What Did You Teach Me

What Did You Teach Me

From the first day to the last, the class room is the vicinity for the words to splash the information. Asleep or awake or half awake, the info poured down upon you.
What were you then...
What are you now...
its an open ended question...
Carried the dreams down from the mind's lanes
You arrived to the altar of Destiny...
or better lets call it the threshold of D :)

All think that we teach,
and you listen
yes
There is another side of it too...
You too teach us....
With your shortcomings and smart ways
But how many of us learn... is the million dollar question...

I listen to the volumes of disturbed silences
Each speak a different story...
The innocence
The adorance
The smartness
The naughtiness
The ever changing equations of the mind...
The breaking or the bonding
Day in and Day out...
My Diary is The Days of Remembrance and Gratitude

Each face and name carry the imprint of mind and heart
Cherish you as a part of my past...
Thanks that we happened to each other!
You only could teach me the unknown lesson and take my wisdom if you  wish to... :)

 

Sleeping Angels in the Class

/Today I played the role of a student for a great duration of two hours. Sleep was pouring in. The faculty goes on speaking pouring out loads of information. I tried to listen with eyes closed. First, it went on well. Later, for a minute I found myself half way to sleep. With a jerk, I straightened myself and adjusted to a good careful posture of attention - keep the hand supporting the chin and eyes open to follow the info. What a revelation duration it was.... :)

A person who is teaching to a group of individuals is a teacher.
A teacher needs to be hundred percent active.
Must be ready with a bank of ideas of two hundred ways to catch the attention of the individuals of the group.
The ability to connect with the minds of all levels.

What a student needs...
is the patience to sit at one place for hours.
The limbs may shout thousand times yet the face should look attentive.
He may boast of the acting abilities of Oscar award winning category.
Feel bored yet look interesting at the person on the stage.
May feel like running away from the class, yet he has to stick to the place/chair in the class.

May feel sleepy yet try hard to keep the eyelids ope with a great difficulty.

What they do is..
Find a better position so that they wont be seen easily.
Support the chin with the cup of the hand, with eyes closed and keep a book in front of you, to make the onlooker admire your focused reading abilities.


How precious it is to feel sleepy
How natural it is to experience boredom
How good it is to sleep and the people who sleep are those Angels on earth in mortal forms.
Sleeping in the class is an art!

--noenglish