Pain Works.....

WHEN IT IS PAIN,IT WORKS.... PAIN WORKS LIKE A NEEDLE, DOPPING YOU WITH MEDICINES SOMETIMES AND SOMETIMES TAKING YOUR BLOOD OUT FROM YOUR OWN VEINS, LEAVING PAIN. IT WORKS TO SAVE SOMEONE LIFE,TO BRING SMILE TO YOUR FACE.... PAIN BRINGS TRANQUILITY WHEN YOU RUN WITH DEEP BREATHS, DOG TIRED AND YOU STOP AND SAY YOU ENJOYED THE RUN AND LITTLE DROPS OF WATER QUENCHING YOU THURST... PAIN IS STRANGE, UNDEFINED, EXPECTATIONS BRINGS THE PAIN, LOVE BRINGS THE PAIN, DEATH BRINGS THE PAIN...STILL BORN BABY BRINGS THE PAIN... BUT SOMETIMES WINNING OF YOURSELF AND LOOSING OF COMPETITOR ALSO BRINGS THE PAIN. PAIN MINGLES IN MIND WHEN ONE COMMENTS IN WORDS LIKE ARROWS, WHEN ONE DONT GIVE YOU A GLANCE TO SHOW THAT YOU WERE EXCELLENT, WHEN ONE POINT OUT YOUR POTENTIAL.. SCREAM,CRY SOUNDS ABSORBED BY FOUR WALLS NOT BY ANY EAR. YOU RELAX YOURSELF BY YOUR OWN THOUGHTS,INTROSPECTIONS AND NO HANDS TO SUPPORT YOU. YOU GET BACK AND RUN AGAIN.. MAKING YOURSELF LIKE BUILDING THE CASTLES WITH PLAYING CARD, BRINGING BRICKS AGAIN TO CONSTRUCT, SAVE IT FROM CALAMITIES, YOU GET STRONG NY NUMBER OF STEPS YOU MOVE AHEAD.. IF YOU DONT FEEL THE PAIN,LIFE SEEMS UNSUCCESSFUL. MORE THE PROBLEMS, OBSTACLES, MORE DESERVING YOU ARE, MORE SUCCESSFUL YOU ARE... MERE SLEEPING 6 HOURS IS NOT LIFE, LIFE IS TO BURN YOURSELF.. TO WORK OUT WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND BRAIN, TO FEEL THE PAIN ... A PROLONGED PAIN BRINGS EITHER DEATH OR RELIEF,IT BRINGS TEARS WHEN ONE WONS THE TOSS OF LIFE, SUCCESS IS WHAT YOU TOIL.. PAIN WORKS,YOU KEEP WORKING ...YOU WILL BE BLESSED WITH LOVE OF ALMIGHTY... BUT TOIL WORKS, NONE OF YOUR HARD WORK IS FUTILE AND IT IS HELPFUL IN ANY TURNING OF LIFE... BELIEVE IT OR NOT...BUT PAIN WORKS

Goodmorning Madam

Finally, I reached home, keeping bags on threshold of my home, a sigh of relief. After so long, I was back. With my mug filled with strong ginger tea, I climbed up the stairs; I started finding myself as a child who used to climb this stairs, resting hand on wall. I opened the door of storeroom. Its creaking sound irritates me no more, the innocent smile prevailed in my face, seeing the dust-laden, untouched, live things in store, seems more impactful in reminiscence. I started moving towards my cupboard, keys were hanging in the key socket and no wind across to play with them, and I used to hide them somewhere being a notorious child. Gush of dust came in my eyes as I opened the cupboard. I started taking out my belongings, my pens, pencil, drawing sheets with undimensioned images, not clearly visible like memories, but some of them have not faded the colors from it, like imprints in my mind. Some small notebooks with yellow pages and dog-eared ends bought a feel of being grown up. Memories started flooding back, the talks of classmates, uniform(whose belt was also kept as a sign of proud), changing of teaching faces after every class, their well pleated saris, with leather belt wrist watches, designer bindis and those silver foil kept as bookmarks, from consumed chocolates. I opened the notebook; my writing seems a Report Card of my mood swings, when I frown, writing goes at its worst but when happy, turns on to smooth cursive. Every alphabet represents my emotions, ‘f’ seems to be stubborn, ‘d’ seems bit arrogant, and ‘s’ used to smile, being my initials. However, this were not the reason to keep them preserved, it was something else. Red marked signatures, comments and circles of an unforgettable teacher. Her signatures were easy to depict her nature, more polite and ease in handling notorious children. Her comments like good, stars and excellent were enough to tell my attitude on that day. Many four folded paper quoted by her were in between notebook, but no pictures of her. It was the time when my school was changed due to cardiac delicacies as referred by doctor. Unable to concentrate in classes due to health problems but failed to express. My new school, but she was more new, to get her was all destined. Her polite voice and beautiful eyes were full of expressions but neither her eyes, nor voice were successful in depicting the anger. Her chubby cheeks bring more beauty and make us to dare more noise in class. Her teaching never started from textbooks, it was approximately inside bag for fortnight but spellings, dancing, basics of science, I.Q. and current affairs turned on. Extempore were surprising for standard fourth in those days, but not for our mental standard, she used to say.

I was perfect in health and my studies too, months and days passed by, visit to doctors and regular to school were only my job. Exams were conducted, results got declared, she announced that I topped, she left the premises and told us that she will be back by next session’s have not found her there by next session. Being fit, I also changed school.

Today I am pursuing masters in mass communications, and I destined here just because of that motivation, here I see people making many mistakes, as there might be no teachers to up bring the strong roots to them. The university teachers are not going to tell you about spellings, they are just to impart knowledge. I realize that, the right knowledge at right time is in need by a right person; otherwise, it resembles quotation of one of my teacher “vidhyarthi, vidya ki arthi nikalte hai”.

Problem is not our value-based education, but problem is in our education system, in way of teaching...…resulting brain drain.

I still feel downs, there was no one to teach me Hindi and now there is no one to mark red circles in my Hindi articles now. Throwing a challenge when people ask me to proofread the Hindi write-ups. many becomes alumni of renowned colleges by mugging up the logics of science being ignorant to logics, few of my friends still don’t know the word PhD is abbreviated for ? However, toiling and appearing for NET. Nevertheless, that person made me jack of all and elements in me are the inspirations of her. I am searching her in crowded profiles of face books and orkut and no record is available in school now.

Come for Dinner, mom summoned.

I have not wiped the dust and kept it back, leaving keys hanging.

On this Teachers day, my tribute to all my respected teachers, who acted as my parents and to my parents who acted as my teachers, my almighty and instincts of nature who guided me every time.

My inspiration Reena madam, Nivedita madam and Sonalee madam


Swati Shobha Sevlani

Fever and Fervor : World Cup 2011

Time is 2.30 pm, 30th of March, and Mohali is visible on screen. When India crossed through Semi Finals, people were not happy because India is going for Semi final but mainly because its Indo Pak match, everyone arranged there program, going to friends home, or somewhere out, online watch, sms alerts, Radios frequency were tuned as if Nehru is about to declare that at the stroke of midnight India achieved freedom. People were bunking and gossiping about match fixing was ever hottest like Ayodhya. Everyone was arousing voting questions that who will win and approximately 5 times more people voted for India winning. By morning, everyone was stretching the body and saying holiday, no work today please, it is all about India vs. Pakistan. Fixings were investigated and estimations were done. People were confident that India would win as all matches of last world cup gives a clear graph of being victorious. All ambiences were set, people switched on televisions at high voice, and commentary was audible from everywhere. It was pin drop silent when I was walking in road, no traffics, shops closed, only one thing was there commentary, people inside City Vans, peoples were sleeping with frequency tuned on. sms alerts were continuous, even boss was indulged in his own office, muting the TV. Bombardment of message beeps was clear at a sight. Seeing crowds outside shops having Television sets made me not able to drive properly. The birds were not chirping, dogs stopped barking, nor any Sabjiwala neither Vendors were mean to work. Many left food half done.Finally, its 10 minutes left to 2:30 pm. The camera zooming in and out the applauding, flag hoisting audience. Here comes the coin and two captains. India won the toss and thus gone for batting. 7 consecutive four by Sehwag helped like a spark in dry forest. He was out but Sachin century undone was biggest sign of victory for people. People curse his century as indication of failures and then indecisiveness on the Sachin out decision was really had to accept. Yuvraj upset more of his audience and Sachin out before century was majorly a token of indication to its winning, according to people. Fielding was off course losing its pace many times when Pak was batting but Pressure made on Green can’t be denied or unseen. Match nowhere seems to be fixed as you can’t befool the audience many times you see. However, statement of Pakistan Home Minister was after all deserves across Front-page coverage as it tells that even countryperson is saying that my country can be sold for mortal money. It may be because they might be known to the fact that Pakistan is going to lose, so he put this statement to rescue them. The things observed during this match may need more improvement to win to Sri Lanka as this time players were badly injured, but this time exchanging of abusive words were at least and there were exchanging smiles between player many times. At the end of the game, all decided that we have to out the last player before completing the over and attempts were clearly visible but finally it was all out. Afridi was afraid and but happy to see the performance of young player in team, but the differences in score like 29 for this time and approximately 30 from last few matches, shows a lapse colliding between India and Pakistan from last many World Cup Matches. People were not able to hold the nerve, Fever was rising, and atmosphere was hot and tensed even after knowing that winning is assured, fervent souls were enthusiastic and lastly when Pakistan was all out, Indians were buzzing, can’t control such immense happiness. There were hooting, screams, cheers, happiness, smiles, dancing; joy and above all everyone came to streets with drums, many with guitars, crackers and slogans. When there were fireworks in sky, there were dholes and dances on earth. After 4 years again they might have this much joy, husband wife forgot there tension, patients were out of bed in Hospitals, old people were awake late at night, no shops were closed till 1 at night and poor people just forgot that what they were worried about, deficiency in materialism doesn’t have to deal with happiness, people forget about next day office and closing of Session on 31st of March. Flags were hoisted at night, the ambience made us felt as if World Cup is achieved and Fervor of World Cup 2011 was at its peak. Eleven players bought smile to millions of people. It was amazing feel and seeing all around the gaiety and zeal of celebration, I felt Nehru voice, “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.”