Buddha

For Thejas This year we lost a bright mind to treacherous water. He  was our school captain, if I am correct, in the year 2014. Today, maybe because it is Christmas, he smiles hesitantly at me, as he does, quite often. The moments Thejas gave me have added value to my life. Born as fire to be doused by water, The pull to the unstable element effacing the rest. And love returns in all its agony, turns in whirlpool and sucks in. Is the might to fight abandoned, in the course of love? Surrender, says the heart,to the mighty elements. Experience bliss, unadulterated bliss.

If you aspire to be a school teacher, there might be two things in you that stop you from opting for any other profession. You might love teaching, and secondly might believe you can bring in change. And if you decide to be one with the tag of KVS attached to you, you might as well be ready to travel   to, and explore different cultures, accept and respect them. At 25, I had idealised the profession, believing that I was going to change lives. But who has finally changed is a question I am yet to find an answer to. Has it been me or them? One thing is certain. Our students are smart. They manage situations and people, wisely selecting only what they need to.   Have I adapted just as well? I doubt that . They are definitely far more well equipped and more capable than what I was at that age. These smart ones can easily do without you and me. They just need a laptop and internet connectivity. We seem to be perpetually complaining of the falling value system and forgot...