My Dear ancestors. perhaps you had never thought about me, all that you had done, were burying yourselves in the creations/ innovations you were pride about. I had grown up listening to the anecdotes of my grandparents about our planet being blue, green and brown. but what i see around me only grey, smoggy and parched landscapes, just a dismal visual. You have conditioned your lives according to your material prosperity and unconditioned the bounty of nature. I heard that you were warned about the repurcusions for being indifferent, negligent and irresponsible but all that you heeded was about unhealthy rat race. the governments were too boastful about infrastructure development and at the cost of environment. conclaves, summits, meeting all that you had only with a shallow talks. Your words in the air still echo in our hearts but with little actions. Today our textbooks are replete with issues and more issues but with no solutions. you always appealed to us about envi...
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 chuck...