learning and growing

Delhi Public School, Chhatarpur arranged for an educational trip for classes 1-7 on 26th of October 2018.. Each class had two to three teachers accompanying them. I was asked to accompany class 7 for the Jhansi trip along with five other teachers. Our allotted school bus arrived at 6.30 A.M and we reached the stadium by 6.50 a.m. The stadium was the meeting point for both students and teachers. Once we reached the stadium I saw it was all crowded with students, their parents and teachers. The smile on everyones face clearly showed how excited we all were. Finally we started our journey at 8A.M. There were two buses allotted for the Jhansi trip. I was with class 7B. As we headed towards our destination the excitement grew with students and teachers playing Antakshari and sharing different stories. Then we stopped at a dhaba to have food and eventually reached the museum which was our first destination. Before entering the museum we were clearly instructed to not use more than one cell p...

Social media is an extension of my personality, socially. The reason why it is called social. Even this blog is a part of my social life and what happens to me on the surface. Stop comprehending my personal life. Personally noone knows me. My mother is the only one who knows me personally, still she knows nothing. Imagine that. My friends know how, when and why about my image but nothing more because i don't want them too. So whatever step i take on social media is a very calculated one. Don't assume you know me too well. I don't want you to, after all. Why are people so much concerned about what is happening in someone else's life personally? Whatever is personal, should remain that way. The other day someone told me " your relationship status is public, should not that be personal ? ". And that is probably the dumbest thing i have ever heard. My relationship is personal. But my relationship status need not be. Where on earth have I come?

I know the different kinds of insecurity that people have. As a consequence of these insecurities some people just want to humiliate, some others tend to forget that they are yet to see so much. Age matters after all. And some assume that they are way too smarter than others while in reality they are the ones people laugh at behind their backs. Once sir told me, " The more the rumours about you, the more grateful you should be to God. Because that means that people are actually investing their time on you- good or bad ". Today this memory just brought a smile on my face. I wish sir i could tell you in person, that how i desire half of what they gossip about me were true. And also some people so want to see me alone because they want me to crawl back to them. And from this instinct comes their need to make stories about me and tell them to others so that others form a wrong opinion about me. But since I know who is behind what, it just makes me hate them more. Strangely, stude...

Now people are more curious about my being possessive about things. There is some extremely happy news then. There is not one thing but there are a few things I have always been possessive about. Let me write about them, then. The first one to top the list are my books. And why I am possessive about them? Because almost all the books that are in my possession now, are books that were given to me by people who mean the world to me. People who love me know well that only books can directly touch my heart. So my books are not just my possessions they are also texts with handwritten messages from people who gifted it to me. Just like new year cards. A few more books which I have in my possession are books that I bought with the money that I saved during my hostel days, and with the money that I earned from giving tuitions to students. These set of books I am possessive about because they gave me company at a time when I needed it. Now ofcourse I so wish that all those lovely books that I h...

After a chronic period of illness, alas i still can't claim that I am perfectly fit. I an still coughing till my eyes are becoming red.But this post ain't about that. Because a human with a body is supposed to fall sick. The post is about my first time experience inside a flight. It was special not only because it was my mom's as well as my first time but also because the tickets were from my own earning. My father used to say that there is a difference between boarding a plane because of your parents and making your parents sit inside a plane on account of your hard work and earnings. The smile on my mother's face said it all. I missed my father that day. 1st of October 2018 would have been so different if you were there but I am sure you are smiling and blessing me from wherever you are, as always. Your laughter and your words, the way you called me with your given name to me is all so fresh in my mind, my heart. I wonder how do people move on? I have not. Or maybe I ...