muniya re muniya

I dream. I would be there. On the border. Guns and Arms. Eyes on unrest. Mind vigilant. With a proud heart. And Love. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. In the school. Colourful chalks and duster. Teaching them about life. And its ways. Bending down on rough roads. Mending the matrix. Of a tough lattice. With terrific energy. Just as the young. And fire. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Writing with a fountain pen. On chunks of papers. My story, your story, our story. And everybody's story. For us. For them. Perhaps make us gauge. Over little things. And smile. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Visiting the world. And capturing in the eye. Taking notice. Of the unfathomable culture. On the world map. Spending evenings. In utter silence and awe. With You. On the side. And drink. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Living a life of 10 to 5. Breakin...

And I found myself murmuring during the first rays of the sun. "Teaching is such a noble profession. But you see most of the things have been digitized now and the impact which a teacher had over the students by scratching the chalk on that blackboard has gone missing. That flair of teaching has its own grace." Half sleepy - Half awake : I am not able to make the why and wherefore of it.

Class XII. CBSE Board Exams.  First Exam - English. March 2013. English was one such subject that always saved my percentage. And it was one such subject I never worried about. I studied it in a quick. Not because I was extremely over confident of my command over the subject but because English just happened to me. Perhaps the credit went to my immense reading habits since Class V. Its just the reading and those stories that somehow fortunately landed me right grammatically. But I had nothing to boast about because I did not know the tenses and how to convert sentences from one tense to the other. Honestly, I still do not know. I continue to try. So the only thing I always did in the 'Section-B : Writing' of that question paper was - follow the instinct, play with words for they fantasized me and pour some good cursive handwriting. And it worked. So once again I was writing and writing and time was running. For the first time in my life and sadly in the last English exam of m...