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What teachers make?

Taylor Mali is perhaps best known for his poem “What Teachers Make“. The following poem is perhaps one of the best poems in praise and respect of teachers – the unsung heroes of the education system. It has successfully motivated many teachers, including me, to love what we do, and to do it better, everyday. It is said that the poem was born out of an actual dinner conversation Mali had.

The following illustration by Zen Pencils is my personal favourite as it combines my love for comics and poetry.
2013-07-23-teachersNEWThere are many reasons why I love teaching – Because :

1) I get to share my passion for reading, writing and learning.

2) My students constantly surprise me.

3) I get to see the world from so many different perspectives.

4) I get to learn new things.

5) I touch lives.

And even though I have a big problem with the current education system, I enjoy being a teacher for the love it brings me everyday.

A week ago, a group of students whom I had taught around two years ago called me up and invited me to their farewell party. I had already made some other plans for the day so I politely declined. My phone had no rest that day as there was an influx of calls. I eventually cancelled my other plans and decided to go to the party. And that was a wise decision.

The girls looked oh-so-pretty and the boys, suave. And I felt old. And blessed. And like a celebrity – because they all wanted to click a pic (mostly selfies) with me! 😀

And even though it was not a farewell for me, I was given presents. This brought tears to my eyes.

farewell Class X Mps (1) farewell Class X Mps (3) farewell Class X Mps (4) farewell Class X Mps (6) farewell Class X Mps (7) farewell Class X Mps (8)

So yeah, I love teaching because it is indeed the most satisfying job in the world. 🙂


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A life that could bloom

Was brought to an end

Yet the soul was caged

In a body most abused

It was not very late

Neither was she on her own

Did she look like a bait?

Then why was she raped?

Why?

For she was a woman

And men were men

Why?

They asked her to dress up better

And to learn defense

Why?

Protection is not needed

When you keep to yourself your hands

And your dicks in your pants

How could you be superior?

Why?

For the sake of honor

In the name of rage

You kill your daughters

Why?

You subdue, you belittle

And try to bring them down

Why?

How would you survive

If we chose to fight?

And there may come a time

When we refuse to obey

For where would you be

If not for the women

 

Who gave you life:

^The mother.

Who made your childhood memorable:

^The sister.

Who taught you most of what you know:

^The teacher.

Who made your house a home:

^The wife.

Who kept your heart from growing hard:

^The daughter.

Then why? Why? And why?

Do you forget

Your life stands upon that of a woman.

 

Note: These lines and few other posts of this blog are very old : snippets from my journal/diary. The above lines were written in 2012 after this happened – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Delhi_gang_rape.