

Communicative English Classes for all at the university every Friday.

Spoken English classes at home on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Maybe a creative writing class for the School of Design too.

Ask and you receive, well, mostly!

The smile is back.

The joy is true

who cares what the world says

who cares who stays and who scoots

Delve within to sustain!

Inside out

What holds place

what sustains love

what nourishes hope

what powers dreams

what soldiers smiles

the spirit in you

around you

holds you through

so smile,reach out, hug and be hugged

it’s one life after all.

PS: Help a dream come true

Pain and overcoming

The young man stood lost in deep sorrow. ‘I don’t know what to do. Everything happened so quickly she did not give us time. ‘His eyes forlorn, he talked about the sudden demise of his beloved mother.

‘My dad is heart broken. He is feeling very low.My relatives have been insisting on my marriage and I have almost committed. I was in a daze. What do I do?’

Caught between extremes of emotions the most demanding of situations, the loss of a beloved one and the trepidation of a new start, he stood confused.

‘Who can I talk to? Who would understand me. Have not slept for the last few days. It is tough’.

What does one do in times of such pain?

I remembered how having just returned from my brother’s funeral I wrote the lesson I was teaching on the board which said, The Dear Departed! I was stunned at the irony but put up a brave face and continued with the class.

The dice of fortune

throws up

challenges a plenty

sometimes in company

sometimes lonely in companionship

many times just plain single

you just learn to deal with it and move on

perhaps think of a stray dog somewhere

who would have none to care

or a bird cut short before its flight

the very first one

sigh and know

it’s life

the way it is!