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“What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair

hailstones.
that’s what i remember.
when the stones fell
onto the already breaking roofs of our class,
the girl who sat three rows ahead
stopped reading.
everyone who was busy day dreaming,
who had shut their ears to every useless fact that we come to learn,
knew how to listen to this,
to this violence that could hurt but won’t.

i sat there listening,
wondering if my skin would also be able bear
what this tin sheet roof can,
if my classmates would look at me
understand their violence that could break me but hasn’t yet.

maybe it was our silence,
maybe it was the teachers glare
that made it stop,
made the loud shrieking rain to end.
and when she left
the stones had already turned into dripping water.
the kids wanting to forget
the trauma of being silenced,
of having their dreams interrupted,
of being reminded of their helplessness
recited incidents that didn’t happen,
tried to laugh a little louder than usual,
made another joke at the expense of someone like me
and so my only memory of hailstone
was also reduced to the din of students (who never liked me).

i closed my books and pretended to be asleep
while everyone ate and talked to their friends.
i waited for everyone to leave
so I could eat alone
without being ashamed for being left alone.
“hailstones”.
i said the word aloud in that empty classroom.
i had one more words now
to describe these kids who scared me by their meanness,
who made me like the prospect of loneliness.

“I keep looking for you” – Nayana Nair

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I am floating towards you
against my own will.
I struggle and loose
against my fate,
against what my heart loves.
I am floating in your eyes
in spite of all my flaws.
I am happy
that you love me.

I am floating again,
floating away from you
and my heart has forgotten
the love I had for you.
But I fear
somewhere in me your are still there,
hiding at places where I won’t look.
So I keep looking you,
so that I can be free from you.
I keep looking you,
even when I don’t want you.

In my sleep,
I open a door to another dream
where I drift in the endless ocean
wearing the clothes I once wore on a school trip,
on a boat that capsized on a show that I saw long ago.
As I lay blinded by sun, by hunger, by life
I uttered your name again and again,
as if you are somewhere near,
as if you would answer.
Your name was the only happiness in that world.
Your name was my only sorrow.

“JEWEL ROUND THE NECK”- Nayana Nair

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As this light streams into my shielded existence

To light up these lines and touch my soul.

I’m reminded of all the lights in past

That have done so before.

The light that scorched my skin, as I sipped melting ice.

The fiery orange haze around which we sang.

And the streaks of rainbows moving across our notes

From the scales we held in our hand.

The lazy and tired rays of sun

Finding their way through December mist

to reach multitude of small droopy eyes

And prayer chanting lips.

The mosaic of lights of shops and streetss

Where the light from the mirror revealed your smile.

The light in my eyes your presence brings.

The faint light of dawn that filled up my mind.

I wish to gather all such light

All the tiny relevant drops

Even irrelevant splashes

To string them into one

Incomplete jewel round the neck

With that last piece , last light missing.

I wonder what it would be like.

Would it be like my first forgotten light

Or will it be the light of your eyes,

That will see me off at the edge.

Where all pains and joys vanish.

Where bodies die and memories die.

And love becomes eternal with fading light.

In name of education

(Image taken from acralive.org)

Have you ever wondered what do they teach the children in schools today? ……Well, I know…to a large extent, at least. Well these days they are learning to spend their whole day doing the never ending list of homework…which sadly gets renewed everyday…and in the meantime…the whole family is busy completing their project work….When they are in school…the teachers ask them to get the next exercise as homework…and if they are kind hearted enough they’ll probably solve those already solved examples. They pile up their notebooks and project…and never ever give it a second look ever again…. (Maybe they’re reusing their files for their own purposes….) and the whole time teachers know that the children’s project work…..that is too good to be true…has been made by someone else…you present a doubt before them…you’ll then probably end up getting scolded “what! You don’t even know that? What are you doing in school…..blah…blah….blah…” in short student never go to teachers to ask doubt….and in the end…at the parents meet teachers says “if you have any problem…why don’t you come to me” (as if they don’t already know what are the consequences of asking doubts )…and by mistake a parent complaints against a teacher…for not teaching good enough…no harm done to teacher…its still the student who suffers…

In the end…students are vexed…teachers irritated…and parents hopeless from this so called developed system of education. What’s the result…children practically don’t know anything…..(this is real life situation…)…and then they say…no child will get failed till eighth class however low the marks….a good reason for them for not studying…..

If this is the education they impart in schools these days….I’d prefer home schooling

And if you read newspaper…you must have come to know that we stand second last in the whole world as far as education is concerned.

So there maybe many ministers…. out there….boasting what a difference they have made in this field…they’ll probably end up saying….

”look…you can clearly see the difference made by our REFORMS…no students attempt suicide…lamenting about their marks”

Well they are right….now it’s the guardians that will die…….no one knows what’s happening…students are confused…and so are parents….

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