3 Teachers Caught Talking

3 teachers caught talking

were given a spanking

faces were made

comments spewed

lack of sincerity

epic inefficiency

extraordinary audacity

hiding incapability

then summoned for court martial

they stood in line

heads bowed

shoulders straight

hierarchies maintained

the panel spoke

“you have been found guilty

would you care to explain?”

abashed of such cross behaviour

they mumbled in voices appropriately low

for fear of LOP

“Honourable sirs and madams

we admit of guilt

and are much ashamed

of inexplicable attention

to details not worthy of mention”

“And what are they?”, the panel thundered

appraisals around

the teachers shied but emboldened soon

spluttered the truth

“The boy who should be an astronomer, mam

is not focused on his goal.”

“The girl who is the best dancer is fighting shy of stage”

“Yesterday that short fella was bullied much”

“Today she came crying to school again”

Restless and anxious of the waste of prestigious time

name and reputation, the panel rushed

“Okay madam, but what about the syllabus

who will complete the lessons

correct the copies

talk to parents

praise the authorities

and bring in more moolah

if you waste time

in useless sympathies?”

That was that

reddened rumps

chastened talks

blushing pink

the teachers went back to syllabus

the world is saved

the future is in safe hands!




Of looking outside the window

Sometimes be driven around

sit back

take it slow

simply look outside the window

watch snippets of living

before the madness gets to you.

It is a one-time show, remember

the actors change

you will be touched by time too

the settings, the props

are not always for you to decide

curtains fall any time

so smile your while on stage

and allow yourself to be led

if you are  blessed to have a certain someone

allow yourself to be fed

you are the king if you have someone

to tuck you to sleep and wake you up with a smile

so cherish that being

celebrate that feeling

sometimes a walk, sometimes a talk

at times a looking out of the window

is a luxury your soul might seek

so allow time to heal you

so allow friends to meet you

sometimes just surround yourself with love.



Soulful Conversations

Of talking and the desire to be heard.

So it is said my friend Vanishree, ” I love soulful conversations, it is very stimulating.I always look forward to be able to have a good talk with someone who is well read and have an opinion.” Vani went on to create a forum for those intellectual and stimulating talks to happen and in the process brought many like minded individuals together to discuss books, life and what not. My experience of attending these talks count as some of the best moments of my life. I met interesting people, discussed matters of importance and in general had a great time. I am sure many others who were fortunate to be a part of this movement will share my opinion.

Some of the most meaningful and stimulating talks that I have outside the classrooms are those with the youngster at my home. Sometimes she shocks me with her insight. So it was when she stated after a rather long talk, ” Can you stop reinforcing the negatives with your repetition of the same?” Stunned almost, I became quiet and felt most humbled.

I realized how I was creating a rut, a pattern of things I didn’t want in my life any more. And decided to change.

For some blunt crystal clear perspective on any aspect of living, I can always trust my girl and my mom, they rarely dress the truth in sophistication!

Most people I know enjoy the idea of a soulful heart to heart conversation. Good conversations have to go beyond those meaningless forwards and good mornings and cliched jokes and wishes on many days of yearly importance.

Some of the most beautiful relationships that I recount are those between people who ‘sit down to talk’, the rest follows, or so I believe. On the reverse, relationships which crack are those that don’t allow time for the ‘talk’, or may be.

When I look back into my childhood, I remember the heated after dinner conversations, revolving around latest national happenings to state politics to office rivalries which formed a part of the discussion at  Kopparambil in Varandhirapilly. While women of the house were mostly quiet listeners there were times when they aired their views too. For my ten year old self, watching the silhouettes form against the yellow night lamps, some times dozing on my mother’s lap and half listening to what was being discussed was manna to the soul.

How many times do we get together for a talk, a simple, motive-less, non promotional sort of talk with those we would like to converse with?

Why do we not have forums for simple face to face talk where opinions and views can be debated and discussed?

A good conversation is a treat to the soul. With disappearing public places, the tree sides, temple corners, there is less and less scope for a good talk these days. After all aren’t we caught up in the task of living?

But do one thing, make time to talk to people who matter to you. Listen to them. Share views however opposing they might be over a cup of tea or coffee, sit down, talk over a book, discuss a film, go, get together. Make space for soulful conversations in in your lives!

I am definitely trying to create more space for conversation in my life, nudging and even coaxing some to do the same. Are you interested in soulful conversations too?



THIS WAY you will be fine

erase your breasts

they are too prominent

cut out your light

your eyes are too bright

trim your nose

it’s too nosy

see only what is shown

otherwise forget (u never saw)

feel a little – in tiny capsules

easy to ingest

behind ur breasts

within ur rib cage

is your heart

keep it silent

it has to beat

its music is for it alone

don’t meddle

don’t dirty

be decent

stay safe


PS: https://hightimes.com/news/world/pro-pot-doctor-fighting-big-pharma-stabbed-death/



Kaada- The Great Indian Magic Drink

If ever a guest appeared at the doorstep, sneezing and sniffing and complaining of the bad weather, the increasing pollution, reducing immunity etc. my mother would very discreetly disappear in to the kitchen. She would be back soon enough with the magical potion for all cold, cough, flu of any Indian kind holding forth a tumbler full of hot ‘kaada’.

” Drink it, don’t worry. Your cold will vanish.” Amma would suggest to the surprised guest and later go on to insist with the excuse, ” after all it’s for his good. What’s in it for me?” thus once again proving unequivocally her command over many of the kitchen cures.

I have been subjected to tough code of ‘kaada’ many times in my growing years along with the spicy ‘rasam’ and rice at dinner to help me tide over those days of heaviness in the head and clogged nasals.

In these days, when Bangalore is sneezing and wheezing all at once, I am thinking fondly of ‘kaada’ and of course, amma! It helps to have some one who knows a remedy for every malady at home, wishful thinking!

She is just a phone call away, thankfully.

But you see, even with the best of ‘Kaada’ intentions in my heart, I might still not be able to make it well because I do not have the necessary ingredients. With no ritual of lighting a tulasi lamp at home, I am inconvenienced to find a few tulsi sprigs to make my version of ‘kaada’. Any ways let me share the recipe, so that you can have the magic wand to drive cold away, any time.

So it is like this:

Boil a cup full of water. Add half a tsp of coffee powder, the ground variety, not the instant one. Allow it to come to boil. Add a few crushed black pepper corns, powdered dry ginger, a piece of jaggery or ‘gud’, crushed tulsi leaves, a pinch of turmeric and reduce the water to half its quantity.

Strain and pour into a cup and your magic potion is ready. Have it hot and sweat off your fever or cold by covering yourself in a blanket and getting a nice sleep. Repeat the process till completely cured.

What I like especially about ‘kaada’ is its universality. When I was down with fever while at Indore my maid suggested, ‘Bhabhiji, kaada pee lo”,  ‘make your ‘kaada’ sister.’

Kaada’ in its different avatars is a popular cold remedy across the country.

Sneezing are you? Time to have ‘kaada’!





A Moment of Epiphany

Epiphany was to me a term to be learnt and forgotten like much else that is done at  college. I remember the copy of my text book ‘The Glossary of Literary Terms by M.H. Abrahams’ which the handsome and ever smiling Ajayan, my junior had borrowed to learn from and in which he had laboriously made notes, underlined and marked various stuff. That is how the word first caught my attention, with a note written by him.

In the early years after leaving college I was still under the illusion of being able to clear NET (National Eligibility Test for Lectureship) and get that elusive scholarship called JRF( Junior Research Fellowship) which promised a princely sum of Rs. 10,000 which was such a dream. What made it even more impossible for me to give up on this dream was Balraj.K, my younger brother who insisted on asking me almost every single day, ‘Chechi, are you not preparing for NET’?  I resented his prodding me  and was consumed with guilt and sorrow when I lost him and his daily questions for ever on 10th of July in 2012 that I immediately registered for a PGCTE from EFLU, Hyderabad. I was in tears every time I sat down to write each one of those 33 assignments of having let down that single human being who seemed to have such a mountain of faith in my abilities.

Life rolls on, doesn’t it? So it did, many bumps and rough hits later, I was busy enjoying my state of ill health, nagging pain, over heaped stress, anxiety and what not, refusing to see the sun light, determined to seek doom and gloom,wearing a sad, tired face of a martyr much maligned and much abused by the act of living, yes, this was as recent as yesterday, when epiphany chose to strike!

Epiphany in literature is a moment of sudden realization, as in when the Prince of Denmark, the young Hamlet, realizes that there is no such a thing as a perfect revenge and that he has to make good of the chances that come his way to avenge the brutal killing of his father at the hands of his uncle, Claudius.

” There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will”.

Epiphany struck me in the realization of how much of our lives is in our own hands and how much is definitely not ours to chose or to play around with. The element of uncertainty in life looms large making it difficult to make definite plans and preparations for what is to come.Perhaps then all that is to be done is to embrace life with a Nietzschei-an nihilism and take it as it comes. There is no grand purpose anyways!

Maybe then it makes sense to be in the moment, enjoy who you are, where you are, irrespective of those around or not around you.

It makes sense to celebrate your little moments of achievements like your being able to get up early, why not? or being regular with your exercise or being able to keep your smile intact or maybe just being around as you are, that is no mean achievement considering the fact that many of the more illustrious are choosing to call it quits from the stage of life, rather early and many others never get a chance to come this far in living!

So, go on, celebrate living, plan or no plans.

So, go on, be yourself, no matter who judges you and how.

So, go on, love yourself,  whatever your reality is, love it, embrace it wholeheartedly.

Epiphanies anyone?

Teaching Thrills

It is not some cheap thrill

it is serious life-altering stuff

that happens in a classroom

each day every day

that brings to life

much joy, great sense of being

in the exchange of ideas

in watching young people

get up to be more confident

to stand up for themselves

is a sight of salvation, nothing less

there is no modesty

in acknowledging

its power of sunshine

to get along, to get going, to reach a better place

to be a part of this journey is a blessing, nothing less

so each day, keeping aside those dirty much cried over secrets of life

wound and thrown into the dust bin

she enters the classroom with a joy unbound

and inshallah! is blessed to receive many times over

multitudes of joys in return.

PS: What goes around, comes around,the beauty of Nishkama Karma.