Renewing relations

Its been a really long time since I did blogging. One of the many reasons was that too many things were happening. It is not wrong to say I was overwhelmed and did face a writers block. Until a  friend gently nudged the other day which was when I realised I was absent for a considerable period.

2013 has been a year with a lot of incidents....some good and some bad. But in a way after practicing Reiki, I learnt a lesson from each event.

Relations never die. They either become good or bad or come to a hiatus over the years. In fact making a friend is easy. Renewing them is the effort making part.  Earlier this year I visited UK for an International Conference. I met my dearest classmate after 13 years. As soon as she heard I was on my way, she extended her warm hospitality. I was apprehensive upon the prospect of staying with her..but as soon as we saw each other it was like we had parted for 13 months...What a great feeling!! I would definitely classify it as those memorable life instances. In fact I always get the same feeling when I'm in India visiting people.  I love and enjoy being with people who make me happy.

At this point I would like us to think about our teachers. I am pretty sure that all of you must have had a favourite teacher or tuition teacher.  They say a teachers profession is one of the most fulfilling profession. Not really... In the event of imparting knowledge, it is true . But when it comes to a later life when all students are gone, it is a different story. As a teacher myself and from other teachers, it is a sad note to point that many an ex student turn their face away when they encounter the teacher on the road. When I visit my favourite teachers in India, all say the same. Everyone has forgotten them. Dear friends, next time you are in your home town, try to visit at least one teacher...

At this instance I would like to share a nasty prank some students played on our teacher. On teachers day 2013, one of my school mates posted a statement on Facebook that a popular language teacher passed away. I felt sad at the loss of the teacher. Later this year when I was in India I visited one of my favourite teacher S. Over our yearly ritual lunch I expressed my sorrow about the demised teacher.
There was a surprised silence and then she started laughing...Why so? The so called demised teacher visited her home two weeks ago!!! Imagine that poor teachers reaction as she was in FB and people are posting a RIP comment!!