THE WEEK THAT WAS ✍️

Last week, was seven days full of absolute paranoia and chaos. Media-generated mass hysteria over the flu, that was spreading its deadly tentacles over the world at large, made a city full of sane people, panic. 

A couple of days ago, a journalist in the TOI very rightly described the situation, as being 'AN INFORMATION PANDEMIC', because the information being given out by the media caused more damage than the sickness itself.

They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. The events of this previous week were proof of that very saying. Supposed preventive steps were taken by political parties, institutions, the government and the common man at large, as a result of the information being dished out to us, by sensation hungry journalists.

Thankfully, a week later, after every educational institution in the city, has lost out on an entire week (in my personal opinion, unnecessarily), and children and college students all over the city, have enjoyed an unexpected mid-term break (which is only going to make life more difficult for them, in the months ahead), things seem to be gradually returning to normalcy. 

The flu is still going about doing its business, but hopefully, in the weeks and months ahead, better sense will prevail and the frenzy, which caused the surge in human knee-jerk reactions, will gradually ebb.

To a person who has suffered, or lost a family member to this fatal virus, my point of view may seem inhuman and slightly heartless. Only a person, who actually undergoes such a situation, can understand how painful and stressful things can really be. 

However, I'm only trying to be a little objective, in a situation where an entire city full of sensible people, seemed to have completely lost their sense of objectivity and basic common sense, as a result of what they were bombarded with, by many sections of the media.

My bone of contention really, is not so much with the common man's reaction to the situation. I was really peeved with the media, for the manner in which this situation was completely blown out of proportion, by almost every single one of them. 

Of course, many news channels, did try to present a sensible approach, by bringing in doctors to give the right kind of advice to people, and to answer the queries of the common man. 

However, the way in which the 'BREAKING NEWS' runner, kept flashing the number of deaths on those very same channels (in about the same way as they count votes during their election coverage, or flash the scores of a cricket match), didn't really do much to allay people's fears.

There was a time during my college days, when I was very seriously contemplating being a journalist. It was one of the two 'Career Choices', that I had in mind for myself. 

Today, when I see how the irresponsibility of the media can have such far-reaching consequences; I'm glad I opted not to be one.

With the steady increase of news channels, the competitive spirit and wanting to be the first to give an 'EXCLUSIVE' report, seems to have tossed 'Responsible Journalism' into oblivion.

This isn't the first time the media is being accused of this. Over time, it seems to be becoming a habit; and the effects of this habit, seem to be adversely affecting the common man, which obviously includes the families of the media-persons themselves.

I don't know, if this post will be read by too many journalists; but if some of them do happen to chance upon my thoughts, I hope it will at least lead them to think about, how every word they telecast on their channels, or that gets into newsprint, is often accepted as the 'Gospel Truth' by a large section of the public. Therefore, they definitely should, in good conscience, think about what they say and how they present the facts, before they let the words leave their mouths or their pen. ✍️

TO ERR IS HUMAN...TO FORGIVE, DIVINE!!! ✍️

Life presents us with a lot of different situations, and in the week just gone by, I underwent one such harrowing experience. On the face of it, it might seem like a normal situation that could arise at any workplace, from time to time. However, only the one who has to go through it, actually understands the depth of emotion, that accompanies every such situation.

An 'honest mistake' or what could be termed as an 'oversight' on my part, snowballed into a situation, where a few not so nice accusations, were levelled against me. Doubts regarding my intentions and loyalty, were raised in the minds of all concerned. An 'unnecessary rift' was created among my co-workers, and a lot of things that could have been avoided, were said in the process.

The situation caused me immense pain and an incredible amount of uncalled for stress. I literally cried my heart out, for 2-3 days. For a few days, I didn't want to have even a chance encounter or conversation, with the persons concerned; because I didn't want to re-live all the emotional stress I'd been going through.😔

In short, for the first time in 5 years, I faced a situation, where things were totally out of hand at work. In the midst of this, I sorely missed the presence, of the head of the institution, who happens to be out of the country at the moment, because I just felt, that I could've turned to him for counsel, if he was around.

I've never been a person to make a mountain of a molehill. So, under normal circumstances, I would have probably 'let it go completely'. However, when my entire system of beliefs was questioned, I needed to take a stand. I do not know, if the decision that I have taken, will prove to be injurious to my own well-being, in the long run. I do not know if it will forever sour relationships, with those that I hold in high regard. But one thing I do know, is that there are some times in life, when we have to do what we think is right, even if the world tells us to do otherwise.🤷🏻‍♀️

This experience though, has shown me how even the most upsetting situation, can sometimes teach you something valuable. It has also reinforced something, that I've been taught right from the time I was a little kid. 

So many times, when I've gone to church, I've heard Gospel readings and sermons, about 'Forgiveness'. As a Sunday School teacher myself, for so many years, I have also taught others, about this all important value, of not carrying grudges against people.

All this while, this was merely theory. Now, life had presented me with a situation, where I had a chance, to put these pearls of wisdom into practice. 

However, doing what I firmly believe in, and wanting to give someone a second chance, was not in line, with what some of my colleagues and superiors expected of me. 

The result, was conflicting points of view, and the creation of two separate camps; each seeing things, according to how they perceived the situation.

My decision to follow my heart and the path of forgiveness, taught to me by my faith, may prove to be the wrong one in the future. Giving someone a 'second chance' and hoping for the best, may eventually land me in a soup.

However, not making this decision would mean that I am being prejudiced, and continuing to hold a grudge against someone, for an extended period of time. In the long run, this would only prove to be detrimental, to my own health and sanity.

The mistake I made was completely unintentional; but I guess, there are 'no real accidents' in our life. Probably God let it happen on purpose, for a reason. 

While I follow the path taught by Jesus himself, for a while, I may lose the warmth of friendship, of a few that I hold dear. However, I can only pray for them, that they may be able to see, what their own past experiences, are preventing them from seeing. 

The basic fact is, that to err is only human, but to forgive is divine. I definitely don't claim to be a saint, and given another situation, I might do completely the opposite; but in this case, I'm happy to have chosen the path I'm on; and I can only pray, that Love and Forgiveness may conquer all. ✨️✍️

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS... ✍️

I usually never have a problem falling asleep. Once I hit the bed, I’m on a trip to dreamland, within minutes. 

Over the past few weeks though, I find myself laying awake in the dark, on more than a few occasions. I guess, I’ve had a lot of things on my mind. Most often, I just toss and turn for a while, till I force myself to sleep. 

However, when it’s a full moon night like today, I look out of my window, and stare at the moon. Somehow, it seems to be keeping me company; and just looking at it shining down on me, fills me with some strange kind of comfort.😊

Today was one such night; and not being able to sleep, I decided to switch on the computer and update my blog. I hadn’t even sat before the computer for a minute, when it began to rain.

My aunt had called up from Goa earlier this evening, and told me that it was raining pretty heavily in Goa today. So, just a little while back, I wondered how long it would be, before the rains arrived in Mumbai. 

I was so glad to hear the rain outside my window. I wanted to shout aloud, “Wake up everyone! It’s raining!!!” Of course, if I did that at midnight, people in my building would think I’ve lost my mind.😄

So, on this sleepless night, when the moon is shining down in all it’s spendour, despite the dark rain clouds in the sky; I find myself just wondering, how the forces of nature, affect us so much. 

The intense humidity this year, has been making everyone so miserable, that just the sound of the rain, can makes us jump for joy.

How anxiously we wait all year round for the monsoon! Of course, it won’t be long, before everyone starts grumbling, about the muck and the dirt all around, during the rains; but still at the onset, it holds the place of a long awaited guest, that we welcome with wide and open arms.☔️

As I look up at the moon, I wonder how many others, must be looking up at it, right at this very moment, all over the world. What must be going through the minds of all those people, as they look up at that bright light, in the night sky? 

To some it may be a symbol of loss and longing, to others it may be a reminder of someone they love very dearly, to another it may just be a companion on a dark, lonely night; and to someone else, it may just be a friend.💕

We human beings have been blest with the gift of such an amazing imagination, that we can attribute almost any feeling or emotion, to the most inanimate and distant things.

The rain is something that’s bound to pour down on us, year after year, at around this time, because that’s the order of the cycle of seasons. That’s the way, it’s meant to be...And yet today, like a long lost friend, it brought a 'smile to my face', on a dark and restless night.

The moon is but a satellite, and shining down on earth, is what it has been programmed to do, on a regular basis. Tonight however, like on many other nights like these, it seemed to be 'someone I could communicate with'. Strange as it may sound, it seemed to talk to me like a close companion and a friend.✨️✍️

MY REASON TO SMILE 😊💕

I’m sure everyone has heard the saying, ‘The grass is always greener on the other side.’ I got a chance to experience that in this past one month. 

What a month this has been!!! It’s the month of May; and it’s an unusually hot and exceptionally humid one this year. The heat is driving everyone up the wall. Thankfully, since I’m on holidays, I don’t really need to venture out into the sun that often, which is really a blessing in some ways. 

Strangely though, I find myself envying those people who don’t have to stay at home. I even went to school 3-4 times this month, with no particular purpose. Just went, because I was too bored to sit at home. There was hardly anyone around; but I went anyway. 

I’ve also become exceptionally grumpy this month, probably because I don’t have a lot of people around me, to jabber with all day long, which is something I’m really a master at normally. I somehow seem to have lost my 'chirpy self' during this one month, in the wilderness of free time. When you have so much of it, you don’t know what to do with it, and it kind of weighs down on you.

‘Why are you complaining about holidays and free time?’, is what anyone would be tempted to ask. ‘It’s a blessing. At a time when everyone longs for a break, you’re actually getting a really long one, and you’re unhappy about it!!! What in the world is wrong with you???’

These are obvious statements and questions that anyone is bound to ask, in response to my grumbling.

So, am I ungrateful for a 'blessing', that I am so privileged to enjoy, year after year??? Am I stupid to be grumpy when anyone else in my place would be rejoicing???🤔

The answer – ‘I’m just human!!!’ 

One of the first statements, in our old community living and later, sociology text books used to be, ‘Man is a social animal and he needs to live in society, to live a healthy and happy life.’ 

Over the last five years, my closest 'community', other than my parents, has been the people at my work place. I spend the larger part of my day, with my colleagues in school and my boys; and when I come home, I spend the latter half of the day, talking about everything that happened in school. 

So, when I have to stay away from that community, for the first part of the day; I find myself at a loss for words, in the latter half of the day as well, because I have nothing to talk about.🤷🏻‍♀️

My mum pointed out to me a few days ago, that I seem to be talking about school, after every two sentences. Somehow or the other, the conversation that we have, always ends up going back to someone or something related to school. 

It made me realize, how closely connected I have become to my 'family at work'. My life practically revolves around my school and everything associated with it; and taken away from that set-up, even for a brief period of one month, I feel handicapped. I feel like a plant, plucked out of its natural habitat and forced to thrive elsewhere.😔

I’m on holidays; but despite that, I’m not the best person to be around these days, because I’m 'grumpy', and seem to be a little 'cranky' as well. 

When I’m at school, every day is a new day, with countless new experiences at every step. Contrary to that, the last month has been largely uneventful, and lacking in mirth. There’ve been a few happy moments; but there seemed to be something, that was hindering that joy from bursting forth. 

When you don’t have much to do with your time, you begin to spend that time thinking; but I guess too much of thinking, can make you lose your mind. I guess that’s what I’ve encountered during this break.🙄

I usually spend my holidays, out on a school trip. So, even though technically I’m on holiday, I’m still with my extended family; and so I don’t feel so lost. This year, I spent the entire month at home…No trip, No holiday, No outings. My only contact with my extended family, was the computer and the phone, which did keep me connected to a few colleagues and students; but I guess it cannot substantially make up, for what I have when school is on.

I did try to catch up on my reading, and tried to sort out the mess in my room, which was long overdue; but these are all tasks, that one has to do alone...and living 'a solitary existence', is not exactly my idea of a 'Life'. 

I need people around me, to bring some noise and laughter into my world. 

I need voices around me, to counter the loneliness within. 

I need my boys around me, to fill my days with smiles. 

Without them, I feel that life itself is a drag.

So, have I got too attached to my family at work?...Yes, I think I have. I’ve always been a person, who doesn’t need a big reason to be happy. Now I realize, that I don’t need a reason to be happy because 'my reason to smile', is always around me; and it’s only when I’m forced to be away from them, that I feel incomplete.

I really thank God for my family at school – my Principal (who I will miss dearly), my colleagues of course (who’re my closest friends these days); but most of all, my boys (both past and present). 

All of you together, make me the person that I am. YOU COMPLETE ME...THANK YOU!!!✨️❤️

BIG BOSS - SOON TO BE WATCHING OVER US NO LONGER ✨️✍️

A short while ago I received some rather painful news. My boss at work, was going to be transferred. This bit of news wasn’t totally unexpected, as we’d been guessing that this would happen, right from the beginning of this academic year. He was completing his tenure of 6 years, and very often Principals get transferred, after those many years in our school. So, rumours about this 'transfer', had been doing the rounds, right through the academic year. Of course, although we feared that it might happen, heart of hearts we never really wanted it to.😔

For me personally, this Principal has been my first boss, since this is the first institution I’ve ever worked in. He was the person who interviewed me, and gave me the opportunity to work in this school – a job I have loved so much, ever since the day I joined. 

My job has hardly ever seemed like a job, because of the familial bonds that exist, among the management, the staff – both teaching and non-teaching, and of course, our beloved boys. 

On the countless occasions, when we’ve gone out for school outings and trips with him, his extremely jovial nature, has often made us forget that he was our Principal. In school however, he was always my Principal and my boss, and I have always respected and admired him tremendously, for being able to maintain a healthy balance with the staff, when it came to being a firm and tough Principal during school hours; and a very approachable and friendly individual, once school was over.👍

In the past five years that I’ve been a part of this school, things haven’t always been hunky-dory though. There have been times when I have disagreed, with my Principal’s perspective on certain issues. I have also not always agreed, with the manner in which he has dealt with people and situations. Besides this, there’ve been times, when my Principal has given me a piece of his mind, as any boss would. Occasionally, little things he has said to me intentionally or unintentionally, have even hurt me tremendously. 

Despite these few 'not so nice' moments though, I’ve always had the deepest love and respect for him; and I thank God ever so often, for having given me a boss like him, right at the start of my career.✨️

Apart from his nature and personality, my Principal is also a man of ideas, and his mind is constantly at work, trying to think of innovative ways to do the same thing. In his quest and zeal to be creative, there were often times when his expectations of us teachers, skyrocketed. They also seemed unreasonable and over-ambitious to me. On certain occasions, I even found myself saying, “How can he possibly expect us to do all that?”...and yet, after unwillingly having done something, that he literally forced us to do, we realized that although the experience had driven us up the wall, and had almost made us lose our minds completely; at the end of it all, we had 'grown tremendously', simply because, we had pushed the boundaries, that we had set for ourselves, and tried to do something, completely different from the normal.

That is one quality my boss has, that has really helped me to become a 'better teacher'. I have grown at every step of the way; and I owe a large part of the credit to him, because it was he who provided the opportunities, to hone my skills and develop my talents, by constantly encouraging me to do something 'original and innovative'. 

My 'creativity' has bloomed under his guidance and direction. He never stifled my ideas, just because I was new to the profession, or young in years. On the contrary, he constantly encouraged me, to 'think out of the box' and lauded me, each time I succeeded in something innovative, that I set out to do.😊

Now that he’s leaving us, I’m happy that he’ll be going to an even bigger institution. It’s going to be a much bigger challenge in comparison, considering the sheer numbers and the reputation, which that institution carries with it. However, I look upon his transfer, as an opportunity for him to spread his wings, and go where others before him, haven’t dared to tread. I know that he will do great things and every success of his will only make me prouder still of his achievements.😄

Sadly though, I will really miss him; and I know that there are countless others in my school – students, teachers and parents as well, who share this sentiment.😔 

Fr. Bosco D’Mello was my boss, but he was a boss who aimed to be the best; and inspired others, to reach for the stars as well. Above all, he has always led by example; and that’s what makes him a great human being, an amazing priest and a Principal par excellence. 

Thank You Fr. Bosco for all that you’ve done for me, and for our school. Words will never be able to truly express, how I feel at this moment; but this is my small attempt, to express what you mean to all of us at Don Bosco.✍️

SUMMER HOLIDAYS 😊💕

‘We’re all going on a summer holiday
No more working for a week or two,
Fun and laughter on a summer holiday
No more worries for me and you
For a week or two.’🎶

The lyrics of this popular song by Cliff Richard, seem to encapsulate my feelings exactly, as another academic year is almost at its end. In a month from now, I’ll be absolutely free. Free to do as I please, for a little over 30 days. Free to while away the hours. I will have lots of time to myself, which is a 'rare commodity', right through the year. 

For an entire month, my vocal chords will also get a well-deserved break. My ears will experience an amazing sense of calm, that seems to evade it, all year round. My mind will not be working at the speed of lightning; and multi-tasking (an art, which I have mastered), can very happily take a back-seat.😊

After having read what I’ve just put down, it would be pretty obvious, that I’m really looking forward, to the month of May and the long-awaited vacations, that are a part and parcel of the life of every teacher. I really won’t deny that I am.

After the stress and strain of the entire academic year gone by, it is definitely a well deserved and well-earned break; and almost every teacher I know, looks forward to the month of May, simply because it’s the only time in the entire year, when we are actually completely free. No doubt we get a lot of holidays at other times during the year; but those holidays, always come with a full itinerary of corrections, lesson planning, other things to plan out, or some activity to prepare for.🤪

As opposed to that, these 30 days are completely 'sacrosanct'. They are devoid of any school related work. They are precious moments; and we get a chance to savour literally every second of them, to our heart’s content. I know that these holidays are something, that all my friends envy me for; because no other profession, can boast of a month-long break every year, which you actually get paid for.

However, to those who think this is totally unreal and unfair, I would say; step into my shoes any day, and at the end of the academic year, I doubt there would be anyone, who would feel the 'BREAK', is undeserved.

Of course, everyone I know, looks forward to holidays. We use it for a wide variety of reasons. To chill out and relax, to maybe catch up on our reading, to do the things we’ve always been meaning to squeeze into our busy schedules, but never got down to doing, to recuperate from the stress of the routine, that often ties us down, to rejuvenate ourselves so that we can re-charge those tired minds and limbs, that have been anxiously looking forward to a well deserved period of rest and relaxation, to catch up with family and friends, to make up for lost time; and mainly, it gives us time to 'just be ourselves'.😊

One of the only pitfalls of the summer holidays for me personally though, is that it takes me away from my boys, for a really long period of time; and while it is often said, that absence makes the heart grow fonder, in my case, being apart from them, only increases the sense of loss and longing for the re-opening day, when I will be able to meet them all again.

Life truly has an uncanny way of bringing us full circle, back to the very place where we began our journey. At the end of a long year, we can’t wait for the holidays to begin; and as the holidays progress, we look forward to the light at the end of the tunnel, in the form of a new year and a new beginning. That’s the circle of life, I guess - one that has no end. ✍️

IF ONLY I HAD MORE MEMORIES ✨️❤️

IF ONLY I HAD MORE MEMORIES ✍️

What an absolute sweetheart you used to be!
Your amazing gray eyes left everyone spellbound,
I could safely bet and be sure to win,
Cause like you, I’m sure, there was no one around.

Your stay was short, the time was brief
You were destined to be here for a very short while;
But I’m sure that every face, that ever laid eyes on you
Must’ve lit up immediately, in a big, broad smile.

I was young in years and you were younger still
So, the memories I have, are both hazy and few;
If only I’d been older and wiser at the time,
Those images wouldn’t be as fleeting as the morning dew.

We generally don’t remember very much from our very early years,
But so often I wish my brain had a larger memory card back then;
Cause it would have given me a few more moments to savour,
Instead of just the snippets, from which these memoirs I pen.

I remember us quarrelling almost all the time
That’s something I miss most of all;
I remember how we played little make-believe games
We’d make up little skits in our hall.

I regret not having a chance to spend more time with you
I regret not being able to watch you grow;
So often, I wish you were still right here,
My greedy heart keeps asking for more.

But my desires, all came to a screeching halt,
As the wheels of that speeding jeep, came head on;
What a sight your tiny body must’ve been,
By the side of the road - so lifeless, so forlorn!😢

Would things have been different if you hadn’t crossed the street?
Would you have still been right here with me?
What if that driver had stepped on the brakes a little earlier?
What if your handsome face I could still see?🤔

Nineteen long years, I’ve been questioning
I’ve been wondering and wishing and thinking,
And in all these years, I’ve tried my very best
To keep those 'limited memories' from shrinking.

Cause they’re all I have, to remember you by
They’re all I have to 'stay in touch';
With all the progress tele-communication has made,
Direct dialing to heaven, is still a bit too much.

I love you dearest Nathan, more than you will ever know,
If only there was some way, I could tell you what I feel;
I still miss you, my dearest brother, more than words can ever say
The scars may have disappeared now, but the heart will never heal.✨️❤️

STILL WAITING…EVER SO PATIENTLY ✍️

There are so many times, when I think that there’s something or rather 'someone', missing in my life. Of course, the fodder for this thought, comes from the fact that nowadays, every person I meet, has only one question to ask me. “So, when’re you getting married?”🙄 

...And this isn’t restricted just to aunts, uncles and cousins, at family weddings and functions; although I have been asked that question repeatedly, at a few family occasions, that I’ve been to in the recent past.

It’s also one of the topics of conversation, that is repeated almost 3-4 times every day at home; and which I try to avoid now, due to the increasing number of times the subject is broached.

It’s a topic that my colleagues at school, bring up at regular intervals, with increasing frequency these days.

It’s the only topic, my friends seem to be able to talk about, considering that many of us happen to be sailing in the same boat.

And to top it all, my boys in school have joined the bandwagon as well. They’ve even volunteered their services, to run a 'marriage bureau' exclusively for me. In fact, recently on the day of the X Std. farewell, some of them even said, “Miss, please invite us for your wedding.”

So basically, almost everyone I know seems to want me to settle down and get married; and that includes even my 15 and 16 year old boys in school, who are almost half my age.🤦‍♀️

Now, I know that every single person who brings up this topic is doing it because they have my best interest at heart. I also know that every query is well-meant and sincere.

However, my answer to every single one of those people would be another question, “TO WHOM???”🤔

It’s a question that I’ve mulled over, not just for a few days, weeks or months; but it’s a question that has been going through my mind, for a few years now. 

Like every young girl, I have my own hopes and dreams of the 'ideal person' for me. At the same time though, I know that “perfect” and “ideal” are just two very nice words in the dictionary; but that in reality, especially when we’re talking about 'human beings', these words are very hard to live up to. 

I know for a fact, that even I have flaws; and so to even think of finding someone without any, would be very juvenile and silly on my part.

Despite that, I do have a few things, that I always have in mind, when looking for the person, that I would like to spend the rest of my life with. 

Unfortunately, although I am confident that God has created him, I just haven’t been lucky enough to locate him, thus far. Like one of my friends at work puts it, “Only God knows where her 'special someone' is hiding.”😄

Many of my married friends have told me, that marriage is way over-rated; and that life doesn’t really change much, after you tie the knot. It’s just that you go to a different home and start doing a lot of the things, that your parents used to take care of, yourself. 

It does call for a lot more responsibility and lesser time for the fulfillment of your own desires. It does change your life in many ways; and yet, in other ways, life just keeps going on, the way it always was.

Nevertheless, thinking about the issue, often makes me wonder, why our culture attaches so much importance, to the 'Institution of Marriage'. 

No doubt, this question of mine could lead people to think, that this post is now going to be heading in the direction of an 'anti-marriage campaign'. However, that isn’t my intention whatsoever, because I most definitely do intend to get married; and considering the way time is flying, sooner than later actually. 

I just felt like expressing a few of my thoughts, on how the 'Single' young women of today, are just so 'pressurized', by the conventions of culture; and how the need to live up to those 'unwritten rules', of the age by which a girl should be married, adds so much of 'unnecessary stress', to our already stressful existence. It causes the persons concerned, as well as the parents, families and friends, totally uncalled-for worry and anxiety.

I’ve been patient all this time, and will continue to wait patiently, till God brings that 'special someone', that he has made for me, into my life. I just ask for the grace, to be able to recognize him, when he does come along.

...And while I’m waiting, if only society and culture, would give me and others like me, the space and the time, to let life take its course, the way it was supposed to. If only they would let me wait…ever so patiently, how much more comfortable and stress-free, life would be.✍️

GOOD TO SEE YOU 2009 😊

A friend sent me a message today that said the 1st of January is just another day. It is neither a beginning nor an end, because it’s actually just a continuation of things as they were going on; and it will carry on in just the same way, even after today. I thought that message was very thought provoking, since there was so much of truth in it.

So often, we look at the last day of the year as something that is over; and we look forward to the New Year, with so much of anticipation. We bring in the New Year with celebration, fanfare and a grand countdown. Lots of people make resolutions, that they hope to keep at least for a while, if not right thru’ the year. There are so many things, that go along with New Year celebrations - lights, parties, new clothes, and what not.

I was asked these questions a number of times today, by so many different people…So, how did you celebrate the day? Did you do something special to bring in the New Year?🤔

Even as I thought over my answer to those questions, the entire day flashed across my mind in seconds; and it was so easy for me to pick out, what made this day special for me.

I brought in the New Year to the sound of music that I love…The music was made, in the company of friends, who love to sing together - friends, from my choir. We laughed, we joked, we sang to the accompaniment of a piano, we laughed a lot more, we danced, we dug out some really old songs, from extremely old books and sang them together, we added our own harmony and style to the singing, we pulled someone’s legs and then we laughed some more.

It was late, but I wasn’t tired; probably because I was too happy to notice, what time it was. At an unearthly hour, well past midnight; we shared a meal together and chatted some more over the meal. The New Year had begun; and I went to sleep, with a smile on my face.😊

The morning of the New Year, began with me singing God’s praises in Church, with a choir, that was seriously short of its usual quorum, thanks to the late night we’d all had. 

Following that, I spent a nice quiet day at home and sent out wishes, to as many friends as I could. The replies that kept coming in right through the day, was one of the things that made my day. 

During the day, I caught up with my cousins, my students, some ex-students and a few of my colleagues from school over the telephone and in cyberspace.

After a quiet day at home, I was back to singing for a wedding mass in the evening, at which the priest was an old and dear friend, who is always a joy to be around. I spent the evening watching a movie at home with my family and then catching up with a cousin of mine after ages over the telephone.

I also got a chance to test my friend's riding skills, a couple of times in the day, as I took the risk of putting my life in the hands of a bike rider, with a thoroughly confused sense of direction. Despite the underlying sense of fear about my well-being, as I stepped onto his new found love – his bike, I finally got back home in one piece. While I’m grateful for the ride home, I’d also like to add, that if the offer comes my way this often, it might soon become a cost-effective but a not so healthy habit.

And now, it’s just past midnight again. The first day of the New Year has drawn to a close. What was really exciting about the day? Nothing!!! Did I do anything drastically different from other days? Other than a few exceptional things like wishing people for New Year, not really...And yet, at the end of the day, I would say, I had an awesome day. My day was indeed extra-special.

Isn’t it great to know that we don’t need celebrities to grace the occasion, for it to be special? We don’t need loud music and fire-crackers, to brighten up our day. We don’t even need a five-course meal to celebrate...All we need to make moments of our life special is to spend time in the company of those we love, doing the things we love. That’s all there is to it.💕

I agree that the New Year isn’t really a new beginning or the end of something grand. For me, it’s just the continuation, of times spent in the company of people who matter to me. It’s one more chance to enjoy a song, a chat, a conversation, a message from an old friend, a joke, a laugh, an everyday incident, a friend’s company, a meal, a memory.

...and as each new day of 2009 unfolds before me, I thank God for every day of my life that has gone by before this. I thank him for all the moments that’ve made my life special thus far; and more importantly, I’d like to thank him for all those experiences that are still to come, in the future. ✍️

PEACE AND HARMONY - THE NEED OF THE HOUR ✍️

It didn’t take them long to destroy and tear down,
It didn’t take them long to turn every smile into a frown.
Within minutes, over hundred years of history, was consumed by the flame,
The failure of the system, caused the country so much shame.

The trauma was severe, the loss caused immense pain,
So many of the efforts to save lives, proved to be in vain.
At the end of the experience, the underlying feeling was fear
In almost every heart there was sadness, in every eye a tear.

The event is now over, the city is now calm,
But it’s time for us all to come together, to keep our home from further harm.
Peace and Tranquility, how much for you we long!!!
It’s only when we live in harmony, that we can wipe off every wrong. ✍️

MOMENTS THAT MATTER ✍️

An early morning trek with a small group of ten, in the chilly hills of Mussoorie...

Laughing our hearts out, at some spur of the moment rib-tickling jokes…

Two hours of non-stop singing of old Hindi film songs, on a long bus ride…

Listening to the childish banter, of a very intelligent 3 year old…

Spending valuable moments in the company of colleagues…

Turning the tables on my boys, and playing some pranks on them for once…

Whiling away the hours, in the cool climes of Uttaranchal…

Having a cup of hot sweet corn soup, to combat the freezing temperature…

Driving through the lush forests of Corbett and not sighting a single animal…😔

Preparing a hilarious mock Jungle Safari for the boys, to make up for the disappointment…

A spine chilling yet entertaining night walk with colleagues and new found friends, in Nainital…

The fantabulous setting of Wild Crest, Corbett…

Giving the beggars in the train a run for their money with our new-found begging skills…

Enjoying the company of our unforgettable, enthusiastic, friendly and fun-loving tour operators, Jayesh and Majid (urf Himesh Uncle)…😄

The fantastic super-fast train ride home in the Garibh Rath 3-tier AC train…

The inevitable parting at Borivli station which left me visibly teary-eyed...😢

These are just a few of the highlights of the last 9 days, that I spent in the extremely cool hill slopes of Uttaranchal. 

Most of them are apparently insignificant moments of my life. Moments like many others, that I’ve had before, on the many other tours that I’ve been for, over the years. Despite the fact that I’ve been for a tour, a camp or an outing, with my school staff and students, almost every year since I’ve joined the school; I always end up coming back home, with a trunk load of treasured moments. 

I’m not that much of a shop-o-holic. So I don’t really pick up too much stuff, from the places I visit. However, after almost every trip I’ve been for; I’ve come back home, armed with a whole bunch of 'Memories', that I can savour and cherish for a life-time.😊

This year was definitely no exception. After an amazing trip to sunny Goa, with the X std. boys (which was absolutely memorable); I didn’t really expect the next trip, to top that one. I knew I would have a good time (the way I always do); but I went for the trip without too many expectations. 

Was looking forward to visiting the land, that I’ve only read about, in Ruskin Bond’s stories; and the place wasn’t a disappointment at all, (although I would have loved to see more of Dehra Dun). It was absolutely amazing. Of course, I have to add that more that the places we visited; it’s my interactions with the people who accompanied me on this trip, that made it so special.❤️

Parth, a small little bundle of joy – my colleague’s son, who brought so many smiles to my face, while I was on this trip. He was a 'one-man entertainment channel', and kept everyone entertained right through the trip. I will miss not having him around all day long, now that the trip is over. 

My colleagues and friends from work, with whom I just laughed and laughed and laughed, right thru’ the 9 days…Some of us are absolute clowns; and putting so many cartoons in one place, could prove to be quite disastrous for the weak-hearted.😂

Of course, my boys (some of whom are regulars on the tours), whose company I always enjoy. Others, who were coming on the trip for the first time, and left no stone unturned to help make every minute of the trip, memorable.

...And an extremely naughty bunch of 6th std boys, whom I was put in charge of, while on this trip; who managed to actually get on my nerves and lose my temper, more than a few times, because of their constant bickering and quarreling. For some strange reason, they just never got on with one another; and that made life rather difficult, for the teacher in-charge - That’s me - who was holding on to the last strands of her patience, whenever it came to dealing with them.🤦‍♀️😄

Without a doubt though, these are also things that I will remember, when I sit down and think about my memories from this trip. 

Lastly, the Tour Operators, who were like the glue that bound this trip together. After going on so many trips, I’ve interacted with quite a few of them in the past: but no one has been able to gel and mix with the group, as easily and whole-heartedly as Jayesh and Majid. They were the life of this tour, and helped to make this trip absolutely worthwhile. So, kudos to them, for being two of the best Tour Operators, that DB has ever seen, in the last 5 years.👍

While the country is being torn apart by violence and strife, in the name of region and religion; I went for this trip with a lot of apprehension and fear. I wasn’t too sure, if I would come back, safe and sound. 

This trip though, helped me to forget all my worries. It gave me a chance to relax, and enjoy the company of friends and students, in a completely informal setting. It once again reinforced my belief, that it doesn’t take very long to make friends. 

I realized how grateful I was, to be blest with opportunities like these, to mingle with people, and to visit so many places, all over the country. 

I always knew, that I had an amazing ability to make friends. This trip made me marvel at, how quickly I got attached to people. The tears in my eyes at the end of this trip, were tears of sadness, at having to part ways from friends and students; who were my family for the past 9 days...No doubt school begins in two days, and I’ll be meeting almost all of them again; but it just won’t be the same. 

As I sit down to write this post, I am once again grateful to God, for bringing special people into my life. People who make the world a happier place. People who give me a reason to smile. People with whom, I am able to create so many 'Moments that Matter'.✨️✍️

HER REFLECTION ✨️❤️

She brought you into this world
As loudly you yelled and bawled,
I’ve answered you more than readily
Every time, my name you’ve called.

She taught you to take each step
You mastered it, as you stumbled and fell,
I’ve taught you to stand your ground
In life’s toughest situations, to do well.

She cooked up a meal for you
In the twinkling of an eye,
I’ve given you food for thought
And helped you aim for the sky.

She sat up late nights with you
Whenever you’ve been ill or sick,
I’ve lent you a ready listening ear
It’s all it takes to do the trick.

She’s the one you’ll always turn to
At life’s every twist and turn,
I hope what I’ve taught you will help
At times when you’re about to crash and burn.

Her’s is the shoulder you will lean on
Whenever life weighs you down,
I hope the lessons you’ve learnt from me
Will keep you away from every frown.

You’ll always be there for her
Till the day you bid each other farewell,
I wonder how long, we’ll stay connected;
That’s something only time will tell.

Our roles in your life have been so similar
We’ve both helped you mature and grow,
And yet, one of us gets to stay on in the game
While the other, becomes merely part of folklore.

In making you who you are
We’ve both played a vital part,
It’s just biology, and what we call fate
That gave her a bit of a head start.

I know I can never replace her
Though for a few hours each day, I actually do;
But I just wish I could get to share in her role
For more than just a decade or two.

She’ll never have to bother about being remembered
Cause you’ll always be close at hand,
What I dread most is that with time, I’ll be forgotten
I’ll vanish from memory, like the wave in the sand.

But there’s a long way to go before I cross that finish line
Over time, I’ll meet countless others like you, each day,
And I hope that at least in a few of your minds and hearts,
Like a mirror-image of her, I can forever stay.✨️❤️


(P.S. - A couple of alternate ways to end this poem were suggested to me, by one of the readers, because he felt that it would make the poem easier to understand. He felt it should say....

'And that's why She's a Mother and I'm a Teacher'
or
'But at the end of it, things come full circle,
Cause a Mother becomes a Teacher and a Teacher becomes a Mother'.😊

I found both very interesting; but didn't want to tamper with the spontaneous overflow of emotion, that was my poem. So, thought I'd just add this as a post-script.)✍️

FAITH RENEWED…CONFIDENCE RESTORED ✍️

The excitement had been building up much before the day finally arrived. The countdown had begun in the midst of all the tension and stress of the exams. Suddenly in the middle of supervising an exam, someone would say, “Miss, just 7 days to go.” I guess their enthusiasm rubbed off on me as well; and I also began looking forward to the trip, with a lot of anticipation.

Finally, the day dawned…The exams were over; but the joy on all their faces, was not just because the ordeal of the exams had been over and done with, for the time being. It was more because, in a few hours from then, we would be heading towards the land of the sun and sand. The land of the coconut trees and the rivers. The land endowed with scenic beauty.😊

For me, the excitement was tantamount to that of a little kid, who was visiting a new place for the very first time. No doubt, this was a place I’d been visiting, from the time I was a little kid. I was familiar with practically every place we were going to. Despite that, there was an underlying sense of joy, to be going back to the place, where I’d spent so many holidays with my Grandfather, and enjoyed every moment of it.✨️

For the others, it may have been like just another holiday; but for me going back to Goa, is always 'Special', as it brings back so many memories of my childhood.❤️

It brings a smile to my face, every time I think of how I tried coaxing the boys, to stop what they were doing, by saying, “Look out of the windows of the bus boys. We’re in Goa.”😄 After a point, they may have got annoyed at my repeated interruptions, to say something which was obviously 'So Silly'. For me though, it was a joy, to show off my native land, to these young visitors, who also happened to be my students.😊

Back home now, I find myself day-dreaming, every once in a while. We’re back in our beloved hometown Mumbai; but I don’t know whether I’m really happy to be home. There’s something that seems to be missing. I miss the noise around me. I miss the constant jabbering and yelling, the sing-song and the fooling around. I miss the fun and the laughter. 2 days on the train and 3 days in Goa…Somehow, all of that seemed a little too short. It seemed to get over, before it had even begun.😔

One of my past students, looked at the pictures of my trip today, and he said, “Miss, you sure have a lot of people in your pictures.” His conclusion was that I liked being around people, and that was very evident in my photographs. 

Come to think of it, I actually always like having a lot of people, in my pictures. This time it was Goa, so I didn’t really need to click pictures of places; since I’d already visited most of them before. However, even otherwise, I guess I always have 10-12 people in my pictures; with the monument, famous site, etc, only in the background. There’s so much we learn about ourselves, from the things we do. Isn’t it strange how everything we do, reflects a part of our personality?🤔

I’ve been on so many trips with the boys in school, over the last 5 years. So, what is it about this trip, that stands out? Was there something, that made this particular trip memorable? 

Yes, there sure were a lot of things. The hotel was amazing. The journey to and fro was fun. The hungama on the bus-rides from place to place was crazy. Lots of happy moments to choose from.😊

Strangely though, something that I will never forget about this trip; is an incident that made me unhappy. For almost half a day, it wiped off the smile from my face, and nearly drove me to tears. It was a misunderstanding, with one of my oldest students. An accusation of being ‘partial’ towards a particular group of students, was leveled against me. That word ‘partial’ is something, that cut through my heart like a knife. 

I guess it hurt more, because the person who pointed the finger against me, was a student who was so dear to me; one of my first students, who has always been so special. In the 5 years that I’ve been teaching, this was the first time, a student had leveled such a charge against me; and being something, that I’d always striven not to do, I found it extremely difficult to digest those words.😔

After a distressed day, I ended up with a splitting headache; but decided to sort things out, before turning in for the night. A relaxed chat face to face, worked wonders. It helped to ease the feeling of discomfort, that had been troubling me all day; and it definitely helped to clear the air and sort out every misunderstanding that ever existed.

So, would I call this experience, one that was a dampener on my fun trip? It upset me, no doubt. However, I don’t think it ruined my trip, in any way. Rather, it was a great learning experience. 

I’ve heard the saying very often, that ‘you can’t please all the people all the time.’ This was a real life example of that saying, coming to life through my own experience. 

Of course, I can joyfully say, that I now share an even more special relationship, with that student of mine. A rapport, that is now devoid of misunderstanding; as the whiff of the chilly air, that had momentarily slipped in through the crevice in the window, had now been driven out, and overpowered by the warmth of love and understanding. 

With the faith in the relationship renewed and the confidence in the student-teacher bond restored; I’m happy and my entire trip was worthwhile.✍️

A TREASURE TROVE OF MEMORIES ✨️❤️

I made an amazing discovery today - One that made me happy; and also brought tears to my eyes, at the same time. 

Some of my colleagues from work, came home for lunch this afternoon. After stuffing ourselves to capacity, with the delicious food that had so lovingly been prepared; we spent the rest of the afternoon, just sitting around chatting, enjoying the antics of little Parth (the son of one of my colleagues), and browsing through really old photographs. I dug out the oldest photographs of myself, that I could find, because I absolutely love showing off pictures of myself, when I was a little kid.😊

Flipping through those albums, was like going down memory lane, through the annals of time. My colleagues were quite intrigued, to discover the little kid in the pics, and see the way she’d changed and grown. None of them were a part of my existence, at the time those pictures were taken; and so my childhood, was an absolute mystery to them. Turning the pages of those old albums, was like a journey of discovery, into a world that was totally unfamiliar to them.

As my friends left to go back home, I found myself drawn to those photographs yet again. I may have seen them a million times before; and still, there’s something about albums and photographs that keeps drawing you back to them over and over again. 

As I went back to put those albums in place, I discovered, stashed away in that same cupboard; a whole bunch of old cards and letters . I started reading through every single one of them. 

These weren’t birthday or anniversary greetings, that we usually tend to save. Instead they were letters, cards and wishes dating back to March, 1990. Most of them were addressed to my Mum, Dad and Me. What amazed me though, was that upto this day, more than 18 years later; I had never ever laid eyes, on even a single one of those greetings or messages. 

I started going through every single one of them, and each word I read in those letters, was filled with so much of love and concern for me and my family. There were letters from immediate family, cousins, distant relatives, family friends, even casual acquaintances from long ago. 

Some of the letters had come from Goa, Mysore, Canada, Dubai; and some were from people who were close family friends at the time, but who’ve moved to different parts of the world today. 

So many of the letters had references to me as well; and every word in them expressed tremendous concern, for my well-being. A number of them wondered, how I was coping with the totally unexpected situation, that I had found myself in.🤔

As I read page after page and message after message, I realized how much of affection our family and friends had showered on us, through their kind words. I discovered how deeply moved, everyone had been at the time. I realized that the loss, which my family had suffered, had sent shock-waves through the lives of almost every person we knew back then.I was so moved by the words I had read. The empathy and deep emotional connection, was evident in every word.😢

Being a person, who loves corresponding and keeping in touch; for a few moments, I was upset at my mum. She is obviously the one, who has preserved all those letters, for almost two decades; but I was really irritated, that she had kept these from me. I immediately asked her, why she’d never told me about them. 

Later however, as I pondered over the situation, I realised that I was just a 10 year old kid then; and so maybe, she hadn’t felt the need to burden me, with so much of emotion and so many sentimental feelings, at the time. Over the years, she’d probably forgotten that she had never shown me those letters; and they had remained hidden, in a corner of that cupboard, waiting to be discovered by me so many years later.✨️

I’m not 10 anymore. Time has flown; and I wondered to myself, what if I were to sit down and reply to all those letters today? What would I write, and how would all those people respond? Would they even remember what they’d written, almost two decades ago? Most certainly not!!! Maybe, it would seem strange, to suddenly receive a reply to a letter, they had written so many years ago. 

I guess, it’s just something I’m thinking about, that I’ll never really get down to doing; but if I were to reply to all those letters, I think the underlying thought in every single reply would be, “Thank You Aunty, Uncle, Grandparent, Cousin, Friend, Neighbour, Associate, Mum and Dad’s Colleague, Well-Wisher. Thank You for showing that you care. Thank you for the love. Thank you for being there. Thank you for realizing, what we were going through. Thank you for feeling one with us, in our moment of deepest sorrow. Thank you! Thank You! Thank You!"❤️❤️❤️

I doubt any of those people will be reading this post today; but I hope they know, how much joy my latest discovery has brought me. Sure, some of the letters made me cry; but every single one of them was 'Special'; and I will never ever be able to Thank everyone enough, for all that Love.✨️✍️

ON THE WINGS OF A DREAM ✨️✍️

I was just thinking the other day about how we all had so many 'Hopes and Dreams' for the future, when we were little kids. 

Every child wishes that he would be something great in life, when he grows up. Each one’s Dreams are different; and each one finds his own ways to get there as well. For some, those Dreams are realized. For others, they're not. But for most people, those Dreams keep changing constantly, as we journey along life’s path. Not everyone is privileged enough to see his childhood ambitions and wishes turn into reality; but for those that it does, nothing could make them happier.😊

I recently had a conversation with a couple of my students, about what I had hoped to be when I grew up. Without blinking an eyelid I replied, “I’ve always wanted to be a Teacher.” “Was that all?”, was the next question, “because if that was all, that would mean, you’ve fulfilled your Dream.”🤔

I pondered over the question for a while and realized, that in fact, I was actually one of those lucky few individuals, who actually got a chance, to achieve what they dreamed of doing as kids.

Yes, I think being a 'Teacher', was always one of my lifelong Dreams. I had seen myself as a Teacher, from the time I was a little kid. I remember, that I was always imitating my own teachers activities; like writing on the blackboard, maintaining discipline in the classroom, preparing assemblies, helping the teacher to fill up mark-lists, marking the attendance in the absence of the teacher and countless other things. I think, I was destined to be a Teacher, because I was being trained for the job, even when I was still a student.❤️

I’m Grateful that I got an opportunity, to be where I am today. However, apart from that; I still have a few 'Unfulfilled Dreams', which I hope to fulfill some day, at a later stage in life. 

One of those, is that I hope to see my name, on the cover of a book, one day. 'Writing' has always been my way, of expressing what I feel. It’s my way of coping with every situation, that I come across in life. Putting thoughts into words is what I love most. 

Over the years, I’ve written innumerable pieces on a wide variety of subjects. However, more than fiction, I think I deal with 'Reality'. Most of my Writing, is drawn from my own life experiences. 

I’ve written essays, skits, poems, articles, posts on this blog, messages for special occasions, speeches, and a host of other material. I’ve even maintained a Diary for some time. 

A lot of the things I have written, have already been published, in various magazines and journals, websites, either as Articles, Poems, Reports of Events or numerous Editorials (since I proof-read and edited my School Magazine, for many, many years). Some have found their way to my friends collections, especially when they’ve liked something, that I’ve written. 

Some day though, I hope to put all of my writing together, which today is in bits and pieces all over the place, and get it published for posterity. God-willing, this desire I have, will one day become a reality.✨️✍️

While most of the Dreams I’ve had so far, have always been achievable, there is also one other Dream I have, which is rather far-fetched; but it’s something, that I often think about. 

Along life’s journey, I’ve met countless individuals, and many of those, I call my Friends. Unfortunately, while it’s so easy to make friends, having them around you Forever, is impossible. 

As life goes on, friends move on. In most cases, we meet, only to part after a while. Of all the people I’ve encountered in life though, many became very 'Special'. Some have stayed in touch, but others haven’t; and unfortunately today, I’ve lost touch with many of them. Despite that fact, they continue to be very dear to me, and the memories of the special moments we’ve shared, are very real and ever-present.💕

I always imagine, that before I say my 'Final Goodbye' to this earthly life, I should get a chance to meet every single person, that I have ever encountered in life, who has mattered to me in some way or the other. The scene that often crops into my mind’s eye, is of me lying on a hospital bed, and of being inundated with a long string of visitors, my hospital room filled to capacity with every single person, I’ve been close to in life.😊

Unreal! Impossible! Never going to happen! I know. To any sane and rational mind, this is more than far-fetched; but still the desire, for it to actually happen, lives on. I guess, there’s no harm in letting one’s Dreams take flight. Even if they’re far from reality, they provide happiness while they last; and that’s all that really matters.✨️

FEELING BLUE ✍️

‘SMILE YOUR BLUES AWAY!!!’😊

About two and a half years ago, when I first started posting on this blog, that’s the name I chose for my blog; because I always thought that having the ability to smile my way through life, was one of my great assets and one of God’s greatest blessings and gifts to me. 

True, life has presented me with countless opportunities in which to smile; but it has also taken me through moments of crisis, stress and extreme frustration, when a smile was absolutely the last thing on my mind. 

Despite that, somehow, I always managed to make it through the dark night. 

My blog though, has received mixed reviews from those who frequent this part of cyberspace. Mostly friends and some casual passers-by have often taken the time to comment on the content, that I’ve chosen to post here. 

Some felt that the 'smiling' was way too excessive for their liking; while others thought, that the 'blues' were always evident through the smiles.

Today, I decided to share an experience about how I managed to get through and cope with one of those 'inevitable blues' in life.

The last two days have been rather stressful. The pressure at work, has been weighing me down in a big way. Things just haven’t been going my way. I suddenly feel incapable and handicapped, and at a complete disadvantage. I haven’t been able to meet a deadline for a particular project, and am not even entirely happy with what we have managed to put together. It seems like a very shoddy and haphazardly done job; and as a result, it goes without saying, I’m very disappointed in myself. Have even contemplated just handing over the entire project to one of my colleagues. I think the best way to put it would be, I have been smiling a whole lot lesser, in the past two days.

I guess feeling a little 'off colour' sometimes, is pretty normal; and so, it wouldn’t really surprise most people. 

However, this morning in school, I had three different students asking me the same questions, 

“Miss, what’s wrong? Where has that smile gone today?”

“Miss, you don’t seem yourself today.”  

“Miss, I can’t believe this is the same optimistic person, we are so used to seeing everyday.” 

I tried to give them a not so genuine smile in response; but knowing me, most of them saw right through it. It was pretty evident. Something was troubling me terribly, and frankly, I couldn’t really pinpoint what that something was. 

My frustration literally drove me to tears last night; and to make matters worse, I didn’t really know the actual reason for those tears. All sorts of feelings and emotions made their way in. To sum it up, I guess I was at an emotional low point.😒

During the course of the day however, I managed to find someone, who lent me a listening ear; and I guess, that was something I needed really badly. The moment I’d offloaded my burdens, by voicing them to another person; I strangely felt so much better. 

This person was neither a counselor nor a psychologist. I wouldn’t even call this person my equal in age, cause the chasm of years that separates us, is extremely wide. All that was provided to me, were some words of comfort and encouragement, and some badly needed 'cheering up', that had seemed to be in short supply, over the past two days. I felt a lot calmer after that conversation and the storm that had been building up inside me, seemed to have quietened down.😊

The news I received just an hour or so later, would otherwise have crushed my spirits completely; because I received confirmed news that the project we were supposed to get done, was far from complete and didn’t even show signs of completion for another day or two. 

In my previous volatile state of mind, I would have reacted very differently to this piece of information. Strangely however, that one conversation, had helped me to handle the situation in a way, that surprised me as well. 

I was upset beyond doubt, that goes without saying. I even geared myself for a severe dressing down from my superiors, the next day. I was saddened and disappointed; but not as distressed as I had been, just a few hours ago.

Just one chat, had helped me to overcome all the pent up worry and anxiety, and had prepared me for any eventuality, no matter how grave or severe the consequences. I still wasn’t smiling; but I wasn’t incapable of doing it anymore.✨️

This experience taught me a very important lesson. It taught me about the importance, of being able to unburden oneself of one’s worries. It showed me how, just talking about something can make one feel so much better. It gave me an idea of how sometimes, the most unlikely person could help you untie the knots in a complicated situation. 

Moreover, it taught me never to give up, even when the odds are not in your favour. I learnt through this experience that no matter how many times one falls, what matters more is to rise up and go on. Strangely, this is something I myself had taught my students through a poem in Class X, only a month or so ago. Today, my own life experience reminded me of that same lesson once more.

I’m grateful to God for sending me someone, who listened to me today; and I’m also grateful to Him for taking me through this experience.

Although I’ve learnt it the hard way, I guess this experience has also taught me not to overestimate my capabilities and to stay grounded at all times. Over-confidence and pride, can be the downfall of the best of the best; and I learnt that, through a not-so-pleasant experience today. 

I’m glad this experience came along though, because now that I’m prepared for the most terrible consequences, I can smile again.😊

GLAD TO BE A TEACHER 😊❤️

What a day! I don’t think I could have gone to sleep today, without putting into words what this day has been like for me. Actually, not just this day, but this entire week has been quite something. Awesome! Splendid! Remarkable! Amazing! I could list out a whole bunch of adjectives; and it still would be insufficient, to really express how wonderful this week has been.😊

Teacher’s Day comes our way every single year, and for me, this day has always been special. This is my 5th year as a teacher; and every year Teacher’s Day has been a day I look forward to, with a lot of anticipation. 

This year, our Teacher’s Day Celebrations were spread out over an entire week. With events ranging from Antakshari, to a Quiz and even a back-breaking marathon Treasure Hunt, which has definitely contributed to some much needed weight-loss and also a terrible back-ache; the week finally culminated in a fantastic programme this morning. All in all, this week has been quite a roller-coaster ride.😄

It was a week in which our X Std. boys put themselves in our shoes for a short while everyday, and managed the school with a lot of confidence and enthusiasm. The panache and fervour with which they stepped into the roles assigned to them, was noteworthy. 

It was a week in which, the latent talents of our boys came to the fore, in a plethora of ways. Their creativity and innovation resulted in quite an incredible combination of fun, entertainment and some unforgettable moments. 

Whether it was picking up the little things we teachers do and say, and then imitating them, or poking fun at the teachers in a rather hilarious way. Whether it was simply dancing their heart away to entertain us, or putting us on the spot, with a short round of extempore speeches; the day was completely power-packed.

Of course, for me, the icing on the cake was the manifold nominations in the 'Top Three' for the Students Choice awards for the year, and actually winning one of those awards as well. Not only did it give me a fair idea of what my boys think of me as a teacher, it also made me feel so great about the fact, that I chose to be a Teacher. 

The recognition on the part of the boys, made all my efforts and hard-work, all the stress and strain, seem worthwhile. Winning the award for being the teacher with the 'Best Smile', once again reinforced my belief, that one needs to be able to find joy in the little things in life. It made me realize once more, what a wonderful gift God has blest me with - The ability to be able to ‘SMILE’ and be happy in every situation in life.✨️

My boys expressed their gratitude in so many ways over this past week. Every performance, whether it was in my classroom by my little chintus of Class 6, or by the older boys on the school stage. Whether it was through the innumerable flowers, bouquets, gifts and extremely special cards that I received. Whether it was the sms’s, phone calls, emails and scraps, or the visits from ex-students I’ve taught in the past 5 years, who took the trouble to think of their school teacher on this day -  Everything the boys did, was their small way of saying Thank You.❤️

I realized that before this day draws to a close, I also need to say a word of Thanks to the Heavenly Father above, for blessing me with all the talents and gifts that I would need, to help me be a good teacher. I need to thank Him for always being with me and guiding me on my journey through this vocation, that I have chosen. 

However, most importantly, I need to thank Him for the gift of every single student of mine, who has contributed in their own small way towards making me the teacher I am today. I can only pray that God may bless them abundantly, no matter how near or far they are from me today, because it is only because of them, that I am what I am today. I am a teacher and I’m so glad I am.💕

MY MEMORIES – MY SOLACE ✨️❤️

If I ever had to pick an Anthem for myself or a Song that aptly describes me and my personality,I guess it would be this song called ‘SMILE’. For those of you who haven’t heard the song before, the lyrics of the song go like this:

'Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile.'😊

SMILE 🎶

- Andre Rieu and Jermaine Jackson

I’m sure that those of you who know me well, and those who’ve known me over a period of years; would fully agree that this song is ‘Me’ in a nutshell.😄

Just yesterday, one of my friends made an observation about my personality. She said that although I appeared to be all happy and cheerful on the outside, there was a tremendous amount of sorrow buried deep within, that a casual onlooker would not even notice. She felt that I needed to 'Let Go' of everything that I was holding on to and just be myself…From the moment those words reached my ears, they kept going back and forth in my mind, and have caused a tremendous amount of emotional turmoil.🙄

I’d always imagined that I was a pretty 'well balanced individual', and that although the sadness and hurt, which had come my way in the past, had played an integral part in the shaping of my personality; they were not things that I was actually clinging on to. Listening to what my friend had to say however, I gradually began to wonder, whether I really had 'Let go'.🤔

On deeper introspection, I guess I came to the conclusion, that maybe I was holding on. I was holding on to 'Memories'. I was holding on to the few strands of moments, that I didn’t want to part with.

However, gradually, I also began to think, “What was so wrong with holding on?” Not letting go of the past completely, is what gives me 'Courage' to go on in life. It does lead to a lot of anguish and tears; but each time I shed a tear, I become emotionally stronger, and better equipped, to cope with the toughest situations ahead in life. 

It has also taught me, about the importance of enjoying every moment to the fullest. Looking at the way I’ve coped, is an example for so many others around me. 'My Memories' are the well-spring of my 'Creativity'. They account for the sensitive and soulful strain in my writing.✍️

Many psychologists and counsellors would probably concur with my friend, and say that I need to 'Let Go'. Somehow though, I tend to disagree; because I think, that holding on to something that’s dear to you, long after it is no longer a part of your life, is what keeps you 'Connected', with what you’ve lost.

And even if I earn that tag, of being a 'maladjusted individual', because I refuse to 'Let Go' completely, I guess I’d like to still 'Stay Connected to my Memories, till the day I myself become, 'But A Memory'.🤷

THE GIFT OF FRIENDSHIP 😊❤️

Two of my friends got married today. I’ve known them both, since the time I was in school. Over the years they got to know one another, liked each other and that fondness eventually turned into love, which then led them to the altar. It was a real joy to be a part of their wedding celebration today. Seeing the happiness on their faces, made me happy as well. I’d always known they would one day tie the knot, but to see it actually happen is quite awesome.💕

To add to that, this wedding has been like a coming together of friends, that I’ve grown up with, many of who are now out of the country. So, seeing all of them together in one place, filled me with so much of nostalgia. It was so amazing, to be in the company of old friends from school and college. Friends who I only keep in touch with through the Internet, were now once again in front of me, in person. 

So much has changed and altered over the years. Some of them look a little different from what they used to as kids. Some of them are married now, and were there with their spouses. Many of them now work and live in different parts of the world.

Despite all that has changed over time, one thing has stood the test of time, and that is the 'Friendship' that we share with one another and the love we have for one another. We may not see each other for months; and yet, when we meet, it’s like 'Coming Home'. 

Coming Home to the memories of our childhood, 

Coming Home to the times we spent together as we grew up, 

Coming Home to the feeling of being 'Friends Forever'.

I wouldn’t call them my 'Best Friends', because over time I’ve made a lot of other New Friends as well; but they definitely are among my Oldest Friends, and that’s what makes them 'Special' to me.

What a Joy it is, to be blest with Friends! If only the time we got to spend in their company, wasn’t so momentary and fleeting...

...How much more beautiful life would be.✨️😊

VIRTUE AT WHAT PRICE??? 🤔

Patience is a virtue, is what I’ve often heard; and thankfully I’ve been blest with lots of it. Of course, occasionally I do flare up and lose my temper; but I guess, on an average I could be classified as being a pretty patient individual.

I’ve often heard my friends and my students say, “She hardly ever gets angry”, which is mostly true; although there have been moments when I have been known to vent out my frustration and irritation, very vocally and audibly. 

Of course, such instances are few and far between, and therefore don’t register on the radar. That mostly happens at home and only my parents get a taste of my fury, when I occasionally turn on the heat and let out all that pent up anger.

It may be a good thing to be a patient person, but I think all we do when we call ourselves patient, is lie; because I doubt there is anyone on this planet, who is really so patient. I’m sure Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa or even Jesus Christ himself for that matter, would have definitely lost their patience, at some time or the other.🤔

In fact, I think that 'pretending to be patient', is what most of us do. I’m sure there would be many, who have perfected the art of exercising restraint, when they actually want to give someone a thorough verbal lashing. 

While it is definitely considered 'good manners' to do so, I think an over-dose of appropriate conduct, could lead a person’s mental and emotional health, to be adversely affected; and although patience is supposed to be a virtue, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in 'losing it', once in a way. 

If anything, I think it would actually make us better human beings, as we wouldn’t be bottling up so many negative emotions, that we would definitely have as human beings. In the process, we would end up developing into more stable individuals.

So, I guess the next time I call myself a patient person, I think I would first have to go and see who I need to give a very serious dressing down to; and for those who’ve always known me to be a very calm and gentle soul, that would indeed be a true sight to behold.😄