The 24 Hr clock

The twenty four hour clock keeps ticking.

Along with it I keep running.

Morning opens my eyes with a promise of a new day.

I meditate to the tune of the morning noise, to bring peace to my mind.

Afternoon bright and sunny calls for a heavy and hearty lunch.

Evening time is the sweet tea time, never do I miss.

Night time brings relief and rest as I jump to bed to rest.

The twenty four hour clock still ticking.

I keep sleeping; I keep dreaming.

Tomorrow will be again another day, another story.

Perhaps, with a little twist but somethings I will not miss.

Sometimes student, Sometimes teacher

When I was a child I was a student, learning at every stage from everyone.

I was a student of a mother who taught me to walk, run, think, understand and above all survive in life.

When I finally started to read and write I was sent to school to be educated and get a degree of all kinds.

In schools and colleges I was a student of all the teachers who taught me not only the subjects but also gave me the practical understanding of things and how to relate it with life. I watched them closely and listened carefully to every word they said.

Then finally it was time for me to check my understanding and showcasing my talents and skills to the world. I started working.

I was a student of my boss and all the other seniors who mentored me. Sometimes praise boosted my confidence and the other times a slight criticism catapulted me to take the challenge and prove myself. There were still other times when none worked so I floated like a cork in water.

Now there is a slight shift in the roles. After all those years of learning and gaining firsthand experience about life I’m on a different road, where I’m a teacher.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to my sister guiding her, helping her to take decisions related to career and life but mostly it’s career.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to my students and trainees as they learn how to master some skills related to communication and personal development. They would sometimes consult me on matters of education and profession as well.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to the young ones and children in the family. They learn to draw, paint, play, have fun, cook, read etc.

Though I’m a teacher to some people but I still consider myself to be a student. As the life’s camera keeps rolling, the role of a student cannot be static. If you are a life’s student you keep learning and moving ahead. However, sometimes when enough is gained from personal experience and from observing others you can change the costume from a student to a teacher. Based on your learning and experience you can help and lead others when they are facing any difficulty in any section or any phase of their lives.

Doing it anyways

I had never thought of speaking in front of strangers, but now my profession requires me to speak in front of audience. Audience of varied groups- large,small, young, old, experienced, freshers etc. These faces always greet me with a smile, but they are all unknown faces. I would be meeting them for the very first time in my life and may be will never meet them again.

The first time I was scared to face the audience. I felt like a small mouse standing in front of the hungry audience, who were of course cats, ready to tear me apart and feast on me. Practice has made me….somewhat perfect, so now I’m scared for a quick fraction of seconds and after that I’m fine.

Believe me guys, had I been scared like- dead scared, I wouldn’t have started it in the first place.

Will I be comfortable had the audience been my friends?

Yes, a guaranteed yes would be the answer. They would have applauded at my speech. They would have hidden my mistakes or sugar coated it so that I don’t feel bad. But that is not what I want in life. I don’t want to be treated like a soft toy.

I have always respected my audience. The reason is simple- they are truthful. You cannot fool them. The only thing that matters to them is not you, but the knowledge and skills that you have and you want to share it with them. For knowledge you need to do a lot of research work or in short it means a lot of hard work. For skills you need to take the feedback and improve yourself, not once, not twice but continuously. Simply put, it means to – Practice, practice and practice.

However, I would like to do bungee jumping with my friends. The reason is very simple, what if something happens to me. It’s not about boosting my confidence or being scared. It’s just a small question- what if something happens to me. I don’t know if strangers will help me or not but friends would. And if they don’t: You better sleep with your eyes open, because I will not let you sleep peacefully after I’m done with this life.