Life #1

A noisy alarm in the morning

A lazy walk to the bus stop

An empty space to stand in congested bus

A burnt tea at the work place

A curt look from the Principal

A leftover meal from yerstersay

And snors of roomate at night

Being simple is happy but,

Its not that easy to be simple!😅


The art of overthinking…

So this is the skill you don’t have to learn, 

it comes automatically,
Mostly pursued by girls 

but boys also develop simultaneously

Dont overthink on the question

if it is an art or skill

because it is used interchangebly.

I dont know which part of the brain controls it but its definetly do not come from reflexes.

It grows and grows deep and deep

till your decision supresses.

For one it would be a simple Happy Birthday but for us it is happy birthday or only b’day. 

Do I need to put exclaimation or just smiley would convey?

Should I add a line or two more

only to make it look allure

or will it be too much 

and will make me look insecure?

It starts with should I or shouldn’t I

and mostly ends with ifs, what ifs and buts

It takes days and hours and few more minutes till we finally come up to conclusion to press that send button.

Then a deep breath….

and the agony starts again in seconds

oh no I shouldn’t have done,

I shouldn’t have sent.

It’s that time of the year again!

It’s that time of the year again

When it all began

In hazy roasting summer

They trained us to become a teacher

Teacher leader change maker

Whatever you say

To improve the education system on the way

I joined the fellowship.

It is that that time of the year again

When the word ‘teach’ struck very late

But “for India” did actually captivate.

I entered the journey of transformation

Put up the charts and made a long vision

Only to realize this is not how it is done.

When I entered the school the first day

Ravindranath Tagore PCB as it claim

Met the kids at places all around

I felt like stiffer alone on the ground

All my learned tactics seemed to drown

Those noises almost made me unsound

But at this time of the year again

I know all these noises will hound around,

In my life for a long time.

This is that time of the year again

Where my mind is confused again but this time

Not to take the road less traveled by

But to leave the footsteps behind that chime to come back.

It is that time of the year again

Where reflection is unable to find answers

About the split worlds, about equity

The smile on the face of the kid

And answers they ask about equality.

The movement for the unrealistic vision

To bring ‘all’ and ‘excellent’ at equilibrium

Where I know to attain one, other has to be sacrificed.

But still in the journey of the easy or the right

I have found my light.