Computer Teacher

As a child most of us have been taught to respect our teachers. And all of us should do it too. But few teachers I have seen for real who were really mean, exploited children for their personal benefits like money and few more things.

Teaching is no doubt a respectable profession but that does not mean that the people who are involved will be good as a human being.

I guess when people grow up and start doing jobs most of the them remember at least some of their teachers either in a good aspect or bad aspect.

It was the month of April, I was late by 10 days to join school as I just came from my native. I was promoted to the second standard from first. I was in a school in Itangar, Arunachal Pradesh, India.

There was a surprise test that day. That too of the computer. Computer was almost new to Indian schools then. I missed my classes for almost a week. So, I didn’t have much idea about the usage.

So the test was really simple. It was just to type your name in the keyboard so it could be displayed on monitor. A really simple one. I was confident that I would do it easily.

Students passed by and then came my turn. I had difficulty searching the first alphabet of my name. Why??? It was a fu*Β£#@g ‘QWERTY’ board. I didn’t knew the concept of the alignment of a keyboard that it was randomly arranged at a specific manner. And I took more seconds to find the alphabet ‘S’. As I thought the sequence would be like A,B,C,D…..and so on.

All of a sudden my teacher got angry. He was in his mid 20s I guess. Tall with mustache. I do not remember his name though. May be it started from an ‘A’ or whatever.

He took a thin stick made up of iron. And all of a sudden he started hitting me at my Calf muscles. He hit me for 3-4 minutes I guess. It was painful but I didn’t cried one single drop. May be I was a freedom fighter in my previous lifeπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.I was about to but I didn’t. I always had a lot of self control and patience back then.

When I went back home I saw 3-4 thin lines at my Calf area. It was kind of visible. Exactly I don’t remember maybe it was my sister or my aunt “Mita pishi” who asked what happened to your legs and I exactly said it happened because of the room heater. Which had the covering with almost exact distance of the lines at my Calf area. It was the first lie……of my life. May be I was ashamed of my failure then. As I wasn’t able to perform such a simple test.After a long time I told them. They said I said have said about that.

Sometimes I think I should have complained about that. At least he would have been suspended from the school. Some teachers should have consience that students are not puppets at whom they would take out their mental frustrations. By badly hitting them. It’s not like I have never got any beating during my childhood but this was different. Teachers are the people who inspire children to become successful by their thoughts and teaching. And sometimes slight beating is ok.

Some memories gets imprinted on your mind just like the beating marks .

It would have been a great lesson if instead of hitting me “he would have taught me it’s fine and said I will teach you. Hardly it would have taken 2 minutes of his precious time”.

My Friend Destroyed my Barbie dolls πŸ˜­πŸ˜­

Man I was furious……I was angry……..I was frustrated…….I was devastated….I was Sad……. every emotions dancing over my head at the same time. I was 11 years old then. Angry as a kid, but I never expressed it. Today I am going to write all of them down because things meant a lot for me then. The incident happened in Shillong, India.

I had a friend let’s call her ‘Sun’. We used to play almost every day. She would come to my home or I would go to hers. She used to live at the ground floor with her parents and grandmom. All of them were really nice people.

One day she asked me to give my Barbie dolls and she wanted to play with them. Me being a generous girl gave her 3-4 Barbie dolls. All were expensive ones which were gifted to me on my previous birthdays by my other friends back in Itangar, Arunachal Pradesh. And those were pretty much close to me. Even as a child I always handled all my toys with care and they were almost new even after being played.

Exactly after two to three days later she comes back to return my dolls.

What next I see was utter disappointment. I was almost about to cry but I controlled myself that day.The hairs of the dolls were burnt and looked really rough. The neck was broken. It was looking like “she was playing some criminal saas- bahu (mother in law- daughter in law) drams with them and all the dolls looked like they died in a fire out of suffocation”.

I did not say anything to her. I just felt I never took any of her toys and she took mine to do this blunder. I really don’t know if she broke the toys out of jealousy or if she was really playing.

And the greatest thing was “she didn’t even apoloziged”.

Moral of the Story: Jada ache mat bano Duniya ma@##:@’Β£d thi, ma@##:@’Β£d hai aur ma@##:@’Β£d he rahegi”. Translated as “Don’t try to be too good to people, people in this world were mo@__@-+Β£_@@s, are mo@__@-+Β£_@@s and will be mo@__@-+Β£_@@s”. Said by a famous youtuber in India.

House Near A Graveyard

I saw a dream when I was in third standard. I woke up in my dream and went to the dinning hall to fetch a glass of water. What I see is ghosts. I mean 2-3 were there with long messy hairs, red eyes and grey skin some sort of Ghosts in a B-Grade movie. I got really scared and woke up at that instant. It’s been almost 18 years but I remember every specific details.

After sometime my father got transferred from Itangar (Arunachal Pradesh) to Shillong (Meghalaya), India. As he was promoted for his work. Our whole family shifted to Shillong after few days.

My mother’s sister arranged a rented house for us as the government quaters were not very much upto the mark to stay. It was a good beautiful house. But the strange thing was that there was a graveyard near the gate of our house. It was on the other side of the road in a slightly hilly area with stairs going upwards and there was separation. At the left the graveyard was for Muslims, at the right it was for Christians and behind that there was a cremation section for Hindus.

From our balcony,the Church was visible named after St. Jones. I remember the bells at 6 am at the morning. And nearby there was a mosque and a shiv temple. Although those were not visible from our home but was at a walkable distance.

Picture taken from our balcony

I remember how my cousin’s made me scared πŸ˜‚. They were like ” now you stay nearby a graveyard and from the ‘peepholes’ of your door the graves of father and son was visible.(I do not remember their names now but I just remember that both their names started from ‘I’ ) and when you will open the tap there will be blood instead of water and all that bullshit” . To be frank I was a little scared but I shared room with my sister so it wasn’t much scary later.

One of the bathroom door latch from the outside was little losse and there was high intensity air blowing almost every day. As the area was full of ‘Pine’ trees you would hear the specific sound made by wind similar to a haunted movie and the door would start banging as it was loose. As a child it was little scary at first but I got used to it without much problem.

I more thing, there was a photograph of a model with boy cut hairs I guess it was one of free posters given with Garnier colour. My sister many times told me that the girl will come out of the poster. One fine day I was like remove the poster else I won’t take bath. And I cried about 4-5 minutes. My sister removed the picture thenπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.

Apart from that there was no fear for any of us or our neighbors living at that locality. It was just a mindgame played by movies and serials to scare us. Or one more thing could be as there was Gods house nearby we never got scared. Kids used to play cricket at that particular location almost every day after college or school time. And frankly speaking it was one of the most beautiful location I have ever stayed.

Letter from Grandfather

Tomorrow is my nephew’s 3rd birthday on 29th of May’2020. So my father wrote a poem for him. He might not be able to understand these things now but after a few years it is going to be a valuable lesson. Which is as follows:

Welcome to the twenty ninth day of May.

It’s our lovely Ishaans birthday. O Ishaan, wishing a happy healthy long life we say. Be merry, sing, read, write and play. Listen and learn the good teachings, Read Land’s stories and find out how rich was our past glory.

Love the Nature,Protect Forest and Inhabitants. Keep earth charming, plant trees and make it pollution free.

When you will be young, we will see you busy with study all day and night to make the career bright.

Achieve both knowledge and skill, even learn more if you so feel.

Draw,plan for future assessing present and past, feasible and longing last.

Be wise, polite, smart and strong. Do not keep place for any wrong.

Work hard with dedication, and often make fun. Bloom and rise in life like a rising sun. As you are loving to your Mummy,Papa ,sister and all. Help the distressed at their call.

May it be your mission to serve the people and the nation with style of Honesty and fashion.

Ishaan is the name of Lord Shiva and Darsh is the name of Lord Krishna Bashudev. So I pray for all the good virtue you should have

Trust the creator who controlls the Universe and regulates the life theatre.

May God shower his blessings if you face any odds or evils you will fight them with smile and that will be your style.

Be happy, healthy, wealthy,worthy and always fit and fine, It is our player to God of mine.

We call you Darsh and Ishaan, wish to see you with the name and fame in your flying Nissan.

We pray and wish in the next BE GREAT and BRAVE, SMART and TRUTHFUL. BE HONEST and THE BEST.

Grand Ma and Grand Pa sing this song with lots of love and blessings.

Happy Birthday to Ishaan”

Written by Dadu Bai (Grand Pa) πŸ’š , Nishi Kant

God bless πŸ˜‡

3 Monkeys…..πŸ™ˆπŸ™‰πŸ™Š!!

Hi!! My name is “Gamma”. We are three brothers named “Alpha”, “Beta” and “Gamma”. We were free willed and happy during our childhood days in Africa.

It is often said that happiness does not last long. Our parents died , basically killed by the militants in Mozambique.

We had to run away to save our lives. Finally we joined a refugee camp in nearby area which had protection from the millitans. It was surrounded by Army. They gave us food to eat and there were many like us who hadn’t eaten. We made friends with them with good bonding. We shared our old memories all night about escaping the horrible situation.

One fine day we were adopted by a rich man from Kenya whose wife recently died out of illness. He seemed like a nice man.

We were officially his Sons and he became our father without any blood relation. We were always told that blood relation is the strongest relation. But the friends we made who were like our brothers and would stand up for us any given day. The father who adopted us without worrying that we had no genetic relation with him.

Our life in Kenya was very peaceful. He took care good care of us with good education,food , clothing and a house to live.

When we were at out teenage our father would teach each of us a life lesson which he said he learnt from a great man abroad.

For “Alpha” it was “Do not see anything bad!!”.

For “Beta” it was “Do not listen anything bad!!”

And finally for me “It was don’t say anything bad!!”. We obeyed all his teachings without questioning him as he was the very same person who saved us and gave us everything a child would desire and also lead us to a successful future.

Few years passed by and it was time for us to apply his teachings in real life. One day I saw a person beaten by a mob for some reason. As I was thought don’t say anything wrong I wasn’t able to identify which side should be taken by me. I mean the person who was beaten badly could have committed some crime or the people hitting him badly were the wrong ones?? So I kept quiet and left that place without taking any side.

The very same day “Alpha” went to buy some groceries. He sees a person trafficking young girls and boys for slavery. It’s a bad thing right?? Alpha walks away pretending he did not saw anything.

Lastly it was Beta’s turn. A shopkeeper shouting at his domestic help for being five minutes late. Calling him obsence names and everything to break him down. So this too is a bad thing?? So Beta escapes from there as fast as possible.

That night there was an awkward silence between all of us. We shared all our thoughts that we did not stand up for the right just because of our fake ideals.

Next day we discussed with our father our observations. He said It was my duty to teach you all something valuable. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take your consciousness into consideration. Different situations require different actions. I am happy that you all have learnt the lesson by yourselves!!”

Creepy crawlies….. phobia!!

Creepy crawlies go away , little girl wants to play

VermiphobiaπŸ™„

HelminthophobiaπŸ₯Ί

Scoleciphobia😣

What are these heavy duty words? The answer to that all of them have the same meaning…..fear…..fear of what? Fear of worms…..thier very sight is enough to give you goosebumps and anxiety.

Anxiety while seeing little harmless crawling creatures like worms, centipedes etc. I always have fear that worms might crawl on me whenever I go to the garden. Once I see any caterpillar nearby I am out of that place at that moment.

I always wondered why some people were scared of Cockroaches and lizards……they are angels compared to worm like creatures. If some gives me 5000 bucks and tell me to handle a caterpillar I would give the same person 6000 bucks more to take it away.

My Dear caterpillar, Why don’t you directly transform into a beautiful butterfly instead of eating everything around then meditating out of guilt inside a coccon and then achieve “moksha” and fly away with your beautiful wings. Being vegetarian you guys should look like hamsters cute and fluffy and not cute and scary at the same time. And some of you with spikes makes you scarier than your smoother brothers.

It’s just like a human baby transforming into an elephant then eating everything green available after getting tired of so much work he goes for hybernation and eventually when the time is right transform into a pixie.

I don’t have any personal grudges with you all but you make me nervous whenever I am buy to buy a cauliflower 😬 or broccoli. And then find you inside my food….while cleaning.

I would like to add one more being to this list. The almighty “Train insect” with hundreds of legs centipedes aka “kankhajura”. I have heard stories about you getting into people’s brain traveling via ears and laying eggs. Coz of your looks I named you train insect when I was a child.

**Note: Nature is beautiful, nourishing and scary at the same time. All the creatures play an important role in balancing mother earth. Things stated above are my childhood perspective.

With time the fear was gone although I do creep out sometime when I see them.