To learn more question more...!!

To be able to answer the prompt in the given context: "Who should be a teacher" is to first teach our young ones what they should expect of the learning process and from the teacher.

Do we not need to first teach our children to respect a teacher and to understand that a teacher is meant to kindle the fire of learning in you, but the fire is your's to feed!!

Only if we were all to realize this basic fact that Socrates philosophized, learning and teaching would take on its true essence. 

Yes, the consumerist tendencies of the capitalist world somehow dictate the teacher too to be more and more inclined to the monetary gains of the profession but even so, to be able to bring back the altruism in the humane profession it is for us, the learners and the students to bring back the lost glory.

Teachers need to be (re) trained in empathy and the students too need to develop an attitude of                                                                              gratitude.

Taali ek haath se nahin bajati!! 

One can not clap with one hand. Both hands must come together to form a clap!!

  

For the love of pain...

Redefining religion!

almost....

you and i 
don't and won't 
and can't
and so one knows
yes, it was meant to be...
meant to be this way
if it was meant to be 
any other way
it would have been 
or will be
what is 
is how 
it was meant to be

A stitch in time saves nine!

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” – Khalil Gibran

Oft one hears...."Just throw it away, it's broken......" Aaaah! yes, but I never could, doubt I'll learn to, well, doesn't seem likely anytime soon...just love it too much: fixing broken stuff. As a youngster, it was the TDK tapes with my favourite songs that used to get stuck in the tape-recorder (gunjal ho jaati thee) and I just couldn't throw them and loose all those songs, ouch!! Nevaaaah! And so I diligently fixed them with cello tape. And voila! the music, it played again, minus a couple of lines and a distinct sound when the cellotaped portion ran over the tape reader.....My stuff, yes, I like fixing it, it gives me memories and with it, a history. 

rain....

you ask

why it is i come back?

what i would love to know

when it was i ever left

or can i even?

did you?'
can you?'
oh! my darling 
the earth it needs rain...

The lift off...

                                                       You can actually hear the shattering...
                                                                      I never ever knew!!

well i'll be darned!

well, I'll be darned
being irresponsible enough
wasting the poetry that emanates from some deep recesses in my soul
whence our souls should brush past each other
on some highway
you and I were meant 
to be...
say I not
it's the conversations of the souls
I am the medium that feels these conversations...

...when I'm home...

The accidental flick of the hand against the quivering stomach
yes, almost missable...
the rush of emotion that engulfs
the constant sharp desire 
to have your head where your hand just brushed past
love is not so much in the realm of the obvious
but in the strength of the knowing
in the awareness
in the urge to give and receive, so strong...
a chaotic yet soothing the sense of homecoming.....

We have one life to live so much to give and so much to share....

He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him in.

'Outwitted' by Edwin Markham