Saturday, September 01, 2007 teacher's day; the revival of recognition.Well-wishes from my babies, very much appreciated! One of the perks of being a teacher, I suppose. Class was hilarious today. [You'll think that NIE will have a Teacher's Day celebration and cancel all classes, but nooooo, sigh] One of the lecturers came in, and started going on and on about deep deep issues regarding organicism in music. Yang'en and I were very amused by his mini-rant, but also mortified that we actually understood all of the cheem terms that he rattled off. Verbal gesticulations, you might call it that, and very big ones too. It's good to see all my colleagues again, albeit in a very different setting but that's the whole point. It was bhangra music throughout at the Rupee Room, and we were extremely entertained by the crowd and ourselves. Bhangra dance moves are actually quite fun, did you know that? It's strange how we make new memories at old places, and the attachment to the older ones either fade away, or are renewed with such fervour, that you try not to think about it anyway. But think about it, I did, and I will like to weigh both the gain and losses, but I've lost my balancing scale. With it comes dull panic, disillusionment, and finally, a sense of disquiet which then seeps away, leaving me with the curled tendrils of acknowledgement inside. I hope they'll blossom out to be lollipops in neon rainbow shades. she procrastinated @ 04:56 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies breathing out. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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