Obituary to teaching

You where the last thing on my mind, when I was all young and vibrant. I thought teaching was a piece of cake and any body can have that piece. I was flying high on the clouds of ego and pride.

But they say, karma is a bitch and I was dragged so reluctantly into your laps.I thought I would rather choke on the invisible leash I was tethered to.

We had a rough start. I think it was one sided rather. You were all over me and I despised you.  I felt like a lonely star forgotten in the vastness of the space, the star who had lost it's luster, the star who felt so powerless in the clutches of fate.
I thought I would let myself drift if that's what it takes. I was a sick star, forget about shining on to others.

Amazingly, in my sickness I found strength. The strength to rub off every last bit of ego and pride I was so proud of. You paved your way into my cold heart and melted away the ice. The ice which had obstructed my view and narrowed down my visibility. There was so much love you had to offer to me, so many innocent smiles, so many dumb questions and brilliant answers, so much respect which I deserved so less, so many whispered secrets, so many gentle anger,so many noisy silence,  so many cursed tears, so much hope, so much regard, I could not resist at all. I may be the star who would never shimmer but I learned to polish and make millions other sparkle.

Thank you, for opening my eyes, my mind and my heart. I now realize that you had to happen to me for my own good. What I thought as a burden was infact a gift.

Though our rendezvous ended too soon...it has taught me what it needed to. Thank you. Till we meet again ...this is my obituary to teaching.

My 16th birthday

It was my birthday on 27^th April, my mind says “you are 16” but my grotesque body says “you wish”. I had a very nice birthday, everyone I knew made it really special for me. My appreciation to everyone who wished for me, prayed for me and bestowed me with priceless gifts.

I am not too sure if I should be happy that it was my birthday or to be sad for the same reason. As a kid I couldn’t wait to grow up, so every birthday was a year closer to “growing up”. But now every birthday is a reminder of impermanence or old age. Sometimes I wish why it has to be 12 months in a year, why not 13 or 14 or 24 months in a year.

Having poured out my radicle nonsense. What has to happen is inevitable, life has to go on…so here is to all those years filled with ups and downs, to all my friends and foes, to my family..old and new, to heartbreaks and silly mistakes, to skinned knees and pretty dresses, to hangover and birthday cakes, to all the wishing cards and letters, to all the success and failures, to every smiles and tears,to old good byes and new hellos, to sick leaves and holidays, to my guiding angel or the devil in me,here is to what I am today. A year older, a year wiser, a year happier, a year prettier with a tint of grey hair.

I look for more awesome birthdays to come, but I shall be forever 16,as if I care what my body says …wink!! 

Here are some of my birthday pictures 

my birthday cake. thank u parveen, ajita, aliya and ritesh

  we went to the zoo.this was the highlight of the zoo. so charismatic and heavenly the white lion.

my favorite click,look closely, you will know why. 

the birthday girl, with her lovely locks. credit goes to my make up artist punam.

so this is how flying looks like... photography curtsey wangchen