Crossing rivers in ‘ our country’ is about how some governmental policies fail.
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Here is a story.
Many centuries ago, there was a country named ‘Our country’.
People in group A has to jump over at least ten rocks to cross rivers for daily economic survival.
Of course, some in group A were not as skilled or resourceful. They suffered and were left behind economically… embittered.
Group A was a side-product of a governmental policy.
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This governmental economic policy aimed to help people in Group B. It allowed them to use bridges provided on these rivers.
Group B was an intended product of this governmental policy.
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One season, monsoons came thundering and lashing mercilessly. Flash floods destroyed many bridges and homes.
Life had to continue. Most of group A people continued to cross the rivers of life as they used to.
But many people… in group B were left stranded and lost. They were handicapped without the bridges. Only a few strong ones were able to adapt to the situation- jumping over those rocks.
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In ‘our country’, people voted the government. But somehow certain policies undermine their intended service to the people as a whole…in a country called ‘ Our country’.
… And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made …
The oxymoron (=combination of words having opposite or very different meanings) in the title gives a good idea of incommunicability among people
The poem ‘The Sound of Silence’ consists of five irregular stanzas in which the poet describes the conflict between spiritual and material values in our modern world.
Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
The poem begins with an address to darkness. The narrator says that he has come to talk to it because a certain vision has planted its seeds in his brain while he was sleeping. The vision still remains there in the sound of silence.
Yesterday, Delhi state government launched a ‘patriotic curriculum’ from nursery to class twelve to instill a sense of patriotism through simple activities like a patriotic diary, patriotic meditation, flag day, group discussion etc. The patriotic stories will tell the importance of our freedom struggle to younger generations. The fact is that we now feel patriotism […]
After that blood-pressure rising episode, the three angels went on to take my pulse and respiration rate. I was pleased that they took my blood -pressure correctly. Looking at them smilingly, I turned to look at my table planner. I reminisced the times when I practiced holding my breath under-water.
They shook their watches several times and glanced at each other. Now, they all bent nearer, peering closely at my chest… scratching their heads.
“Yes, finished?” still holding my breath as much as possible.
“Your pulse rate is 80 per minute, but, but… your respiration rate is only four per minute!”
I laughed softly, “ok, ok, I was just pulling your legs! Now I will breathe normally!” They heaved a sigh of relief, completed their tasks, and got my initial into their log books. Teaching can be fun, too!
Can teaching be fun? [Photo by Katerina Holmes on Pexels.com]
These PNC student-nurses had to learn how to take vital signs among themselves, on their seniors, and then, on their lecturers. Only when they had completed that log, were they allowed to do on the patients in the wards.
Decades later, I don’t remember now who they are, but I enjoyed that life-enlightening morning episode.
Thank you, girls!
Quote:-
“The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.” —Dalai Lama
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” —Robert Brault