800 days then!
Moulded, chiseled, churned
This training is a titanic lore;
Micro-lessons and teaching practices
Sixty assignments,dozen projects or more?
Lectures and demonstrations,
Of course some reticent remonstrations,
Ah! A human frailty!
Progressive presentations,assessing examinations
Cultural ventures, debates and discreet dates!
Footballs and baskets,volleys and tennis,
Tutorials, Clubs, Committees and Councillors,
Elections, resignations and conventions,
Decisions and indecisions, queries and contrasts;
Professional creeds and curricular needs,
So much learnt, yet many more;
Campus beautification and agricultural simulation,
In broiling heat and lashing rain
Or hellish hail; did we ever fail?
Child study and nature-nurture
In solemn prayer or meditative trance;
For some a prime chance!
Evening stroll and stolen romances,
I was there for discreet glances!
And in the summer house
A woman in the blouse!
And in my room a dwarfy mouse!
Some days were good, some days better,
When over a ripen Jackfruit we squabble,
Over a mere rumour babble,
Mosquito bites and sleepless nights,
Thunder and lightning is a summer’s right;
800 nights of work and waiting-
Three years worn, three wrinkles wiser,
In earnest gratitude we stoop and bow,
For now we reap that we sow,
Ah! Occasional welcomes and valedictions,
Teachers do we become!!
In rememberance of the days as a trainee at Samtse College of Education. Happy Teachers Day to my Lecturers at Samtse
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