Sunday, November 17, 2024

Memory files

Memories are mind's masterpieces, 

Both mind-blowing and mind messing.

Those who can recall their childhood years,

Are the most gifted or cursed lot,

To get delighted or dejected by the recalls.

 

My childhood memories are more tattered.

The streets on my way, were all battered.

To tie up the rags and insert them in a folder,

Makes not a facile move,for a helpless holder. 

Fragmented memories are meant for the smolder.

 

Adolescent memories are almost an applecart, 

Disrupted or derailed by the running wheels

On unknown tracks,with untried, awkward limbs.

I was not an apple's eye, at my meek adolescence.

Nor did my jolted dreams,dwell in the applecart.

 

Teenage memories could teem, tease, and taunt

Anyone, about their vagaries as a vanity flaunt.

My teenage memories unfold my trembling feet,

Shivering deep,unable to match my coeval fleet.

I cannot credibly click the folder of my teenage sheet.

 

Adulthood memories could be kept in multi folders 

With mighty or murky MS and Pdf pages, in plenty.

As my ageing,feeble fingers browse my memory files,

What I could read, are the pages of adulthood substance, 

With the rest of my folders,causing me a myopic resistance.

P. Chandrasekaran.

Friday, November 1, 2024

மெய்சிலிர்க்க,மெய்யழகன்

மெய்யொடு கைகோர்த்து

கொய்வது அன்புக்கனி.

வைய்யத்து வாழ்வினில்,

அன்பே வரம்தானே!.


தொய்விலா அன்போடு,

தெய்வத்தைத் தெளிவிக்கும் 

தீவிர வெளிப்படையாய்,

மெய்யழகன் கார்த்திக்!.


"அய்யோ பேரறியேன்;

அன்பின் தடம் மறந்தேன்;

செய்வது அறியாது,

பொய்யுரைத்து நின்றேன்",

எனக்குமுறும் அருள்மொழி,

அழகி அரவிந்த்சாமி!.


இருவரின் சந்திப்பில்,

அருள்மொழி தனையறிய,

உய்யும் உன்னதமும்,

மெய்யின் முழுத்திரளும்

நெய்யின் நறுஞ்சுவையாய்,

ஒன்றுபட உயிர்கலக்கும்.


கலைக்கடல் பிரேம்குமார்

பேரலைக் கருத்துருவால்,

பின்னுக்குப் பெண்தள்ளி,

ஆண்களுள்ளம் ஆர்ப்பரிக்கும்.


ஆகாயம் போல்விரிந்த

ஆளுயர நெகிழ்ச்சிதனில்,

மனதோடு மெய்சிலிர்க்கும்,

மனிதமலர் 'மெய்யழகன்'!.


சைக்கிளின் சரிதையில்,

சத்தியமே சக்கரங்கள்.

யாரிவன் என்றுணர்ந்த

பேரன்புப் பூரிப்பில்,

அருவியென அருள்மொழி,

கதவுதட்டிக் கைவலிக்கும்.


அடைக்கும்தாழ் உடைத்தெறிந்து,

புடைத்துநிறக்கும் அன்பங்கே!

வினாக்கள் விடையெழுப்ப,

விடைகள்பல வினாஎழுப்பும்;

அடைத்தேனின் இனிப்பாகி,

அன்பொழுகும் 'மெய்யழகன்'!

ப.சந்திரசேகரன். 



Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Memoirs of a college teacher.

   

 

   I was a college teacher nearly for thirty seven years,in Nehru Memorial College, Puthanampatti, a reputed rural college in Tamil Nadu.It was a pleasure to be an English teacher for students,most of whom were drawn from nearby villages,and neighbouring taluk head quarters of Tiruchirappalli,Salem and South Arcot districts,then.When I started my teaching career,it was only a men's college and later on,it was converted into a co- educational institution,in the mid Nineteen Eighties.

  Those days,the interview procedures were rather down to earth,and the principal &secretary of that college who happily appointed me,adopted an empirical question and answer procedure,and he might also have exercised a kind of face reading efficacy,based on which he would have considered me fit for the job.Owing to the prevalent transport difficulties those days,I could not reach for the interview on time,but still providence was behind me,pushing me into the employer's head,as a prospective teacher of head and heart,to ably fit into the rural box,with a spontaneous flair for both English and Tamil.

  The nearly four decades of my career could be split decade wise,with credits and defects on my side,to go in for a genuine self-appraisal.My initial years were full of jam packed teaching sessions,at times with even four out of five teaching hours,on certain days.My throat volume was the best friend of mine,and even in some training programmes it attracted the attention of some resources personnel.But still my soaring throat after a two continuous hours of lecturing,would ask for a full glass of double tea.

   I had the flow of language both in terms of English and Tamil.But I do not know how inspiring I was,though periodically,I used to receive appreciative letters from many students.My foremost weakness was my erratic handling of the blackboard,writing relevant words,phrases and even sentences, on the black board,wherever I could find space, instead of using appropriate aesthetic features,that the board required.I do not know how much the black board would have suffered and cried.

   However,my teaching spell in the Nineteen Seventies was really a felicitous experience, with willing contribution from my end, to co-curricular and extra-curricular activities assigned to me and appreciated by the college management.Fixing chief guests for functions and escorting them to our college was an additional responsibility given to me during the starting spell of my career.One such event I remember was,escorting Prof.K.Aludiapillai IAS,Principal of Periyar EVR college Tiruchirappalli,who afterwards became District collector and then the Vice Chancellor of Madurai Kamaraj University.I was also a hostel proctor and deputy warden of the students hostel,between 1970 and 1975  

  Majority of the students in the Nineteen Seventies,were responsive and eager to learn,with outstanding modesty and flexibility. During the early Seventies,the institution also permitted the teachers to give private tuition to students on specified fees per year,with the tuition strength not exceeding six students per teacher.

  My earlier teaching sessions were frequently observed by the Principal and Secretary,who used to stand at some corner,outside my class room,and watch my mode of teaching and the class control that I had, because I was just 21 plus when I took up my job, and my students were 18 or nineteen years of age.Weekly compositions for two hours,were rigorously adhered to,and this was followed by a meticulous correction process,that would point out the spelling and grammatical errors made by the students,besides mentioning the corrected version of those mistakes.The pass percentage of students drew significant attention from the college management,for a teacher's  confirmation of service.

  The one day annual picnic of all the staff and the head of the institution to nearby picnic spots, proved to be an experience in endearment, coupled with enjoyment. With literary association meetings, sports day events, and college day celebrations, the entire year used to be running on a busy track, moulding posterity to lead a progressive and value based life.I was in charge of the college music club and the social service league,for a few years.

  On the whole, the first ten years of my job passed on, as a golden period in my life. But still, there appeared as a jinx, that caused a slight misunderstanding between me and my department head, following an incident involving my defiant behaviour against him. It took place in 1975 or 1976.After that incident, it so happened that I made a few totaling mistakes, in my consolidation of the internal assessment mark list. This led my HOD to send me a letter of censure blaming me for my negligence of duty that seriously saddened me. Luckily, as a redeeming factor, the concluding sentence of his letter said "I am sorry to write this to an able, efficient and trustworthy member of my department''. The last sentence remained closer to my heart and the rest of his negative remarks vanished like thin air. After this, our intimacy grew by leaps and bounds.

  The Nineteen eighties were torn between frequent strikes by teachers& government employees with hitting bouts of guilt about shirking responsibility and commitment expected of a teacher, towards the student community. Nevertheless, without those agitational programmes, teachers and and other employees could never have seen their legitimate life standards become a living and lasting reality.

  It was during that decade,our college attained regional repute,as the first Arts and Science college in Tamil Nadu,to offer computer science courses.This led to a new generation of learners,whose futuristic goals and job guarantees made them  assessors of the teachers,including those who taught them English.This decade also continued the two hour composition schedule, that would have provided a solid ladder for the linguistic development of many students towards an error-free use of written English.

  To me an interesting incident occurred during an academic year of the same decade.A huge number of students of a Science branch, wanted me to teach the whole play 'Julius Caesar', only in Tamil. When I rejected their demand, excepting one student, all the others boycotted my class on a day. However, following my rigid and rightful stance, they attended my classes from my next session.

  During that decade, my self-esteem had to be straightened more, with a greater quest for what best English could do, for a hopefully employable group of students. Precision in presentation became more important. My use of the black board improved to a considerable extent and I was double sure about not misspelling any word.But still once I misspelt the word 'cemetery' as 'cemetry',during the last hour of a morning session.At lunch time, after verification of the correct spelling of the word,I visited the class during the first hour of the afternoon session of the same day,when a subject teacher was handling the class.With an apology to the teacher for my interruption, I entered the class,and corrected the misspelt word,that was still taunting me,undeleted from the black board. 

  Some of my errors in pronunciation were corrected on subsequent days and I always saw to it that my spot errors did not become a part of the students' learning process,by way of misguiding them in their future use of English.This was because,in a Summer Institute programme when I was teaching pronunciation of some English words from a lesson,I mispronounced the word 'esoteric', putting the stress on's'instead of 't'.During the post teaching assessment of my teaching session,a resource personnel pointed out my error and I felt sorry for that.

  Many teachers instinctively carry both the inspiration and weaknesses of their teachers on their brains.While my fluency was drawn from one of my most venerated teachers of the college where I studied for six years,{from pre university to post graduation},my habit of teaching by sitting on the table for a few minutes, was influenced by my two other teachers. Later on, I realized that it was an unfair practice, and mended my mistake for the remaining years of my teaching career.

  In the middle of that decade, an unforgettable incident took place. A bright student from the B.Com branch, was mistakenly disallowed to continue his examination, by the Chief Superintendent of the university examinations. He was asked to leave the examination hall abruptly after two hours,{that was his last paper too} under the presumption that he violated the rules of conduct, meant for the candidates of the examination. Though he had secured creditable marks in that exam, his results were withheld by the university. I took up the issue with the then Controller of Examination of the university concerned, and made the authorities conclude, that he was a meritorious student, unduly affected by a context of misunderstanding. Subsequently, his results were published and that bright student later got a job abroad.   

  From the Nineteen Nineties,computer education became a predominant academic discipline,and the position of the teacher in the class room became very delicate and a bit vulnerable too.This was due to an assumption among a section of learners,that they knew better than their teachers. This assumption was specifically noticed among students from the urban elite families.But still,quite a lot of students who hailed from the rural belt,were earnestly of the opinion,that there was a lot to be learnt from knowledgeable teachers. Letters of love and appreciation from a few students,continued to enthuse me,during this decade.

  The new millennium saw the sagging years of my career,but still I was not like the bull in Ralph Hodgson's poem "The Bull",which depicted an ageing bull brooding over its glorious past.The college became an autonomous institution by then,and it became my foremost responsibility as Head of the Dept,to set a strong foundation in framing the syllabus and preparing relevant teaching stuff and question banks,that could help my successor to carry on the the process forward, with creditable substance and quality.I used to reach the college on the college bus by 8.45 am every day,and would start the preliminary work connected with the requirements for academic autonomy,before the regular work began at 10 am.

  To conclude,I never let down the pride and self -esteem of a teacher,especially at the stage of imparting learning to those in higher education.It is a known fact that school teachers are remembered more than college teachers,because it is the former brand that sows the seeds and shapes the roots of every learner,from the primary to the secondary and higher secondary levels of education. Twelve years of teaching and learning  constitute the formative knowledge acquisitions of every student from the Higher Secondary schools.Perhaps that is why, only school teachers are selected for Best Teacher Awards.

  My memoirs as a college teacher contain a profound nostalgic net weight,which solely rests with the following facts:-

1]Whenever I had the first hour in the morning or afternoon session,I was the first one to go and stand in front of the class room,and I could see the students rushing into the classroom after that.

 2} I never used my teaching sessions for any purpose other than teaching.

3}My interest was more towards teaching poetry and drama though I took up teaching prose and fiction too.

4) A sizeable number of students used to make a special mention about my hold on vocabulary,with regard to multiple meanings of words and the grammatical dimension of those words.  

5}I never differentiated students in the name of gender,religion and caste. 

6}I do not remember to have availed of a permission,for being late on any day,during my entire career

7} If I had a teaching session during the last hour on any day I do not remember to have dispersed the class before the long bell.

8}I always believed that a bossy teacher fails; but a friendly and inspiring teacher steers the listening mood of the students,and scores considerable respect and affection from them.

9} I still believe that a teacher who attracts love and respect from students based on his principles and performance potential,need not bend before any external pressures, asking for a compromise of self-dignity and ideological affinity.

  At the higher education stage,every teacher runs the risk of being treated like a stage or film actor.Some are heroes;some are comedians;some are character actors and  a few are villains too.It is the right of every student to have their own opinion about every teacher,based on their interaction and connectivity with that teacher.In the midst of thousands of students, I am not sure and I cannot be sure of what most of my students thought of me,and for which particular role they considered me competent.But I can say without a mask,that my happiest moments were spent in my classrooms.

  Above all,when the retirement year came to call it a day and quit,my very close colleague and soulmate,and I,decided to retire from service,on the last day of our birth month, instead of pushing our appeal to the college management,for an extension of our service till the end of the academic year that was in vogue those days.To gratefully conclude this post, the memoirs of my college years, I mean the teaching years,stand before me as a bounteous nostalgic experience,reflecting my never lost love for the students,my attachment towards most of my colleagues-cum friends, my inherent respect for the Principal and Secretary, who made us cherish fruitful academic goals, and above all, my absolute submission to the Almighty, for having let me function as an active limb of the noblest body,called Teaching.

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Tuesday, October 15, 2024

தேய்மானத் தாக்கங்கள்

தரம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

தரவுகள் தளர்ந்து திசைமாறும்.

உரம் தேய்ந்திடின், 

உறுதியின் ஊட்டம் உதிரும்.

திறன் தேய்ந்திடின்,

தலைமையே தடம் புரளும்.

பறை தேய்ந்திடின்,

முரசின் மூச்சு நிற்கும்.

சிரம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

சிந்தனையில் சீழ் பிடிக்கும்.

மரம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

மறுமுனை கிளைச் சாயும்.

புறம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

அகத்தின் அகந்தை வீழும்.

நிறம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

நளினம் நலிந்து போகும்.

வரம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

இறையருள் தூரம் கூடும்.

பிறை தேய்ந்திடின்,

பிறகது வளர்ந்து ஔியூட்டும்.

கரம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

களத்தினை தோல்வி கவ்வும்.

அறம் தேய்ந்திடின்,

அடிமனையே ஆட்டம் காணும்.

மனம் தேய்ந்திடின், 

மகிழ்ச்சியை முகம் புதைக்கும். 

மானம் தேய்ந்தின், 

மரணம் கூட மாண்பிழக்கும்.  

ப.சந்திரசேகரன்.


Monday, September 30, 2024

THE CRUSH

Crush is sudden,but never hidden.

Like a crushing flash of lightening, 

It dazzles the mind,throwing reason

Into the winds,with a bundle of blushes.


Crush pushes the brain to a back slot,

Like waterfalls weighing down bodies;

Like a gush of winds,blowing away balloons.

Born in haste,crush has no character base.


Crush if rejoiced,revels in romantic glory.

If rejected,it rides on roads with wrath,gory.

Crush is a mesh that entangles one's moods,

That get crashed like moths undone by lamps.


Crush is born to burst fast,like serial crackers

Sabotaging others' hearts as systemic hackers.

As crush is a visual stroke short and sweet,

Speedily the crushed minds,grudge to greet.

P.Chandrasekaran. 


Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Motivation modules.

  Motivation is too general a term to be specified. A child on the process of gestation, motivates a pregnant woman towards positive motherhood. After the child is born,the mother spends almost every moment, motivating the child at every stage in its growth, until it reaches adulthood. For most offsprings, parents are the close role models depending upon who performs the role of parenting better,between the father and mother.

  Every individual's chance of exposure to the world outside, in the form of educational institutions,friends and relatives,work spots, nature of jobs, places visited and fields associated with, turn to become motivating factors in a person's life.An individual's grasp of contexts and events, triggers the brain to react and evolve the overall personality of a person.

  The world has become a more complicated place today, on account of the various websites both social and informative,moving around everybody's life. When the world was small,with one's life routine being confined to one's home and hometown, things were easier to manage,and the mind of man had little or less chance for temptation to deviate from the preset objectives and goals.Cinema was the only distracting pull in the past. Whereas today, various pulls are there to distract and induce individuals,to deviate from their performance orientation.

  Values were held in high esteem in the past. Consequently, moral instruction classes were found to be valid in all schools,especially at the primary school learning stage. Contrarily, in a value shrinking universe, the fittest kind of motivation is to keep every block closely linked to the happenings around it,and help it learn survival lessons with competence but without crookedness. Even now, moral instruction classes at the primary learning stage could be made a vital part of the academic programme;but it should be done without any bearing on religion,because in a class of mixed religious groups,focus on any particular religion would become counter productive. 

   I believe lessons in language books in various states of India,have at least a couple of poems,essays,and short stories to expose the students to certain basic values of life such as self-esteem,self- confidence,personal integrity and respect for fellow human beings as well as all living beings.Language teachers have the paramount responsibility of infusing the aforesaid values into the nascent brains of the students,at the primary and secondary levels of education. Next to parents,it is the teaching section which is expected to be the chief motivating channel for students. 

  Public and private schools can be empowered to arrange for motivation lectures by learned and inspiring individuals,who have neither political lenience nor religious affiliation.Spiritual discourses belong to a separate zone and there are veteran speakers on spiritual topics,who occupy the centre stage outside the academic ambience, especially at various worship spots and religious forums.As far as schools are concerned, it is sensibly desirable to keep politics and religion outside its four walls.

  Any motivation lecture should be confined to building and promoting the physical and emotional wellbeing of a budding generation, so as to avoid the origin of prejudices or any controversial mind frames,besides enabling the posterity to successfully sail through the sea of humanity and survive effectively without causing nuisance to the changing currents and waves of the sea. 

 As late Dr.K.Chellappan, former Professor and Head of the Dept. of English, Bharathidasan University said in a You tube compiled video programme,every individual can prefer to be "an imperfect human being,to the frozen universe",because only imperfection cries for perfection. The cry for perfection should be generated in the minds of the youth through motivation lectures,by linking the present to the future, setting both individual and collective happiness and peace of mankind, as the combined goals of mankind.In this regard,evolution,experience, enlightenment,and empathy are the four pillars of humanity and motivation modules should be exclusively concretised,to strengthen these four pillars.    

 P.Chandrasekaran.

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Quest for quality.(Happy Teachers Day)

               

With technology occupying the driver's seat,

Teachers cannot afford to be backseat drivers.

They should strive to be the operating system

For pushing ahead, projects of wit and wisdom.


Worldwide websites are wooing the learner's hub,

Making teacher's role, either redundant or resilient.

Those resilient soon become the radiant rockstars,

Topping their ideas and facts with inspiring toolbars.


From the base of faith and passion, does teaching arise.

Patterns might change but not the purpose of function.

If a teacher fails to perform, a generation falls into the bin

With a cranky curse falling on the teachers.as shameful sin.


Teaching as noble profession, rejoices in its quality quest

To feed the progressive generations, with its hefty harvest.

 P. Chandrasekaran.