Writing habit

Writing has been a bad habit for me. I am so addicted to writing that I seem to have become speech retarded. Even my wife says so, though not in the same words as mine.
When I was going around with my wife, before marriage, I used to send her at least 100 sms a day if not more but when she used to call me I used to talk for less than 5% of the time. She was the chat-baby and me the mum-guy. This stupid habit of mine has become a big retard for my daily activities. Except for talking about my own subject, Physics, and some related topics, I find it very difficult  to talk.
Now I think I will turn this bad habit of mine into something different. Why not do something better out of it, I thought.
I have been a story writer since my childhood days, so I think I must start writing stories again and try to get them published. Else you guys are there for me to read my blogs, isn't it???

Predicament of a Teacher

I have long wondered why most MALES now a days shy away from the teaching profession? Why for todays youngsters teaching is either not an option or the last option or kind of an exit strategy in life?  Pondering on the above questions I came across the answers. Four years I have been a teacher in Two Engineering colleges and Two schools. What I have seen around me and my analysis of the situation is summarized below. If you find my language gross and not that of a teacher, kindly forgive me but just become a teacher for six months and you would agree with me.

Gone are the days when a teacher was the most respected person in ones life. Gone are the days when a teacher used to TEACH and GIVE KNOWLEDGE to the students. Today teachers are a harried lot.

CBSE says that students should not fail (CCE is mainly about it which borrows ideas from the multiple intelligence theory which though i agree with has loop holes) and if a student knows how to run fast, he knows something in life and must therefore pass and finally become an engineer or a doctor (Government has done enough to ensure that perfect idiots should become engineers and doctors) even if he doesn't know that 2+2=4 and that RAM was SITA'S husband and not brother !!!..

Also parents feel that a teacher should take complete responsibility of the student and they would hardly do anything except earning money.

On that the school and college administration says that CUSTOMER (read  STUDENT and their PARENTS) SATISFACTION is most important and one must always say, "THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS CORRECT".

Plus if a student slaps the teacher on one cheek the teacher is supposed to forward the other cheek and then when that is also hit, should COUNSEL the students as to why he/she shouldn't have done this so that he/she  may come back with a SHOE the next time. Since, if the teacher scolds the student and the student commits (OR EVEN SAYS ABOUT COMMITTING) suicide, the teacher will be hanged to death by the POLICE and SUPREME COURT.

A teacher who is behind the creation of hundreds of engineers and professionals is paid PEANUTS. One of my friends, a MA in Economics plus BEd was offered 3500 rupees to become a PGT. Now is that not an insult? Barring some reputed private schools and some government schools the salary of a teacher is less than or equal to the salary that a peon earns in a regular government job. And then it is expected that teachers should do a world class job. Ha Ha !!!!

Though the concept of CCE is good but it is a TUGHLAKI IDEA. Good but ineffective in a country like ours. I will discuss about it shortly in another blog.

So a teacher is literally tortured  by the school/college administration, parents, supreme court, police, CBSE, Kapil Sibal and his great ideas, and finally the students themselves. and then it is asked WHY NO ONE WANTS TO BECOME A TEACHER NOW A DAYS?

You still need a reason ????!!!!!!!!

My fight with my nemesis ----- The Spider

Spiders- those titsy bitsy stupid creatures who live almost every nook and corner of your home- are those creatures which I always wondered why God at all made (if he made them at all). I have a special relation with them. I hate them. Nay!! I am scared of them. I am not scared of anything as much as I am scared of Spiders. And we often come face to face with devastating consequences, usually for the spider. But this time for a change I was at the receiving end. This is the story of my face off with one such nasty creature.

Today morning I went into the bathroom only to find a spider hanging to its web bang in front of me, on the left hand side of the entrance to the bathroom. I stopped. Looked into its eyes (well one of the 8 they've got). It stared back as if mocking me. I was disgusted. I knew if I had to relieve of the pressure nature had created in my belly, I need to get through the door, where the spider waited for me. I decided instantly that it has to be obliterated.

I caught hold of my size 9 chappal. It is flexible and had been with me for two months now. I had full confidence in its (chappal) ability of cruching the spider. There is a famous saying, "what can go wrong, will go wrong, exactly when you don't want it to go wrong". The above saying came to life today, with me.

I could have easily and softly patted on the spider with the chappal and it would have been crushed beyond recognition. But I had decided to show it the strength of my arms. So I picked up the chappal and hit the spider with such ferocity that the web it was hanging to vanished, the cemented part of the wall it was hanging to and which had developed flakes due to water seepage came crashing down and the floor became dirty, the chappal fell from my hand and I myself jumped out in joy only to find the spider crawling towards the kitchen area.

"What the hell!!!! How did it escape???!!!", ran through my head with my heart rate rising.
I decided that it was not to be. This time I decided to use the chappal as a missile. What a mistake was that!!!!

I hurled the chappal towards the fleeing spider only to see to my horror that the chappal instead of hitting the spider actually bounced off the floor and hit the tray which mom had kept nearby on which were kept three cups and a few un eaten biscuits.

Two cups cranked and their pieces were there all over the floor. with my chappal sitting at their place on the tray. Just then, my bad luck, mom came downstairs and seeing all this started scolding me for behaving like a kid. But my eyes and brain was still searching for that spider. Couldn't see it go anywhere.

Mom and my wife started to clean the mess due tome stupidity. And I went back into the bathroom wondering where the spider may have gone.

Once inside I started taking bath when I saw something through the corner of my eyes. Startled I put on the specs only to the the same titsy bitsy spider crawling up the wall towards the roof.

It stopped for a moment and may be, laughed at me.

I came out of the bath room to be greeted by my mom and wife both saying what a brave heart I am.
Now that is what i call an Irony of Life.