Cherubim

“Akashavaani samskruta vaartaha shruyantham…” Alamelu gets up at six in the morning listening to a language she cannot quite comprehend. This sounds like the language she had heard recently on the television. She thought of the lady in a light blue saree with shoulder length straight hair, fair skinned, red lipped and gorgeous looking. She spoke a language unknown to Alamelu and always looked straight at her through the television. Alamelu liked both the lady as well as her blood coloured lipstick. How she wished she could own such a thing like lipstick and colour her lips all day! That seemed impossible to a place where she belonged- rustic and inconspicuous. In the evening, she sat down to watch TV and the show was Chitrahaar. She was perplexed why TV shows are, by and large, in a language unknown to her. She questioned and her Amma replied , “This Hindi speaking people are very dominating, and our people at the station are afraid of them. Hence, these Hindies impose their l...

My Random Thoughts... Everyone in this world is born with a purpose. Most of us do not know what our purpose (duty) is. For enabling the knowledge of our life’s purpose, a teacher’s assistance is taken. Such is the importance of a teacher that Guru is placed before God as per ancient Indian literature. Being a teacher was never my idea. When my counterparts found their bread and butter in the glamorous corporate world, the secure Navaratnas and the elite civil services, it was natural for me to choose one of these options and follow the bandwagon. However, destiny had something else in store for me. I was granted a research fellowship from UGC and voilà, I could become a University teacher in a go! No experience in teaching, but just a fellowship had enabled me to get an enviable post with a handsome salary. I thought who would be the victim of such an untrained and inexperienced teacher- the students, whose interest for the subject and conceptual clarity depends to a ...