Seeing is believing? Just believe what you see ! It’s a kind of magic!!

Do you see the mountains and sea and sky or more?

See whatever you want to see and enjoy!

Do you see the white waves in the blue sea?

     During his lonely walk in Leh mountain top, my husband took these pics! The best gift he brought home!

      The flight took off from Chennai by 2 15 pm. I was on my way to Mumbai. I just had to spend less than 2 hours before I reach my destination. Too tired to take my lap top, too sleepy to read a book, I simply started staring through the window.

      The same thing as always...houses, buildings, roads...within a few seconds everything looked small and I realised that I was in an airplane flying on the air.

      Soon the things on the ground were out of sight and the flight went up to the clouds. I still continued looking through the windows. After few seconds, the blue and white clouds formed the pattern of a roaring sea..where blue looked like water and white like the waves. I felt so happy and excited looking at my self-made reality and it didn’t look like anything other than the sea which brings its waves towards me. The airplane that I travelled became a boat and I enjoyed my boat ride on the sea. It was a long boat ride along the water.

      Later on, the sea was no more there. There were only white clouds around me..huge...and I missed my boat ride and the waves and the sea...I was lost in a place called nowhere and I didn’t know what to do.

      There I realised the next thing. All these clouds that I see around turned to snow covered mountains. Another reality, my own, my world. My airplane changed to an air conditioned double decker bus and it moved by the side of snow mountains. And from the top deck window seat, what did I see? Alps? Himalayas? I could see mountains, valleys...snow..so beautiful.

      As I went on, I could see the top of each snow heap, big and small and I understood that I am travelling in my dreams. From top, they looked like undersea corals. They were gigantic and pure white and I moved on without touching them, but they touching my heart and spirit.

      Then the strangest thing happened. I found me again back in the upper deck of the AC bus, then after a few minutes, I was in my boat. As it moved forward, I saw houses, buildings, bleu tarpaulin covered huts of Mumbai slums, and I found myself above them. I was flying once again in the airplane! And soon I heard a thud as it landed on the ground and as it ran on the runway, I was still wondering about this miraculous reality that was mine for some time. Within an hour and 45 minutes, I saw in my imaginary reality, the Creation of God, from another point of view, making it a magical world for me.

      On the way to Mumbai from Chennai, I saw many places, travelled through many worlds.

      Along with the exquisite tour that I had with my Creator, He also left a big Spiritual lesson in my heart. I have the ability and possibility of making reality into imagination and imagination into reality. All that I see may not be real and what looks real to me may be is just the way I see it. It is up to me to see it the way I want around me and to take it in any way that I like. And if I really want to see, I can see magic and God in everything around and enjoy my journey.

      I pray to God that I must walk my path of life, enjoying every moment of it, seeing in everything something that will excite me and make me happy and think of my Creator, making something very ordinary, to an extra ordinary sight in my eyes. Thank you Lord Almighty for adding some miraculous, mysterious, magical moments to my life!

With love, your teacher...

I don't claim to be a good teacher. More than my merits, I see my errors. I admit the fact..the most difficult task is parenting and teaching..yet, the most beautiful moments belong to parents and teachers who have eyes to see the innocence and need of a kid.

On teachers’ day, this is what I want to tell my students. In class, I would’ve told you a thousand things which I never really meant. And there is only one thing that I ever meant to say. I love and value each one of you, whoever you are and if I haven’t ever expressed that it is my mistake. I love you all for the innocence that bonds us again and again like a web broken and woven over and over again.

Did I say that I will find something better in life than teaching? May or may not be. But it is never as a student, but as a teacher that I learned many things in classroom. Only innocence can make you see some good in me and I am so grateful to my kids for teaching me the power of innocence.

Thanks for the moments of joy and sorry for the firm correction sessions! Smiles and frowns make AV room original!

Thanks for every effort that you took to make Teachers’ day, a special day for us. Everything and everyone matter. Thank you so much children. God bless you..With love, your teacher..

Lost A Game, Won A Battle!

It was just another ordinary day at school. Afternoon ambience changed when Teachers’ Day games competition started. With kids cheering their teachers to victory made the campus sound like a roaring ocean.

From my seat I could see the Badminton doubles competition. More than the teachers in action I loved to see and hear the enthusiastic kids around the court. Though they tried a few days back their best and failed to make me and the other teachers on my table join the competition, tirelessly they called us again from down “please come ma’am..” We told them..”next year..”. They were not going to leave us..SPL came up once again with the request and by that time, my friend and I, we had decided to ‘play the fool’ for the kids to enjoy.

Playing after more than ten years, we had forgotten all the rules and there wasn’t time left to learn them. So, there we stood, ready for the game.

It took us some time to realise that we are leading and after some time we even knew that we had won the match! That didn’t end there. We played and played and won our way to the finals after winning three matches!

I don’t want to hold the surprise from you. No. We didn’t win the match. Though we got some good points, we lost it against our strong opponents. What a bad feeling to disappoint our supporters! Yet we were treated like heroes and I have no words to explain the magnanimity of children to run and come and shake hands and say “ma’am, you played so well!!”

Climbing up the steps we looked at each other in disbelief and thanked God that we could do so much without any preparation at all and that still we were not too tired.

I thought of the days where we used to play Badminton every evening as a family. I had to completely stop playing after being diagnosed for a disc prolapse in the lower back and neck. When I was on the edge of paralysis and when I lived with partial numbness on my feet and then down the knee, I used to pray to God that His Grace should make me walk. The painful years made me lose interest in all activities and I settled down for a slow paced life without much events. I resigned my job and remained at home, finding it difficult even to manage each day’s demands.

That is when we shifted to Salem and I joined Cluny as a part time teacher, with permission to sit down and teach! My old students may remember how I used to miss my steps and stumbled while taking class making the kids wonder if I’ll fall or not. I still remember kids giving me a chocolate when my BP dropped suddenly. With multiple problems I managed my classes with the understanding and cooperation of my students.

I walked with those numb legs, pleading for His Grace in each step. The second floor was Calvary that I climbed every day in pain and prayer. To add to my many falls, I continued falling, hitting my back badly on the floor for four more times, making it eleven falls totally!!

Two years back, it was on September 4^th that I got healed during a healing prayer session conducted at school. From that time till today there is no trace of any pain on my neck or my back. Though healed completely, I never restarted many things that I stopped doing before. Many years of inactivity continued made me feel like a handicap who is scared to venture into anything that involvs a risk. I imagined that my back pain waits at my back like a ghost who can come back to life, if I make a mistake!

Yesterday changed it all. That was the day where my doubts and my fears vanished. The ghost ran off hearing the innocent cheer and screams of kids. 

After playing continuously the games I realised that I am just totally normal as I was before. Nothing seemed wrong, moreover, everything seemed very much right!

My kids, if not for your call I wouldn’t have even thought of a game. If not to make you happy I wouldn’t have played. If not for your cheer, I wouldn’t have made it to the finals.

St Augustine says that it is in giving that we receive. I gave you few minutes of happiness and thrill. But I received myself back.

Thanks a million, my kidoos..I love you all for dragging me to the court with your love and surrounding me with your love. What I achieved yesterday is only because of you, and I thank you all from my heart.

On Teachers’ Day, I will receive the prize for the runner up. I can already hear your cheer. When you see me on the stage, please remember that I was a person who could hardly walk and please praise and glorify the Almighty Ever-living Ever-loving God who made me run again.

Thank God, thank you, my beloved kids of Cluny. May God bless you always and make you grow in His Wisdom and Love...

I might have lost the game..but I conquered the demon and won the battle!! Sindhu