reflection

How could we let the future of a student be ruined simply because he, on real-time, through intuition and systematic ways he learned over the years, arrived at the answer, instead of investigating its beauty and embracing the smartness of handling trickily built web, I am asking my teacher on the last day at the class, when we are given chance to express what we think. It came a thunder as the people preceded me expressed their gratitude and how fortunate they were to learn from the teacher, and the people followed me ended up in talking highly irrelevant matters. And the teacher, the one who taught for the longest hours in my life, is who wrote in my autograph not to forget the alpha.

Writing is something I liked in my life all the time, unlike many other activities that I have been dropping over the years from the list of hobbies, and still I love writing. But, I haven’t written many, I am asking myself, except for few poems I wrote in my mother tongue and the articles and posts on my site where I doubt whether the cause for my writing is genuinely I like writing or merely I want to impress someone, loudly cry that I am neither nobody nor somebody. It is the ability to think what we are thinking distinguishes us – human - from animals, and I think I am going to overuse it as I have already written or talked about what I am thinking and now writing about my contemplations. It need not mean that I spoke genuinely and openly in the past, but I am trying to express my reflections openly here.