Poetry Day Five: Imperfect
Father and son went with their donkey
On their way they met Mr. Chomsky
He was a nosey fellow
Who couldn’t help but bellow
That silly old crazy man named Chomsky!
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Poetry Day Five: Imperfect
Father and son went with their donkey
On their way they met Mr. Chomsky
He was a nosey fellow
Who couldn’t help but bellow
That silly old crazy man named Chomsky!
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Day Five: Hook ‘Em With A Quote.’
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”
__Bernard M. Baruch
I like this quote, it gives me a lot of pleasure. I always followed my mind. I have a sibling who is too particular of her attire. I think she loses a lot of sleep over what she’d wear, what looks good etc.
These are some things I find is a waste of time. Her idiosyncrasies at times rubbed me the wrong way. For instance she said, ‘Ranu do not tell anyone you have a B.ED degree’
‘Why?’ I said.
‘People will make fun of you.’ was the reply.
I told her, ‘I do not care.’
When I completed my education, my eldest brother forced me to apply for a job where my sibling was the principal. I told him I will not accept the job if I get it.
My aim was to teach in a school, but my brother thought, there’s a huge difference between teaching in a school or in a college.
‘Do you like the title school teacher or College lecturer.’ He said.
‘I’m not concerned about titles, I want to do something that pleases me, I’E, teach young children.’
The result of the interview was out, I was selected to teach in the college. I turned it down, much to the dismay of my brother.
I didn’t mind the rules and regulations of the schools where I studied. We had to wear uniforms, I did not have any problems obeying the rules.
I have no issues wearing a mask when I go out in public in this age of pandemic. Those who break it are not only endangering themselves but the whole community.
As long as I’m comfortable with the decisions I make, I’ll always be myself, regardless of what people think.
I came to this world alone and I’ll leave it alone. I see no harm living my life the way it suits me.
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Poetry, Day Five: Imperfect
Poetic Form : Limerick
I look at this old window and wonder.
Did someone see it when it was newer.
Now its ugly face.
One must replace.
I bet the new one will look better.
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Poetry, Day Five : Imperfect
Poetic Form : Limerick
I hired a contractor to fix my basement,
He employed his kid who is so efficient,
He’ll wow you with his skill
Don’t you worry he surely will
Make you say oh he is so efficient!
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Sadly I saw he disfigured the place
It looks like robbers burgled its faceÂ
By throwing all my stuff
Not caring enough ,
Showing this is how he fixes a place!
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I called the contractor to come and see
How much damage his kid did to me
He said he didn’t know
Where all these will go
So the contractor’s kid threw them around for me to see!
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Thanks to this contractor, whom I will never hire
I’ve learned not to trust these people who don’t tire
Who can only boast,
So they can toast,
People like me who trust them and hire!
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Today’s assignment: Â Hook ’em with a quote
Rabindranath Tagore says:
Don’t limit your child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
Rabindranath Tagore is one of those personalities, who provided us with music, poetry and prose. I have learned a lot from his songs, poems, fiction and non-fiction. Today I feel it is time for me to honor him by using his quote.
As a child I asked many questions, but no one wanted to answer them.My eldest brother tried to stop me by using the famous quote,“curiosity killed a cat.”
When I read Tagore’s quote, I felt I wish I could ask him about certain things I was curious about.
It is true sometimes a child’s questions baffle us, we adults try to stop him/her, because we feel children’s knowledge should be limited to the alphabets, for they are too young to know more than the letters.
Once my colleague complained about her five year old son, “He is not cooperative,” she said.
“Why are you saying this ?” was my question.
She then told me, his kindergarten teacher complained, he refuses to participate in their classroom activities.
It seems the five-year old children were introduced to colors, each time the teacher mentioned a specific color, one of the kids was asked to run and stand on that color. When Jay’s turn came, he looked the other way.The teacher was upset and complained to his mother, that her son was not paying attention.
Jay knew all the colors and thought it was too stupid to run and stand on the color. This is one example, there are many others. This is where Tagore says, “Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.”
Our world has changed a lot, back when I was a kid, we never heard of cell phones, today I see little ones with a cell phone on his palm. I’m awed by this, it makes me want to see what kind of messages are they sending to their friends.
Yes with every new generation we find kids know more than I ever did at that age. I’m not embarrassed for I know, our minds were limited to know what was available in our time. Today if we hold our children back on the presumption it’s well beyond their age, we’d be doing them a disservice. “As they are born in another time.”
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