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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Training At RTI, Bhubaneswar.

All the junior lecturers and  PGTs of ST/SC Development Department of Govt of Orissa were called for a refresher course at ST/SC Research Training Institute at CRP square Bhubaneswar. The get-together of the old friends at the same place after a long time gap of 4 years was really a big treat. The Refresher course was simply a name and meeting each other was the real fun and game.However, some of the participants had come to the training programme leaving their families unattended in the remote pockets of KBK districts.So at times the memory of their family made them conscious to finish the course at once and move back to their work station as soon as possible.

During the course we happened to sit in the conference hall for 7 hours like the school children.It revived the old habit of our school days.The educational out put was spiced with a strong fellow-feeling. To some extent we had become more alert, more innovative and smart.The refresher course was capable of dispensing the student's point of view to the teachers who sat in the programme like the students of a school.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

On that day I was completely drenched. The rain coat was of little use. And I had to cover another 40 kilometres on my bike. The road was lonely. Road side trees were the only visible companions. The rain was showering sporadically. On my way I saw a school boy walking in the direction of my journey . I stopped my bike near the boy and told him to come with me. He accepted my offer and placed himself on the back seat. We rode away and after covering two or more kilometres, the boy wanted to get down. I thought in my mind that as the boy belonged to a tribal community and they were not exposed to the CULTURED MANNERS of civilisation, expecting a word like 'THANKS' from him was meaningless. Without any such expectation of words of thanks, I left the boy at his destination. And before taking leave from the boy my eyes met with his eyes, suddenly a beautiful smile of happiness came from his heart and lit up his tender face. That beautiful expression on his face warmed my rain drenched being and I rode all the way without looking back remembering and weighing the emptiness of artificial cultured mannerism on one side with the pure human expression of heart.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Writing a book.

"Write a book which you often think to read but none has written it yet." This line touched my heart readily and made me write it in my blogpost. For a moment I pondered what things I have dreamt for and why I have