All posts tagged: New Delhi

Teachers Day at school

Dawn 12 7:50 AM New Delhi Teachers day is somehow another Mother’s Day. Mother is our first teacher. First person who taught us love, and taught us how and what to eat. It was a good day at school. Children had come feeling new. They had come with look alike dresses of teachers. Its fifth class’s last year at school. Children grow at a rate of a rocket going to space. Its a shame we don’t have enough space to add at least three more classes. School till VIIIth helps children to get their minds better in shape and likewise also gives a chance to see and learn with the same children till they hit puberty; an important period for children emotionally, mentally and physically. It also gives us a chance to talk on varied subjects and open them up to the world unlike children who leave a school who is only till Fifth. Many a times parents had come requesting if the same can happen, if school can add only three more classes, as …

Jaimaal

In her wedding dress that one day she stopped counting years, my favourite grandmother – I met J uncle on a rainy very cold january morning this year, near an empty swimming pool. His room – 705, is just beneath my room – 805, where i am writing this. J uncle had his own quiet world till he met my sister. My sister, she is a kathak dancer(banaras gharana). J uncle would not know about it for a month till one day they meet in the elevator, she moved and her ghungroo rolled from her bag. J uncle and his lovely wife had come from Banaras. In a quest to live with their son, they sold their house. They used to sing all morning there, he told me. He disliked it here. Everything. But he never spoke about it. He was just visibly sad. In his walk, thats how mostly i saw of him. A singer coming from a gharana who doesn’t sing anymore. In the meantime J uncle grew fond of my sister and …