Melody

Beats faster and faster, her heart
Yet slow and deep is her breath
As the day nears
Every minute seems like an hour
The wilted rose comes alive
Writings of his talk
Forgotten how he smells
She longs for his arms

Jerk, the train halts
Awaken is she from her dream
Dreamt of him did she all this while?
With a perfect smile,
into the dream world goes she again.

Gurudakshina

After ages today i organised my important documents. While doing the same i came across a sheet which i had written when i was in class 10th. This is what it read -


Why do we call our teacher a guru, a mentor or a spiritual preceptor? The answer to this is quite simple. He is the storehouse of spiritual energy which he can transmit to others. He helps his disciples to polish their inner self till it reflects the light of truth.

The best gurudakshina is to adhere to the gurus words. Once a guru sent his pupil to collect dry 'useless' leaves. Whenever he tried to gather the dry leaves he would be stopped by the village folks saying that they needed it for fuel to heat water, humus for plants, for making patravalis, for medicinal purpose, etc. The disciple returned empty handed and dejected. On seeing him his guru said, "The knowledge that you have gained today of how nothing is useless in this world is my gurudakshina."

However, this path of accepting tutelage is not easy. The disciple has to offer his ego at the gurus feet and accept him.

2004.

Happy Teachers Day

5th Sept is a day of great importance for every being. At every stage of our lives we learn and we give it back by teaching someone else. Its Teachers Day today. Every year while i was still in school i used to look forward for this day to arrive. The student- teacher bond is unexplainable.

I had penned a fare well poem on the last day of my school. This one dates back in 2004. My respect and regards to every single soul that touched my life and taught me for me to be able to be at this place today.

The Last Day

I get the same sense as i had on the first day of my school
Oiled and plated hair, ironed uniform,
scented socks and cherry blossemed shoes.
Just the same as I dress my self from tip to toe
to attend the last day of my school.

The last day when I pack my school bag
The last day I place my school diary in it
The last day to play pranks on my dear teachers
The last day to be scolded by the loved ones
The last day to hear someone call us by our tag name Jinda Murde
The last day to see our sirs in stylish glares while teaching us
The last day for a teacher to mark us for not doing our social studies homework
The last day to give fake reasons for incomplete Art assignments
The last day when a English teacher would storm out of the class because we troubled her

The last day

Never in the last 13 years did i think of such a day

I remember how my nursery teacher taught me A,B,C,D
And how in the due course letters turned into lengthy history answers

But its the bitter truth
The last day has arrived

Yes, the very last day at my second home

Well 'The last day'

Is this a fair day?

It can't be because its our "farewell day"

A day to begin a new life.

The night of 9th Feb 2004 i had written this piece. Our farewell was on 11th Feb. I miss Lok Puram Public School dearly. My home for 13 years.