Life what a teacher you have been!!

Life what a teacher you have been

Giving right lessons at right time

So that crap doesn’t consume my sheen.

You killed some of my petty dreams

To let the giant ones take birth

Debris of shattered dreams disappointed

But you made me forge the mightiest

If not those hard moments

When thee tested me

I would have been an ordinary being,

You were harsh so that

Weak in me should die forever

Fearful tears would not again let me shiver.

I broke from the fever.

Loss became victory.

Why? How? When? It still remains a mystery

How that cry child became fearless woman.

How silence became the furious roar.

I have become what I never imagined before.

Since then, inside there has been revolutionary beam

Yes life what a teacher, you have been.

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Extraordinary caregivers

Photo: Chris Hinn "Several years into my practice as a physician at my own private clinic, my father was diagnosed with a chronic illness. I could not afford the treatment or the medicines. I had a hard time coping up with the rising cost. So, hoping that government subsidies will be able to help my situation, I applied to join the public health sector. The whole ordeal really made me reflect my role as a doctor, and the patients I should really be serving,” recalled Dr Rajesh Bhadoria. Dr Rajesh is the officer in charge at the District Drug Warehouse (DDW) in Badi, Udaipur. He oversees the flag bearer DDW branch of Rajasthan’s free medicine scheme in the region. For the last five years, he and his team have been making sure that benefits of the free medicine scheme reach the people of Udaipur fully. The DDW is located about fifteen kilometers away from the main city of Udaipur, laced with vast and fresh water lakes of Fateh Sagar and Pichola along the way. ...

Nightingale got no prize at the poultry show

Einstien,Twain,Edison were born out of class, before the text proceeds , I would like to say here 'class' doesn’t mean the structure with four walls, one door, two windows, one teacher, books and the pack of chained students. Here class is the niche of brilliance, freedom, discovery, imagination and invention. I wish to have education system that forges humans with brain and not machines with grades. As a student .I always wondered, how one can go about saying two plus two equals to four? Without anyone questioning why? Just because our course book said so. Why in history "dates and events” were asked? When no one taught us the resemblance to the days which we live in. Why for learning anything new, we need old books instead of new ideas? Why make notes in class, when the brain is blank and ink in copy left no hammer on thinking? Why teachers ask us to learn by heart, while it is the mind that is required to do so.? Even Winston Churchill had a dig at his tea...

Why was I late?

In afternoon when I returned home from school my mother was in fever all evening and night I took care of her so that she gets alright. In morning I got up to get ready for school my mother was still ill I wandered in home to see what I could do before going to school. the breakfast was to be made, like yours mam,my home as no maid. my younger brother was hungry . my father was leaving for work, in hurry. I had to mop the floor and do dishes before I get my hair combed and make plaits . my little hands couldn’t make plaits tidy my ribbon too looked untidy. In haste I couldn’t polish my shoes. like everything here too I had little to choose. My nails still contain dough’s remains in its pores. yes I did not wash my hands properly before leaving home. My shirt was not white, neither starched in sunlight it smells oil and sweat because of weary morning I had in kitchen. I am not one of your bright students. I manage...

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