Paper, filter and tobacco
White and brown
Sleek and slender.
Flickering embers burn.
Acrid vapours inhaled
Rush into a dead head.
Smoke dances around
Seductively,
Swirling, meandering, sinuous moves;
Patterns emerge
Of entwined limbs
Playing coupling games
Of temptation.
Gyrating fumes
Unwind taut nerves.
Grey ash crumbles
As do walls of control…
Calm and quiet prevails.
Addicted???
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Schools
A pertinent heated discussion tonight at dinner….
As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had talked non stop for over three hours trying to knock some sense into people who cannot differentiate between plural nouns and corresponding plural verbs!!!
Manu is two years old…time for that all important decision about which school to send him to. I am most disappointed that all my grand plans of letting him enjoy his childhood till he’s four have gone down the stinkiest drain possible! For one, admissions for children born before December ’05 end this October, when Manu turns a wee 3!!
My husband and I share the same alma mater. At least the last four years of my school life. a school that I associate with all the things wrong with the current education system. A school that believed that a child is intelligent only if he/she performed academically, a school that actually had a separate section for the average students, a school that did not know how to spell extra curricular activity, a school that believes in testing you every alternate week, a school that believes that interaction with the opposite sex will only distract you from academia, a school that respects only math, physics, chemistry, biology and computer science as subjects worthy of merit…oh I could just go on!!! Essentially a school I detest.
Aniruddh loves it!
It is indeed strange that being a better student at school than he was, I hate the school more than he does. I do not want my son to suffer academic pressure and be taught that if he stays back in his own country and chooses a non professional course after school, it is because he isn’t intelligent enough. I want my son to play, to fall, to open his books when he wants to and to learn in a way that he enjoys!
Is that asking for too much???
As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had talked non stop for over three hours trying to knock some sense into people who cannot differentiate between plural nouns and corresponding plural verbs!!!
Manu is two years old…time for that all important decision about which school to send him to. I am most disappointed that all my grand plans of letting him enjoy his childhood till he’s four have gone down the stinkiest drain possible! For one, admissions for children born before December ’05 end this October, when Manu turns a wee 3!!
My husband and I share the same alma mater. At least the last four years of my school life. a school that I associate with all the things wrong with the current education system. A school that believed that a child is intelligent only if he/she performed academically, a school that actually had a separate section for the average students, a school that did not know how to spell extra curricular activity, a school that believes in testing you every alternate week, a school that believes that interaction with the opposite sex will only distract you from academia, a school that respects only math, physics, chemistry, biology and computer science as subjects worthy of merit…oh I could just go on!!! Essentially a school I detest.
Aniruddh loves it!
It is indeed strange that being a better student at school than he was, I hate the school more than he does. I do not want my son to suffer academic pressure and be taught that if he stays back in his own country and chooses a non professional course after school, it is because he isn’t intelligent enough. I want my son to play, to fall, to open his books when he wants to and to learn in a way that he enjoys!
Is that asking for too much???
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Firsts...
So went to Goa…
Time of firsts…
First vacation for our tiny family.
First stay in a hotel for Manu
First ever sea side vacation for me…in 30 years have only visited the hills
First time I dared to walk across a shaky log bridge across a stream of water and didn’t faint half way through.
First time I wished I was home and not deal with my little one’s homesickness.
First time in a pool with my water loving son.
First time Ani and I did not fight during a vacation.
First time I heard my son order an ice-cream of his own accord.
First time I saw my son mimic the airhostess showing us the emergency exits.
First time the crew addressed me as Mrs. Sankaran as we deplaned without any introduction.
Time of firsts…
First vacation for our tiny family.
First stay in a hotel for Manu
First ever sea side vacation for me…in 30 years have only visited the hills
First time I dared to walk across a shaky log bridge across a stream of water and didn’t faint half way through.
First time I wished I was home and not deal with my little one’s homesickness.
First time in a pool with my water loving son.
First time Ani and I did not fight during a vacation.
First time I heard my son order an ice-cream of his own accord.
First time I saw my son mimic the airhostess showing us the emergency exits.
First time the crew addressed me as Mrs. Sankaran as we deplaned without any introduction.
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