LEGACY OF A PASSIONATE TEACHER. Life is a roller coaster ride, we will all experience the surge of it. We never know what turn it takes to. The misery of lying on your bed, ill with your school and students a few yards away from you. If classroom is a stage, a teacher is an artist and the students are audience and judges too. The whole drama unfolds with all animation, articulation and emotions. Like a perennial river, energy and enthusiasm are at brim. The passionate lectures and the quizzical expressions are a must watch. Words, words and more words echo the room. When similes, metaphors join hands with onamatopae and naughty puns reel round. The jingling alliteration with her bestie consonance, refraining the class, each of the one in class thrilled to core. when villaneous bell, enjamb(ment)s the TLP to next day, crest fallen faces are to be pitied. When transferred epithets and oxymorons replace the names of students will it not be an occasion for the students to chuckle.
GOOD SAMARITANS The recent death of Mr. Narayan Reddy the famous stalwart cook of grandpa kitchen, had sent me into deep reverie. The demise of this septuagenarian is lose to all those kids whom he had fed with all love and care. All this brought to me the very image of all those septuagenarians and above who possesses the warmth and bonhomie feeling. I always wonder how my mother and her sister siblings are so loving and always being hospitable. Not only my mother that entire generation I owe them a huge respect. I am in late forties, but with all shame I tell your I get panic when extra members come to my home during lunch or dinner time. It is not that I don’t have heart to welcome them, but I don’t know how much, what and where to start my preparation. Many a time I feel it a great inconvenience, in contrast I wonder from where would that generation get that spirit to cook and serve with all affection and care. I ponder what is wrong with us. Is it that we are too bu