I took the cart, then the gallop then the rope, my bare hands breaking, healing, firming, that grip of mine I climbed, I climbed on As I reach some solace, the stage where I camp, the grimmer greater summit stares down on me, glares at me, mocks me, challenges me the resolve to climb, the …
Just Imagine a teacher who would just pull out her guns and shoot you in a split second,, just like it was one of those Clint Eastwood Cowboy movies.. Bang, Bang, you are dead.. Nazia Ruby, was by far the most dynamic lady teacher of my Crescent History. So fast, and so much into your …
(revised with inputs from Mr D H Ashish) For Indians, disparaging the front person is a matter of routine. Every opportunity to sneer at the educational qualifications of the front person is relished, and is to be amplified by gossip sharing the insult with a group of like minded foxes! This vulgar tendency is …