Wednesday, April 15, 2015
PARENTING ......opening new Vistas
Parenting - a word loaded ... A word with many many leads ......A world full of unanswered questions!And Adolescence, a phase of life beginning in biology and ending in society where person's most biological, cognitive, psychological, and social characteristics are changing from what is typically considered child-like to what is considered adult-like. And never the twain shall meet ??? or they do, they Can !! It was with this positive thought in mind and a challenge at hand that we decided at the Middle school level to organize a parenting workshop for on Saturday April 11th, 2015.The workshop was intended to operate as per a structure with a focus on –
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Dil ki tanhayeeyaan
Kehte hain saaya bhi kabhi ho jata hain begaana..saath dete dete thuk jaata hai woh shayad.
Socha tha apne saaye ko nahin le kar chaloongi apne saath jab tuk tum doge apna haath.
Par ab sochti hoon...kahin darr toh na jaoge tum? Mere andheron mein leen toh na ho jaoge tum?
Ho gaye jo tum ghum kaise dhoondogee tumhein ? Kiss se churaoongee woh chund lamhein?
Kahin tum par bhoj toh nahin ladh rahee
Kya hoga karna yeh sahi?
Ek awaaz ne dastak de kar pukaara toh tha
Kya woh thee tumhari sadaa ya dil ko hua koi gumaan?
Kehdein kya sabko na humko pukarein hum ruk gaye hain ab yahaan???
This I loved...
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
life as I see it now........
Friends elude me,sleep deludes me,life secludes me death denudes me.
I wonder... I used to say i think therefore i am...i still am thinking ...am I?
When will this stop when will things be as they appear...
When will i be cheerful again leaving the anxiety sadness in the rear?
Is the end in the near future or is the future going to end..
Questions and questions doubts and queries , life- its twist;
The clouds, the fog the dreary sad mist.
Am i coming out of it or going to be hit?
Will i have time to say my bye and quit?
Or will it just take me away... In a swirl... No time to reconcile or disarm it all with my smile?
Please find me the answers somebody,anybody !
This sadness this fear, this morbidity, this dreariness this lack of mirth and cheer ,this uncertainty will lead me to the dark hole and bring death to my soul.
Screaming for help and shouting for attention ,
i dont know who will hear ....is there anyone near is there anyone near!!???
Or is it my end ,my fear that is here!
A well wisher quipped- You are. Always were. And will be!
Ars: In your thoughts and mind yes, maybe.thank you
The reply: Alwayyyys!!!!
Ars: If i go, When i am gone nobody will know you as a part of me.
Ars: Or me the thought in your mind
Ars: Strange for so many years now we know each other maybe more than others know us and yet we will always be shadows...unseen unheard.wanderers .wonderers.sightless .mindless visions illusions ...
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Poem by an Undiscovered Bengali Poet
Through the jongole I am went,
On shooting Tigar I am bent,
Bashtaard Tigar has eaten wife,
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life,
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches,
But I not fear these sons of beeches,
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start,
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart,
Taking care not to be fright,
I am clutching rifle tight,
Should Tigar come I will shoot and fall him down,
Then like hero retarn to native town,
Then through trees I am espying one cave,
I am telling self - "Bannerjee be brave",
I am now proceeding with too much care,
From far I smell this Tigar's lair,
My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray,
I think I will shoot Tigar some other day,
Tarning around I am going to flee,
But Tigar giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee,
He bounding from cave like footballer Pele,
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele",
Through the jongole I am running,
With Tigar on my tail closer looming,
I am a telling that never in life,
I will take reesk again for my damn fool wife ! !!!!
Thank you...you were there
There were times when i thought people were right,
There were times when i felt i could not fight,
When the pangs made me weak and i couldn't figure out who to seek.
I knew i had to be strong
Coz i could not do wrong
I knew it would be a while, before i could really smile.
It was then i relied on you
You stood strong for us two.
You brought me to reason added to my life a new season.
A season of trust, a season of faith, no decisions were now made in haste no emotion of mine would ever go waste.
I have seen the worst ,lived through my nightmares first.
Seen that , been there done that
Ego rubbed in brought to mat...
But thanks to you i stand head held high,
Ill never forget what you did till i die ...till i die.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Some websites that waded me through my lows !!!!
http://www.visiblethinkingpz.org/VisibleThinking_html_files/VisibleThinking1.html
http://teachertoolkit.me/2013/08/21/favourite-educational-blogs/
http://www.grammarly.com/blog/2015/make-your-writing-clearer-6-tips-for-re-wording-sentencesa/?
http://www.edudemic.com/turn-distracted-students-into-engaged-learners/?
utm_content=buffer107ef&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer
The Differentiator - http://byrdseed.com/differentiator/?utm_source=Byrdseed&utm_campaign=1eb8ee2313-welcome1&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_38aa744dcc-1eb8ee2313-246017529
Paragraphy - http://byrdseed.com/paragraphy/?utm_source=Byrdseed&utm_campaign=1eb8ee2313-welcome1&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_38aa744dcc-1eb8ee2313-246017529
Good apps ...try them...
Byrdseed: Gifted Education -
http://www.byrdseed.com/
http://www.teachingpacks.co.uk/the-thinking-skills-pack/
http://teachertoolkit.me/2013/08/21/favourite-educational-blogs/
http://www.grammarly.com/blog/2015/make-your-writing-clearer-6-tips-for-re-wording-sentencesa/?
http://www.edudemic.com/turn-distracted-students-into-engaged-learners/?
utm_content=buffer107ef&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer
The Differentiator - http://byrdseed.com/differentiator/?utm_source=Byrdseed&utm_campaign=1eb8ee2313-welcome1&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_38aa744dcc-1eb8ee2313-246017529
Paragraphy - http://byrdseed.com/paragraphy/?utm_source=Byrdseed&utm_campaign=1eb8ee2313-welcome1&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_38aa744dcc-1eb8ee2313-246017529
Good apps ...try them...
Byrdseed: Gifted Education -
http://www.byrdseed.com/
http://www.teachingpacks.co.uk/the-thinking-skills-pack/
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