Baba was telling me about Dr. Abdul Kalam today and how he persevered to get a good education for himself and his family. The topic started today over a paratha that Ma accidentally burned in which I volunteered to eat because I did not want her to.
So Baba started telling me that when Kalam was a boy he had to walk 7 miles to his school which was very hard for him. Everyday his mother would pack his food. His family was very poor and did not have much food to begin with but since he walked for such a long time, his mother would give him a few extra pieces of her portion as well. One day, his mother was making roti for her husband which she accidentally burned. Since she did not have any more she had to give him the burned roti and said that she accidentally burned it. Her husband took it and said, “It’s okay. I love burned roti.” That same night before Kalam and his father went to sleep, Kalam asked his father, “I have never seen you eat burned roti before. Why did you say you like burned roti?”. His father replied, “There is no pioint in saying anything negative about it. What is done is done. If I had said something, your mother would have become more saddened.” I really liked how the father reacted to the the burned roti. It really shows his love and respect for his wife.
Baba also told me that Dr. Abdul Kalam was really good with words so I found this quote which I can really relate to.
“One best book is equal to a hundred good friends but one good friend is equal to a library.”
-Dr. Abdul Kalam, Wings Of Fire
Death stands there in the background, but don’t be afraid. Hold the watch down with one hand, take the stem in two fingers, and rotate it smoothly. Now another installment of time opens, trees spread their leaves, boats run races, like a fan time continues filling with itself, and from that burgeon the air, the breezes of earth, the shadow of a woman, the sweet smell of bread.
What did you expect, what more do you want? Quickly. strap it to your wrist, let it tick away in freedom, imitate it greedily. Fear will rust all the rubies, everything that could happen to it and was forgotten is about to corrode the watch’s veins, cankering the cold blood and its tiny rubies. And death is there in the background, we must run to arrive beforehand and understand it’s already unimportant.
Listening to the rain,
Letting it slowly soothe me
The thunder rumbling off to somewhere distant.
I would be writing about how happy I am in finishing my research paper on Autism at 1:50 at night. But I won’t as I’m tired and sleepy and aching, Aching because I was sitting in a wooden chair in front of the computer for a long period of time. In all, I’m done. The paper has decided to come to a stop at the 34th page. And what a relief. I thought it was never going to end the way it was going. Sorry if I don’t get to fin—
I’m seeing this more and more with this generation’s kids. Why do we feel that this is the only way a child will stay engaged or even have fun for that matter? We are making them more dependent on technology. Just because your child says, “But all my friends have one” is not a reason to buy one for him/her. If you are going to buy one, at least be the one to manage how long your child spends on it. This shouldn’t take your child away from getting the opportunity to make friends, socialize, and maintain good, strong relationships. I have seen too many families give in to their children. And those same children at parties or any socializing event, instead of playing with other children, they are busy fiddling on their iPad/iPod, mom or dad’s phone, and tablets. Is this the future we want to carve out for our children?
Yes, kids love technology, but they also love Legos, scented markers, handstands, books, and mud puddles. It’s all about balance.
-K.G. First Grade Teacher
Lightning calls my name
Uttering in a rumbling, crackling, white light
Calling me over and over again