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this too shall pass
somebody said writing's a painful process. truly it is. your head is constantly hammered by thoughts rushing from all directions. you try to streamline. organize. release a smooth flow . one that will want you to touch it, grasp it or simply wallow in it. but alas, when you sit at the keys you hate what comes out. not even an iota close to what you visualised. exasperated, you walk out. no more of it. the end.
end to writing? yes. but could there ever be an end to writhing thoughts that keep creeping at the back of your mind or sudden, lightening flashes that bolt you out of the blue? you try again. you fail.
that my friends has been my story.
but times pass, phases pass, eras pass and so the much cliched, this too shall pass.
today's a small attempt. tomorrow maybe a bigger one.

8 Comments 3.7.08 18:51, comment

The Red

Why does the red fascinate me? Is it the coolness of water surrounding it...

...or the flames of fire.

31.7.05 17:58, comment

Everything in life is not black and white

...there are some shades of red too.

27.6.05 03:33, comment

Prof Prahlad - My Observations

(Seminar by Prof S.R. Prahlad from CIEFL Hyderabad)


Sometime back I attended a Seminar on Communicative Approach to teaching of English. The speaker Professor Prahlad turned out to be a student's delight. A short man of about 5 feet, he was meticulously dressed in black and white. His silvery hair neatly combed backwards. His face exuded the confidence and radiance that come with wisdom and life well spent. Mastery over subject and teaching skill are the essential ingredients, which set an excellent teacher apart. He had both.


 


His lecture was interspersed with jokes and anecdotes. A smile adorned his face throughout the lecture. One could feel his passion for the subject. Around hundred teachers sat mesmerized as he enlightened us on the new approach to teaching English.


Many people say that teaching is just a mental exercise. But one had to see Prof Prahlad to realize that it’s an exercise in muscle. He stood for a period of six long hours with only two short breaks of fifteen minutes each. With a spring in his feet he moved from one teacher to another as they came up with queries. Every now and then he rushed to the board to write the important points. His agility and humour defied his age. He was one of those people after meeting whom you feel inspired and who leave an everlasting impression.

30.5.05 08:43, comment

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