curly K
Day Dreamer
Monday 11 May 2015
Nepal Earthquake diaries
Thursday 15 January 2015
Being a teacher
Today, I bid goodbye to my first ever batch of The British College, L3S1 2014. I felt a tight knot in my heart while doing so. Not that I am not going to see them around in college, I will see them around and probably teach some of them too. But it's not going to be the same. For me they will always be the very special. They have taught me so much about patience, perserverance, positive reinforcement and above all a true meaning an joy of being a teacher. I never knew I had this caring heart inside of me who cares about their every glitch, worries when they don't turn up in consequently for couple of days, get tensed if they mingle in a wrong company.
I don't know if I will feel this way to every batch I teach, that if my future students can capture my heart similarly, only time will tell.
This post is for them, for each and every student. All I want to say is that I love you all and I will always cherish each and every one . I will always back you up when you need me. You all are a special lot!
Saturday 29 November 2014
Simple living
"When I go to a simple village and see those simple people living their lives, I realise how poor I am " ~Saurav Satyal
Monday 10 November 2014
Sheer joy
Every thing I am not , you are
You complete me through and through.
Joy puee joy
That is what you are.
Weekend
It feels like a mahabharat to actually take out time for my self these days when work, family, my pet pookie, social obligations are all craving for my attention. However, last weekend I decided that I had to go away from this maddening city. Go away even if it meant to hibernate for few hours.
Friday 19 September 2014
Monday 8 September 2014
Hafa'
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Hafa' ~ about a gurl who loves rain, gentle rain.
Every time it rains, I wonder how I always get lost in the splashes of rain. I find my self facing towards the sky, with my arms wide open and drops of rain falling gently over my face. My lashes cover my eyes, my smile stretches right over my face, and I am as jubilant ever every time it rains. With every rainfall, these series of events come to pass all over again. Rainfall and me, we are somehow connected. I say that because ever since I was a little girl I remember getting amused with rain. When I was a kid, I used to squeal with delight at the very sound of pitter patter on my window pane. I used to quietly sneak out of my room and run outside in my lawn, jump on the puddles of mud wearing a slipper which was way beyond my little feet. I always got a bash after I came home from my mom or my dad for spoiling their slippers, and used to get sick eventually. But then these little bashings never really did stop me from experiencing that certain feeling of trance, of that divine sensation when the first drop of rain falls on the ground. Every time I stand there in my balcony or on terrace with my arms wide open; I find my self in peace, in tranquility. I some how can connect with the rain. My mind fills with euphoric feelings. I am exhilarated after every slosh of rain falls on my soul, not only my body. My soul gets quenched after every splash. This occasional slosh has been the reason for my happiness. For me being some one who gets inspiration and happiness over small things, this is a perfect moment whereby all my worries, my negative aura gets washed by and there is an ample place for my creativity to flourish. Today too it rained, well it’s still raining and the flower within me has bloomed exhibiting its all beauty. Amidst the regular onslaught of work and mundane activities, today after my trip to my terrace, I have found myself back, smiling and shining and so very placid. Some people feel the rain, while others just get wet. Try to feel it and you then know the sheer beauty of it. You will be able to then live by heart and walk with faith and fly with love.
My husband gave me this name ~Hafa' when we were dating back then. He was the one who inspired me to write this article