Blessed to be a Teacher

5th of September is observed as one of the most auspicious day in the life of an educator. Although everyday is joyous and full of learning with students yet we simply cannot overlook the solemnity of celebrating Teachers’ Day.

It’s a day when our dear students take all the pains and go an extra mile to make our day special. They make us realize that Teaching isn’t just a profession , but a promise and a lifelong relation between a student and a teacher.

I consider myself lucky and feel really proud that my students love me for what I’ve done for them. From listening to their problems to preparing them for the real world, a teacher always makes sure to influence a child’s life for eternity. I feel accountable for each one of them because I want them to pick up the best of everything and become a better human being.

Spent a wonderful day with my students and I’m glad that my students find me worthy of all the love they showered on me today. When I saw their twinkling eyes, felt their immense love in their hugs and kisses, and addressed my cupcakes this morning, and tears in my eyes, I felt overjoyed.








The Window


A window is not just a window for the admission of air and light, it has functions beyond that. If you observe closely, it seems like a fissure to a potpourri of myriad stories to expose. With that hot mug of cappuccino, you need to tune in for stories, the ones which appear as commonplace and nugatory at times, yet these flimsy stories become special and fill us with gratitude, when we realize how these show the ropes for a better acceptance of life. Sometimes when we are irked.

There are moments when we are so caught up in our own lives that we hardly seem to know our neighbourhood. Indeed we all are trading with severe tribulations and are gravely affected with the reign of all-pervading satiety and tedium, and it is within those moments of distress that in the loneliness of our room, we fortuitously unlock the window, hoping to get some fresh air. In an attempt to alleviate the troubled brain, we get lucky as it serves just a little more than that.

A little boy playing with his mother while the mother running after the toddler like her world revolves around him and the moment she gets the hold of him, she unfolds an ethereal smile. Wow! isn’t the gesture extremely gorgeous?

And then there is another story when the little kid has evolved into a quick-tempered teenager. He, who once found peace in his mother’s arms, now finds happiness and excitement in the outside world, a world which is unruly and cruel. Just at that moment you feel like telling him to not get carried away and be too conclusive with the false image of the world. Somehow, you are able to see yourself in the haughty teenager and it’s almost like revisiting yourself down the memory lane.

Before you get time to ponder upon how time flies and toddlers grow up into arguing teenagers, you find yourself witnessing another story where a man in his forties is struggling with the loneliness which has become his constant companion after having lost his mother. The creaking sound of the rusted doors is the only sound in his house, the broken window panes seem to be shattered already without a wind stroke and the cracked walls define the untold tale of his dis-favored life. He has peacefully embraced life as it is.

Finally after absorbing the gist of these trivial tales, you settle down your puzzled mind by deliberating a good deal over the thoughts which were obstructing your train of ideas and optimistic views. Unknowingly, you compare your situation with theirs and get an answer for what was troubling you. In the end, you may not be able to get all the answers, but certainly it made you know that this too shall pass.

Always remember most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes we need to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.



When the shimmering beams of sunlight,

Traces its way down,

To the vicinity of their world,

Lightens up her face with the morning beauty,

She curls up in his arms,

To hide an unexpected disturbance.


To her wonder,

He holds her in a curious warm embrace,

Like a kid,

Holding on his favourite toy,

As if to allow no one,

To take her away even in those unconscious moments.


Giving away her chastity,

She hasn’t lost but gained a world she had never dreamed before.

A world where,

He stays, she lives.

A place where,

He says, she materializes.

A room where,

He orders, she pursues.

A time when,

He departs, she cries.

An abode where,

He loves, she worships.


The moment when she gazed at herself in the mirror,

She discovers how his touch has glistened every bit of her.

How his care has adorned her existence,

How his ethereal love has enamoured her disposition.

At this juncture,

She cannot help but smile,

And thank the lord,

To embed a gem forever in her life.


Desert Coursers


Adventure trips give people a chance to shun the barrenness of a busy life. After all life is all about collecting moments and not things. A lifestyle full of schedules and mundane tasks tends to deviate from the path of happiness and mental clarity. We are accumulating stress in all areas of our life, robbing us of pleasure and adversely reducing both or personal and professional effectiveness. It’s for this reason that Stephen Covey has dedicated his ‘Seven Habits of Effective People’ to self renewal through recreation and relaxation. Goofing around every now and then or chilling out in the lap of nature become inevitable as we believe that the human spirit needs places where Nature has not been rearranged by the hands of man.

Being an educator, I’d like to call it one of those few advantages of my profession that I get such getaways or opportunities where we can spend some days in the wilderness and learn more from nature.

My recent visit to a very small town, Zainabad, Gujarat gave me a couple of good memories to remember and cherish forever. Zainabad is situated in Gujarat and is primarily a tourist destination. Mainly nature lovers and tourists of the world visit this place for it excellent scenic landscape. It was a very unique stay made all the more special by the presence of helpful volunteers and knowledgeable guides who organized the camp.

There are a bunch of traditionally built, eco-friendly cottages, locally called Koobas. Each of them have a small front porch where one can sit on a swing and take in the wonderful surroundings. Inside are traditional Khatiyas with super-comfortable bedding and quilts. These khatiyas don’t look it but are extremely comfortable.


These cottages are fantastic for a true taste of rural life lost in the mist of dust and a continuous stench of mud. The stay includes all meals, which are prepared fresh on-site and served in a beautiful open-air setting.


Desert Coursers is the premier establishment for birding, culture and experiencing the Little Rann of Kutch. A geographically unique landform, the Asiatic wild ass roams free here.The Little Rann also abounds in birdlife and is a popular breeding area for Flamingoes.


Just around 50 km from Zainabad is a place called Modhera which is famous for it’s unique cultural heritage, The Sun Temple. This temple has resemblance with the Konark and Khajuraho temples in architectural style. Built in 1026-27 by King Bhimdev, it was partially damaged when Mahmud of Ghazni raided it. The Sanctum Sanctorum, was designed such, that the rays of the rising and setting sun on the day of equinox, fell on the bejewelled statue.


The experience has been truly a fantastic one for me as it gave me a break from my routine mundane tasks and charged me up for my upcoming endeavors. Be it a ride on the safaris or just a stroll around the cottages, it’s great to relax and rejuvenate yourself by reconnecting with Nature. I believe it is indeed a different experience for all those people who generally search relaxation in malls and movie halls.

The simple yet difficult lifestyle of the tribal and villagers touched my heart endlessly. It felt like a complete blend of struggle and satisfaction. I feel once in a while it is important for all of us to log off from our daily routines and go camping.


A Special Morning







♥A special morning for me would be a morning when I wake up and blessed with a chance to live my childhood again. As I’m a grown up twenty-five year girl now, I crave for the days which are gone. While writing this I feel nostalgic because that was really the golden time of life which is worth living again. I wish for the mornings when waking up late wouldn’t mess up things for my life, when I’m not supposed to cook for myself and others rather I insist someone to cook something special for me.

After being independent in life, I have truly recognized the value of time, family, money and all the things which I took for granted being a child. But one more thing that I’ve learnt after all this while is the significance and the speciality of childhood.

For me, a morning where I can afford to be late, to  make silly errors which can or cannot be expected , to take risks, to daydream, to forget dates and deadlines, a time where I don’t care about anything except flying, like a lark. It would be a time when I pick my school bag and go to school again to read, to learn, to imagine, to play, to explore, to laugh and sing the song of my heart.

Life becomes mundane when we grow up and we tend to follow all the rules which are dictated to us in some way or the other. I’m not against following rules and restrictions but the sort of innocence with which a child breaks a rule without worrying about being judged for his or her behaviour is totally different and actually a blessing to have.

YouR LasT…

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You haven’t come,

May be you would never come.

Why you have gone away?

Night is yet to be over.

Why you have gone away?

Eyes are paused,

For sleep is snatched away .

Lips are shut,

For words are suppressed by your plans.

Soul keeps waiting,

For the moment you would accept us.

A day when you would finally come,

To get what has always been yours.

But the time reversed,

And the lives were changed.

Heart stopped beating,

Waiting for you.

Wanted it only, was to be your last,

And live a relation so true.

A burden too heavy


‘Private tuitions’  are something every student must have gone through, if he or she has done his schooling in India. Nowadays, this tendency is spreading out a lot more than old times as I encounter everyday among students while working in a school. Well, it’s not like I am in denial of private tuitions  absolutely, but yes,  I have a point. I have witnessed this thing that earlier only those students who were used to be weak in any one or two subjects were sent by their parents to take extra classes after school or the so-called ‘private tuitions’. If a class have thirty students, then the students taking tuitions on a regular basis were not more than fifteen or ten, which was very low compared to a time we are facing now. This private tuition stuff was only limited to classes from higher to secondary. But with the changing scenario, I am shocked to see and find it very uncomfortable to digest, but this trend has branched out all over from Kindergarten to College level. This came as a disheartening fact to me, when I saw kids who are just in kindergarten or primary classes and yet,  they are attending private tuitions and that too on a regular basis after school, which means they have no time for self-study or any other recreational activities. It’s like their little minds never take any rest or even break. They have to work hard or I can say double even at such age only because their parents do not have enough time to teach them at home and some do have a bunch of free hours in their hands but they hardly care about spending it with their kids and work hard to make them learn things at home. Parents, these days have become so much engrossed in their own lives (personal or social) that they declare a six-year-old taking the pains of private tuitions after attending six hours of school, valid and justifiable. They don’t feel that school is enough for a pupil to learn and understand. Moreover, sometimes they expect more than what should be expected from a kid at that age.  I find it very disappointing to spend the most innocent and carefree time of your life i.e the childhood in such a drastic manner. 

Even though I agree that private tuitions are helpful at some point of your schooling specially from higher school to secondary ( not for everyone), as students come across different issues every now and then in that period. In some cases, it might also prove a huge help also, since in a class of more than thirty, it becomes tough for a single teacher to take care of every student individually. You can’t held a teacher responsible for that because the teacher student ratio in a class  is what often overlooked in almost every school. But it really breaks my heart,  when I see them still making mistakes even after taking the  important private tuitions after long hours of school. The burden of bags and books on their back with the burden of six hours of school plus two hours of tuitions make them look like they are sailing in two boats at the same time. This is harmful for the natural growth of their minds and body. These days students are so much under pressure of study that they are forgetting day by day the value of leisure time or some free time to play and have little bit of fun. This is a very serious issue if we look into it.

In my class, I have twenty-five students and sad it is to say, but almost twenty among them attend a private tuition daily after school. Those innocent minds are at such tender age that they don’t even understand what they are going through, what sort of life they are living and what kind of wonderful experiences they are missing out by living such miserable lives. With that, one more thing I observe is that such students hamper the understanding of the remaining five who depend only on school and teachers for study. Though the twenty of them always remain ahead of whatever has been taught in the class but they keep shouting again and again in order to respond first whenever a teacher is teaching a topic in class and thus make it hard for those five to perceive. This particular thing annoys a teacher also and thus makes the teaching environment bitter. Sometimes, it becomes so uneasy for us to tackle them and make them understand that if they understand or know an answer, then let their mouth shut for a while until the teacher has made his point and the rest of them actually grasp that point instead of just moving their heads in a fake yes throughout a period. With these private tuitions thing going on side by side, students will never be able to understand the value of self-study, plus the parents also lose a chance to connect with their ward and experience some really beautiful moments together. I declare myself lucky that I wasn’t forced to live a life like that by my parents in my childhood and was brought up in a free atmosphere which is essential for the natural growth of any child.

On a Rainy Night

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On a rainy night,

It went something like this,

When the hearts got stick,

And the souls themselves restrict,

Propagated love.

Love that was unknown,

Touch that made them spellbound,

A kiss spontaneous,

An embrace so tenacious,

And thus the souls entwined,

On a rainy night.

Hard it was for her,

But the arms were so dense,

And the passion was strong.

Lust didn’t allow to move,

Salacity asked them to stoop.

So they kept it going,

And lost each other,

In a cuddle, so warm.

On a rainy night,

Things went above the par.

Moments were lovable,

Lock was serene.

Tongues were tied,

Due to the beauty unseen.

Eyes weren’t watching,

Ears weren’t listening

But the head could hear,

A language of Love,

A dialect of tears,

And an accent of cheer,

On a rainy night,

This is how Love appeared.

Just Yesterday


It seems just yesterday,

I finally learnt how to speak.

And yet other day,

I learnt cycling and not to freak.

It was just yesterday,

I gave my tenth birthday treat,

Noticing a slight change in my tiny physique.


Just another morning in school,

Still fresh an evening in the near by garden and some pool.

Playing with sand and mud,

Without caring about any thug.

Dealing with my first period and pimple,

Were the most baffling things happened to me.

The only things I used to put on,

Was a little frock or a jeans with a tee.


Mascara , Liner or any touch up,

I used to have nothing.

Now,  I show off like a grown up,

That’s another thing.

In those days,

There was only one hand I used to accede.


My  stupid heart longs for another one,

Whom I can call mine ,

Which is there forever to stand by me.


It’s totally different,

How my dreams travelled so far.

From a toy to a wedding dress.

This journey I enjoyed,

With some cheers and some scars.

Adios 2013





This year started with things and events I really wasn’t looking forward to. In fact I never wanted it to come, a big fool I was! But as they say it really isn’t under anyone’s control, you  have got to keep going. Anyway, I forged ahead and found things worth fighting and living for one by one. The best thing I uncovered in this year is that how strong and forgiving I can be even at times when I am  absolutely wrecked.  Another thing that made this year even more wonderful for me is friendship.  I mean really people it’s not just a word, it’s a requisite.  They never give upon you even if you are least hopeful and interested. I got to travel out of my state to another one and met some really nice online friends. God! I loved it. Also with that, I enjoyed the beauty of Nature and man-made wonders ( he he my first flight). Another important thing that struck me in the middle of this year was how does it feel to live my dream. I attended teachers’ training and really each and every day in school was a day well spent. Innocent and curious kids, their queries and comments never allows you to get bored with this profession. Such an energetic and inspiring experience it was. One more important thing that took place in 2013 is my entry into the real world aka starting point of my career. I finished my studies and stuff this year and joined some school as an educator, and now everyday is a new challenge, a new something. 🙂 Each day I get compliments for my work and actions with some directions to be better. I am loving it. One thing I know  now is that, if you really are interested in your job, you never get tired, in fact you crave to explore more and more every now and then. And yes I would like to thank someone here, for that person pushed me hard enough to actually go for it. I am really grateful. 2013 was full of different new experiences that I am never gonna forget in my life.  So in the end of this year and also this post, would like to say a big Thanks to this year and people who supported me throughout. You guys mean a lot to me. Love you all! Also this reminds me of a song here. Enjoy! 😀

“Everything At Once”

As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox
As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear
As free as a bird, as neat as a word
As quiet as a mouse, as big as a houseAll I wanna be, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everythingAs mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
As long as a road, as ugly as a toad

As pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture
Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be
Bright as day, as light as play
As hard as nails, as grand as a whale

All I wanna be oh, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everything
Everything at once
Everything at once, oh
Everything at once

As warm as the sun, as silly as fun
As cool as a tree, as scary as the sea
As hot as fire, cold as ice
Sweet as sugar and everything nice

As old as time, as straight as a line
As royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee
As stealth as a tiger, smooth as a glider
Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be

All I wanna be oh, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everything
Everything at once.