My Candle: Two

Yeah. u guessed it.. not just films are made in sequels..!! yup..so for those of u who are reading this post first..i suggest you go read the previous post if you want to make sense of what's written here.. and for the others who have read the previous post and stil reading this..i love ur guts!!!

A really long time i know, but had quite a few things to take care of, loads happening in my life.I know it dosent make sense saying that i dint get the time to write 10 words but trust me when i say that i meant it.

A simple oath before i proceed on with this one: All my other posts had the usage of corrupted english language with 'u' replacing 'you' and so forth. I realised it dosen't really emphasis anything for the post nor does it help my english, henceforth i, Deepthi Rajagopal, hereby solemly decline the usage of the 'chat english' and to strictly adhere to the pure english norms.

With that, moving onto my most favourite teacher of all times: Vishalam Teacher.For most of you from St Thomas school or Holy Angels school in Trivandrum, this will be a familiar name.It's been years since she retired but i am sure her name is still fondly remembered by one and all.

She was my Physics tuition teacher for tenth grade. It so happened that she was my Dad's relative and when we got together for a family get-together, the talk of teaching came up and my folks felt that i really needed the push to get that subject into my head(I really hated that subject!!!).Well so back again to tuition rooms. I was the only student, so maam gave the flexibility to come for it whenever i wanted to.Her house was at a walking distance from our apartment complex and unknowingly i started enjoying the brisk walks in the evenings on alternate days in a week. And more than ever i started enjoying going for the classes.Let alone the fact that she used to feed my hungry mouth with mouth watering bakery items and fruits, she made me open my eyes to the world around me.We talked about a lot of general things in the world and invaribly she managed to associate all of those with physics i needed to pass my exams. Right outside her house was a school for the blind. Evenings, when we sat by the large door sized windows, she always made it a point to make sure that the blinds were pulled when it was time for the students to head home.Seeing the anxious parents waiting for their children and seeing the kids walk out escorted with stick in hand and expressing their joy on realising that they have made it right into the arms of their mothers was a sight worth watching. In that silent moment of realisation, me and maam watched with fluttering hearts the kids actions. Her unsaid words when she looked at my face after that was 'Realise how lucky you are..Make the most of it.' She always encouraged me to achieve something in life cause we were the lukcy few blessed ones who had no shortcomings and could afford to do something for the world to make it a better place.Sadly, even though i wanted to heed her words, i fell into the regular line of people who study to earn a living and busy themselves in trying to make their lives better. I have ended up as an ordinary software engineer with nothing in my name other than a salary account and loads of work..work such that some other rich person gets richer!Well time is still young and i will definetly make my contribution to this world maam..the way you wanted your students to.


As i write this post, my eyes fill with tears and my heart goes out for this brave teacher who has spread such a circle of light in my life none other can ever tread or even try to lessen, when i see her suffer from the physical beast which has engulfed her. The maam i used to see standing by her doorstep to welcome me with a brightly lit smile is now trying to give that smile even when the cancer is slowly spreading through her body and the pain trying to overcome the smile.I have never felt so bad in my life the way i felt when i went to meet her two months ago and see her all weak and tired. I have never in my life prayed so profusely to god about anything else the way i prayed that he rids her of the pain she is suffering from and to give back my lively enchanting maam.. Inspite of all her illness she kept claiming she wanted to take tuition and have the kids around her despite the fact that she could barely manage to sit up and talk. For the first time in my life i envied the kids who are lucky to be having tuitions from her now and i wished i could still be in my tenth grade.. but at the same time i pitied the kids for what they were missing.. the real teacher..the real guide..the real light.. i felt lucky to be among the privilaged few who had the good fortune of being her student when she was her vibrant self..

'I salute you o lovely candle for all the light and warmth you spread in my life.. i shall preserve these till the day i bid farewell to this world.. you laid the path for me to tread my life.. you showed me what it is to be human.. you made me realise all the good fortune that god had blessed me with.. you made me realise how lucky i was to be born the way i am.. Thank you maam...You are always there in my heart and my prayers...

My Candle: One

You know what's the best description of a candle that i have come across? It's this one:

"A candle burns itself out while giving light to others" and do you what else fascinates me about this one phrase? Its the fact that this one applies to more than a candle and u know what that is? guess....... no clue? keep guessin.....still no luck..ok here goes.. a teacher.. aint that the most beautiful thought ever for a teacher??well this post of mine is dedicated to all the candles who marked a circle of light in my life in their own sweet way. ok ok ..i know not every teacher gets the credit of being a candle in our life..i am not generalising anything.. i can talk on my life experience..aww come on... i am done with schools and colleges for this lifetime so i am eligible for voicing my opinions and coming to conclusions.




My teacher at kindergarten. Usha maam at TVS school madurai.. i just have a faint memory of her.. but i dont know what..but i still can never forget her name or the fact that i really adored her.. i was hardly 3 or 4 years of age when i was in her class..i cant even really remember her face.. but shes been one of the few teachers i have always adored in my life...



Now to school...teachers at school.. mmm i never gave them more thought.. they were never burning themselves to give me light..they were burning to get themselves paid.. atleast i never came across a teacher i wanted so badly to be like..until i had the good fortune of having omana teacher teaching me..

coming from tamilnadu i was hopeless at malayalam..cudnt even write a single word of it. i had taken hindi at my previous schools in TN so the realisation that i had to learn malayalam and actually take exams in it to pass to my next grades was pretty shocking for me and even more shockin for my folks who were totally lost when it comes to teachin me..my mother tried her hand in teachin me but it always ended in me and her fightin and me gettin my head banged with watever she cud get in her hands.. and since my father adored me to be his "papa"(meanin baby in tamil)..he decided to refrain from tryin to teach me so that v wud still b sharing the loving bond.. well so moral of story.. need tuition for malayalam.. in 3'rd std(can u blive that???) i was so against it..i mean come on..i was hardly 8 yrs of age..and to be spending one or two hrs in another class after comin back from school while the rest of my friends enjoyed their evenings was too much for my lil mind.

Many persuaions later and after badly flunkin all the malayalam papers in my 3rd grade and with the threat that unless i clear malayalam for my final exams i wud b detained in the same grade i put down my ego and conceeded to have my freedom for two hours given up. We were in an apartment complex with like five floors in all and each floor having 10 houses ..pretty huge i know.. :).. Omana teacher was in the fifth floor.. on my first day i dragged myself to the house..tuk the stairs from the second floor..delaying myself that much more..reached my destination.. promised to get this over with asap and rang the bell.. aunty's maid opens the door.. i have seen aunty once or twice before.. a quiet spoken lady with the face of an angel.. she was teachin in a local school.. and i always wondered what she was like with her students..was she the angel she luked like or was she different.. well well i told myself that i wud find out very soon... her maid tells me aunty is in the kitchen and that i can go sit in the room.. off i push myself to go and seat myself obediently in a chair by the side of a huge table filled with books and papers and pens and pencils and inkpot and rulers and cane chairs in the side of the room.

More voices..i turn around.. who else.. but my friends in the apartment itself. two of them.. i was overjoyed..so they come here too..they are as surprised seeing me there as i was to see them..three 8 yrs meeting in a tuition place.. u can imagine.. the guy amongst us shows us how he learnt to make a paper robot that day in class.. v were watchin him make it when in walked our next tuition mate..a student from aunty's school..a chubby guy with big huge specs.. i was the stransger there for him..the other two promptly introduced me to him.. at tht moment aunty walks in..shes happy to see that v have all made friends with each other..i was takin out my books to start learnin... in walks aunty's maid with four big glasses of steamin hot drinks and cookies in a plate.. man..i was never this glad.. she starts teachin..v start eating. but i learnt more that day than i have learnt in my school the whole year..

she was the most interestin teacher i have ever come across... the most patient teacher.. she understood us kids..she encouraged us in our classes.. yet she managed to get across the subject..i started loving malayalam.. i started loving the way she narrated the malayalam poems we had in our textbooks..even today i can recite the poem of a caterpillar which turned into a beautiful butterfly and flew out..poem in page 13 of std 3 malayalam textbook. CBSE board. Days passed...aunty's house was like our heaven for us.. v used to go to her kitchen..she always had something or the other pickled in salt..it was a delicacy for us..to date whenever i see a salt pickled mango or 'lovelolika' i think of u aunty.. my classes with u.. the poems..the essays.. the speeches. the fun.. the smile on ur face.We were too young .. she knew it.. she became our age to teach us..

and for the finale.. i scored full marks for my final exams in malayalam.. filmi ending.i know.. but true.. from that day i loved the language and i realised how one teacher can change a student's like or dislike for somethin.

The essence of life

Yet another colorless and lifeless day. Nothin much happens. Its always the same old story.The same old mysore city, the same old office campus,the same old comp, the same monotonous work .Then its the hard journey back home.Bus full of tired workers, i thank my stars if i get place to keep both my feet down and stand in the bus.Sitting and travelling is more like a dream come true.Overcoming all the hardships, i reach home..to stillness and more loneliness. Feel such a huge lump in my throat when i open the door and go in and find evrything still and calm. Life really can be such a bore and i am going through the worst phase of life right now.New place, unfamiliar surroundings, loads of work and worst of all not a single soul around to share the mishaps in the day. This is when i miss being a child at home.Miss the cozy room my mom cleans and keeps fresh every single day.The plush sofa where i can just dangle my legs or curl up and catch my fav movie in the tv.Or better still, lie under the warm blanket and gaze at the rainy afternoon through my window. Sit in the balcony and talk for hrs with dad and mom and sip hot tea...I miss my home... i miss being at home.. I used to dream of a day when i will become independent and earn my living...but this is not how i wanted it... i want to be the little girl again... Achan's 'papa'..amma's 'ammu'..ettan's scratch post.... I hate being a grown up..... geez..i salute all u brave souls out there for keeping a smile on your face and still be a grown up..This is prolly one lesson i am hoping life will teach me eventually.But as of now, i have badly flunked in all of life's lessons for being a grown up!.

PS: is thr any ritten rule abt bloggin that one post needs to deal only with one topic?Can i just rite all my thoughts into one post and just label it as post of the day?cos seriosuly right now i am getting so many thoughts running thru my head which i would love to post.. but i just cant seem to connect any of those...

nope..enuff is enuff.. i have already muddled up this post to the possible extent..so till next time.. if i am sane enuff and if anything's happened in my life which i can rite abt..its adios from me. Just a word before leavin..to all u ppl out thr..never ever ignore wats thr in ur life today.. cos one day it mite not be thr and dats the day u will miss it the most..to evryone around u...give ur best..give ur most.. if one day u dont wan to find urself alone! i wish i cud do that..but thrs no one around me to take wat i can give..give me one more chance to live my life all over again.... pls

well back to my colorless life and my one and only faithful companion who takes me thru the day..cofeee......................!

Thy See!

What do u think is the first thing you notice in another person? what is it that draws you to make conversation with a stranger? what is it that makes you keep going back to someone? what is it that u miss a lot when tht special someone is not around u?


My answer to all the questions is... EYES!..yes..eyes, the most beautiful, the most elegant, the most expressive among evrything else that god has given us. Not even words come as close as being expressive as eyes are. The first thing i notice about another person is his/her eyes. It gives away that persons very thoughts when they meet us. I love to see the way eyes twinkle when a loved one comes my way, i notice the way my mothers eyes are when she sees me indulging in something i am forbidden to do, i love to see the seething anger in my friends eyes when i miss her bday and run to meet her to make up for it. I love to see my puppy's eyes light up when he sees me walk in to the room. I love seeing my dad's eyes turn moist when he hears me give a sensible reply [thats one thing my dad never thought i would be able to do ;)] .
Eyes display every emotion in a human mind.. eyes.. the eyes.. I dont think there ever lived a poet who has not described the magic of eyes in their poems nor that there ever lived a lover who hasnt lost himself in his lover's eyes.. yeah i know..too mushy for my liking too...but somehow the magic of eyes are never lost.. not even in this era of scantily dressed females and shirtless muscle guys... its still eyes which dominates evrythin else ;)... wat say folks????

Life Calls!

Have u ever felt that u were invisible?That u might have been the furniture in the room, or the curtains or mebbe better still a small peck of dust in a corner in the wide span of the room.Its really amazing how some people can walk through others totally, run away from them, like they feel nothing, know nothing. I miss the people who were there in my life who gave color to my days,who stood by me,who cud love me. I miss the people who are there in my life now,who dont see me, for whom i am invisible and i miss the people who will b there in my life cos i dont have anythin to offer .Speaking with daggers in your words never help nor does ignoring.People wont be standing for long.A time comes when they either cease to exist or are rendered visible and that is when the realisation dawns on what a loss really means.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

For you

i Just dont exist!!!!

My First!

For evryone out there..this is my very first post on this blog..fcors.. i hope this one stays..yeah this will..this should ..unlike the three other blogs i started off so happily with and deleted without any hesistation watsoever! i hate myself for that :(...
You are welcome to read and be a part and parcel of my life..or ignore me and let me be on my way..or help me with ur suggestions wen i need them..its upto u...entirely.
I am just goin to write..write out evrythin ...........................................