Thursday, January 12, 2012

For mercy of the dying devil

My hallucinations are realized almost always, so did my horoscope this season, for the first time. I have never believed in fortune tellers, but my heart speaks to me a lot of things - the things that belong to my past, present and future, as well. Listening to my heart is all what I have done from the very first day I had in this world. The points where I refused to agree to myself were the points that made me travel through the path of suffering.
Memories - they never die, there are as many of them as I can think of. I talk about telling stories all the time, and I have a lot of them to share. There have been very few people in my life who could understand my stories, and even few of them understood what I had really meant by a ‘story’.

I was holding together the parts my dislocated right arm when the doctor pulled my left hand to inject the pain killers. The injection, in itself, was a huge device that would scare the hell out of anyone who had it for the first time, but fortunately all the fear and pain just disappeared when I saw it coming close to my self. I was more focused on the path that long needle followed penetrating my skin with the small hole in it that ejected drugs in my blood. Blood through my heart started rushing as the fluid entered my body and started to travel inside me. I thought the injection would put me to sleep, but it didn’t, instead it made me feel as if I was drunk.
The process of reallocation of bones started, I was scared that it would hurt a lot, but it did not. This time I didn’t even feel the joint slipping, and in less than a fraction of a second my hand was moving properly again. I was given only a minute or two to analyze what was happening before everything diminished to dreams, and when I woke up I was in my bed.

I heard my phone ringing but couldn’t read the text on it for I was not in my senses because of drugs, I was once again knocked down by the anesthetics before I could reply the text. It was more than an hour after which light appeared to me again, I made my left hand up and towards my phone as I summoned all my energy to break the drowsiness. I neither had any energy to read the screen, nor any courage to reply to the message, so I just typed down a short humming expression before clicking the send button, and once again I was defeated by sleep.

“11:55 am”, I read on my phone before putting it back in my pocket. “You must wait and have a conversation with your fellow people”, said my heart to which my hurried feet were not ready to listen to.  I was leaving for home after completing my morning physics class at Educare. Usually, I take up the route from park to my home on my returning journey so that I can get a glimpse of trees and garden where I sometimes stop by to get some peace. It was an awkward day that for the sake of traffic on the road I decided to taking a different route.
I pass against a huge car which was parked at left when I was almost hit by a huge vehicle which I didn’t even notice, there was another car that rushed behind me as I made my steps back. In this ordeal of seconds I didn’t realize the coming of two heavy men and hitting me right in my arms. My muscles were weak from the past 10 arm injuries that I had simultaneously months after months. I felt the bones rubbing against my flesh and slipping through each other, dodging every other fraction of calcium in my elbow. I tried to pull the dislocated bone back to its position before it was too late, but before I could realize it had slipped way too far away. I knew what exactly was happening to me for the same being happened to me a lot of times before that day, I found myself screaming in the middle of the road trying to move my legs back towards Educare. “Someone will be coming home tonight”, my heart proclaimed, and it never lies to me.  My classmates assisted me to the Educare where I waited before leaving for orthopedic clinic.

For all the termed relationships I ever had in my life, I found out a strangely true thing - there is no breaking point for them, instead they just disappear like they have never existed at first place. There are many things in our life that we start but never end, sometimes because we have no courage to continue our efforts, and sometimes because we sacrifice them for someone who deserves them less than someone else. Either way, for the mercy of dying devil heroic sacrifices are made - those we must be proud of and shall accept without fear. Strong is not the one who consider giving up on a sacrifice, but those who stand up again making even harder effort to persuade their dreams. Heart speaks to us a lot, and it tells us that mercy doesn’t change our destinations. Things that others do for us are often spoiled by us, and others spoil our efforts as well, but the mercy doesn’t stop there - it keeps on moving on the path of desires of the eye that observes the beauty of the nature. For the mercy of the dying devil heroic sacrifices are made, but for those who work for mercy are those who receive the blessings of universe and the lord of love and peace!

Monday, October 31, 2011


In past few months I have read several articles, poems, and phrases about what love is. Many people gave me their ideas, and many just popped into my life; But to be very honest, none of them satisfied me completly and made me believe in what actually we call love.

We know that it is really hard to understand something like love, yet we want to know about it. After all, we are human beings, no matter how much time we spent searching for the defination of infinity we just can not stop ourselves. I don't know if I would be the one who is successful understanding the true meaning of love, but at least I will make one step closer.

Every other person I meet who talks about love only talk about what love is not, but actually, nobody explained me what love is. At first place I thought that they themselve were not aware of it, but then a weird thought came to my head - there can't be any human who wouldn't know about love, because love is what humanity is all about.

So finally, I gather what I have learnet about love. Love is not about missing someone or something, neither is it about being addicted to the same. It is not love when you cry for a particular thing or person, neither is there any love in caring too much for anything or anyone. It is about loveing someone, and it is something that we all experiance in our life. It is about not feeling hurt when something goes wrong. It is not about trusting someone, but it is about trusting yourself when you put yourself on the side of that someone you love.

Weather it is a human being, a thing, an animal, or a process or feild - love is about being a part of it, because when we love we become a part of universe which is not made up of gases and dust, instead it is full of emotions and expressions which follow the path of eternity. Saying something like "I can not love" is something really stupid, because being human is about loving and being loved. For as long as we are alive we would love, hatered is just not enough to explain "life".

Well! If we put every other idead about love on one side and try to look it thorugh our own eyes we would find that there are many facts about which are so damn interesting that nobody ever gets to know about them. Love is something which doesn not lot you recognise itself until the very end. When you are in search of love, and you become extremly exhausted and start to think that you are about to give there comes a time when love actually shows up - breezing through the woods that we have walked through, changing everything and make us enjoy the life with a head full of euphoria.

However, the greatest thing about love is that - the one who is most hungry of love is the one who best shares it!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

What makes you a good teacher?

Although every thing and every one in this universe can be a teacher, however for an individual teaching is an art in which one mind connects with other. Apart from being a profession, all parents are teacher to their kids and every one is a teacher for every one that they meet in daily life.

If you are a student or somehow close to school students you may have noticed that a student always distinguishes two or more teachers. In general, most of students prefer a certain kind of teacher while there are some exceptions that prefer another kind of teaching style. To be a teacher is to handle such exceptions without loosing more general students.

What makes you a better teacher?

“What makes you a better teacher?” this was detected to be the most common question the teachers asked when their teaching skills were challenged. According to a very popular and very effective notion “a better teacher is the one who is able to understand a student”.

But the question is how can one be able to understand a student more? Well! It’s not as hard as it seems, the day a teacher starts thinking like a student he will understand a student more.

How can a teacher think like a student?

Now, we come to the main point, how can a teacher think like a student? There can be several ways a teacher can think like a student.

First is the interaction between teachers and students. It is as easy as when a teacher interacts more with a students he becomes able to understand a student more. Some teachers organize debates and interaction sessions in their classes through which they are able to gain more views of students about their teaching styles. 

Being a strict and hard teacher doesn’t help your students much, but trying to understand their problems is what helps them which in fact it makes you a better teacher.

Secondly, make sure that you give nothing to you students that won’t help in any way. I have seen many teachers who expect their students to do things that are never going to help them in future (or in present). Yes, it’s hard to believe that there can be such teachers, but believe me, there are and they are earning enough income doing useless things.

Keeping a diary and noting down every thing that you make your students do and how it affected them is a very good idea to get to know how you can help them more. The more you are able to help your students the better teacher you are.

Role of punctuation

For a student, a teacher is a role model. If a teacher is good then students would like to become like their teachers for sure. It is true that this statement doesn’t work for all the students but still even if we can help 80% it is a big deal. A student always expects the teacher to be punctual and perfect. Most of the teachers neglect it by stating "nobody can be perfect". Well! Yes, nobody can be perfect, but everybody can do their level best to attain perfection.

Look back in past

Look back in past and remember your life as a student. What did you expect most from your teacher, what were your thoughts about a perfect teacher? These are some questions that you should be asking yourself while struggling to become a better teacher.

Motivate yourself and your students...

Self motivation, along with motivation for students is a very important aspect of teaching. Pressure students when you feel they need and motivate them too. Some students work better in pressure, while some are not able to handle it that well. Look every student individually no matter how much time and effort it takes, because that is what is going to help you fetch your teaching skills higher.

Also, it is important for you to not loose your confidence. We all make mistakes, keeping in mind that mistakes can be recovered with hard work and practice will help you in long term for sure.

What are your thoughts about teaching better? Do share your ideas and comments with others to make this world full of great teachers.