tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74340776984621068172024-03-12T17:11:44.415-07:00Life.........Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-28877196547674572162010-10-23T08:54:00.000-07:002010-10-23T08:56:50.564-07:00Words ( another poem penned by me )<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">People say words are merely words per say,<br />But are WORDS merely words?<br /><br />Some words are as flowery as spring,<br />While others are as hot as the sun,<br />Some are as sharp as a sword,<br />And<br />Not forgetting those that are like the gun.<br /><br />Some words are as warm as a summer’s day,<br />While some are as cold as a winter’s night,<br />Some words are just so mum ,<br />And<br />Some are like a drum.<br /><br />As words come in many forms and shapes,<br />How can we say-<br />Words are just words per say?<br /><br /> By Viloshena Ravandran..<br /> </span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-91752319148186487742010-07-24T09:22:00.000-07:002010-07-24T09:23:52.005-07:00Simply being me,,,<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nasi lemak for breakfast,<br />Yee Mee for lunch,<br />Thosai for dinner,<br />And<br />What’s for supper?<br />I wonder….<br /><br />Am I Malay?<br />No, I am not.<br />Am I Chinese?<br />No, I am not.<br />Am I Indian?<br />No, I am not.<br />Then who am I ?<br />You may wonder…<br /><br />I am simply-<br />Human<br />And<br />Proud to be a<br />MALAYSIAN!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Written by ,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Viloshena Ravandran</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-1662393858967596692010-06-15T22:08:00.000-07:002010-06-15T22:09:54.621-07:00One Malaysia ( in the spirit of a true Malaysian)<span style="color:#993399;">When we eat chicken<br />They eat porridge<br />When we go by car<br />They walk<br />When we use Nike<br />They use no shoes<br />When we read Enid Blyton<br />They read no books<br />When we learn ABC<br />They learn about the wild<br />When we go to Jusco<br />They hardly see a grocery shop<br />When we read the newspapers<br />They hardly see any papers<br />When we talk about other countries<br />They hardly know about their own state<br />When we go for a holiday<br />They hardly know what’s a holiday<br />When we go overseas<br />They hardly even go the nearest town<br />When we go on a plane<br />They hardly go on a car<br />We live in luxury<br />They live in ignorance<br />We live in corruption<br />They live in innocence<br />Thus,<br />How do we expect them to answer our exam papers<br />When they hardly do half the things that we do.<br /><br />Do we worry about this segregation?<br />Between the rich and the poor<br />The rural and the urban<br />The have and the have not’s<br />All we worry about is one thing<br />Our skin colour<br />What a shame! </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">By Viloshena Ravandran</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-51526555220660394312010-05-15T10:12:00.000-07:002010-05-15T10:19:13.741-07:00Teachers...<span style="color:#cc33cc;">At the dawn of each great world leader<br />There is a teacher<br />And<br />At the dawn of each terrorist<br />There is also a teacher<br />We should cherish our success<br />And learn from our failure.<br />Remember we are producing the tomorrow<br />The tomorrow is in our hands…<br />We may wither and die..<br />But what we teach will leave on.<br />Happy teachers day …<br /><br />written by<br />Me..<br />Viloshena Ravandran</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-53595307428519460702010-05-08T10:17:00.000-07:002010-05-08T10:19:07.956-07:00A tribute to all Mother's<span style="color:#993399;">A person makes the world seem like heaven<br />A person who lets us dream of the impossible although we cant achieve it<br />A person who tells us that we look like Ms. World although we know for a fact we don’t<br />A person who solves our problems<br />A person who helps us although its beyond her<br />A person whose smile will bring our world down<br />And<br />A person who shatters our world once she ‘s gone<br />She is none other than our…<br />MOTHER-<br />Without her our world will be like<br />Tea without the tea bag<br />Coffee without the coffee bean<br />Chocolates without cocoa<br />Sweets without sugar<br />A meal without food<br />In short<br />It will be like<br />Earth without water…</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">By Viloshena Ravandran</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-26837536417954679032009-12-11T23:00:00.001-08:002009-12-11T23:01:10.518-08:00the missing piece in me????You know the feeling that you get when you don’t really know what you actually want in life? And when that frustrates you..you start showing your temper to all the people around you..and at that particular time all that you want to do is just get away and go somewhere far,far,far, away and be alone..because by being alone you will feel peaceful and then when you come back you can start from the beginning all over again..start fresh.. well that is exactly what I am going through and feeling now…I am lost I don’t know what I really want..and when this happens I start shouting and yelling at people around me for no apparent reason and I hate myself for it..i am just so depressed…. And the best part is I don’t know why....<br /><br />Have you ever felt that you never have anything in life to look forward to..nothing at all..have you ever felt that the sole and single thing that you wanted in live was company..a company from a person who understood you more than anyone else..a company of a person who will always be there for you through thick and thin; through laughter and sorrow, a company of a person who is a listener and guide both at the same time, a company of a person who accepts you for who you are and not who you are supposed to be, a company of a person who loves you no matter how you look, a company of your mum..a person I miss so dearly..who look for up and down,… and yet I just can’t find her..she is gone and will I ever be able to find a replacement..i wonder…. As I did and I feel that I am losing them…<br /><br />I miss my friends all of them the people who gave me shelter and comfort whenever I was down..the people who always made me laugh and forget the loss of my mum..i never felt the emptiness in me when I was in college as seeing all my friends ever day and making them laugh over some silly thing I did made me happy in some way…even during holidays I never felt the loss as I knew when the holidays was over I will see my friends all over again..people who were almost like me the carzy lot or what the Malaysians call “ sama kepala”. I felt so complete when I was with all my friends. Never felt the emptiness that was within. Never felt like I was trying to be some else that I was not. I flet like myself. But now I don’t know who I am. I am so lost. Many a times I sit down and wonder who I really am. Who is the real me. Is the real me the old me who was prepared to confront the world and conquer the world no matter how tough it was or is the real me the new me who will admit defeat even before confrontation who has been forced to think that women are still not prepared to lead.and they should always be followers..who thinks that they can solely live by just being in the shell that they are in. I don’t know who is the real me… and what is that I really want.<br /><br />But one thing for sure I like the old me..the me that was jovial..the me that taught I can conquer the world even though it was damn difficult ..the me that made my friends laugh…. The me..the real me… I want to be that again..i want back the spirit that I wants had in me and is dying..i want it back the fighting sprit…I want it back. I guess we all do .i wonder if my dear old friends who I miss so dearly help me get it back.. will you all help me get my spirit back..will you all help me get the old me back..and breath a new life into me that wants belonged to me and I am losing..will you all..Teslians…<br /><br />Anyway I just wonder am I the only one who feels this way or what????? How about you all fellow educators??Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-56752557786033318102009-06-16T09:03:00.001-07:002009-06-16T09:03:55.175-07:00something i never imagined<span style="color:#993399;">I never taught this will happen…never dreamt of it too… but I like the fact that it did…it gives me a reason to live…<br /><br />I really never taught that the ALMIGHTY will give me another chance to sit beside all my fellow coursemates again in less then a year for this course. When I met all of them for the first time it was a bit awkward but now I feel like its all back to normal. and like wat the Ustad told today in the very beginning of his lecture no working colleagues can be like ur college frens is a very true fact don’t you think…<br /><br />I or shall I say we have been for almost ten months now but tell me from the bottom of your hearts and no lies please..can anyone of your working colleagues replace anyone of your collegemates…I don’t know about you all..but for me..I have no doubt in adminting that my working colleagues are great all the teachers are ..but NO ONE can be like you all…everyone of you have touched my life in different ways..taught me different things and the best part is I can connect with everyone of you and we all almost agree on a number of things and have the same point of view on a number of things too…but why cant this be the same in school….its difficult rite when tak ada org yg sekepala kan…<br /><br />Its so nice to see all of us online now and all busy bt assign..like d olden days rite..miss all of it..<br /><br />Thanks to the maktab a million times for giving us this opportunity not only to meet each other but also revisit our teacher trainee days… and be lectured instead of giving the lecture…<br /><br />I am going to miss you all..hopefully there will be many more occasions to come in which we can meet like this and rejuvenate our friendships…. We must make it happen don’t u all think so..remember always where there is a will there is a way….<br /><br />Miss and luv all u ppl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />p/s : I an not writing this because of anything but this is wat I feel la..anyone who is with me on this….</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-61817583522751941222009-05-09T10:32:00.000-07:002009-05-09T10:39:01.705-07:00In the train...<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Going in the train<br />I see<br />A station in which a mum is holding tight to her kid<br />In the next station I see<br />Another kid walking beside his father<br />And<br />In the next I see<br />A kid walking a distance away from her mum<br />In the next I see<br />A guy walking hand in hand with a girl<br />I wonder<br />When will I be there<br />But<br />The sight of the next station<br />Makes me thank GOD<br />For where I am now<br />I see an old woman walking alone<br />And an old man<br />Sleeping on the floor<br />I don’t want to be in this station<br />I will never let<br />My parents be there </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Nor will I one </span><span style="color:#993399;">anyone to be there too.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">I wish that station was empty!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;">by Viloshena Ravandran</span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-67286172339726174992009-01-02T07:24:00.000-08:002009-01-02T07:30:07.566-08:00JUST LIKE BEFORE( A POEM FOR THE NEW YEAR)People say,<br />A new year,<br />A new beginning,<br />But I wonder-<br />If it is true.<br /><br /><br />As tomorrow,<br />Is new year,<br />And-<br />I’ll get up in the morning,<br />Just like before,<br />Brush my teeth,<br />Just like before,<br />Have my breakfast,<br />Just like before,<br />Go to work,<br />Just like before,<br />Get stuck in the same old traffic jam,<br />Just like before,<br />Meet and talk to my friends,<br />Just like before,<br />Have lunch in the same old “mamak” stall,<br />Just like before,<br />Come back home just like before,<br />Face the same old music at home,<br />Just like before,<br />Cry on the inside and laugh on the outside,<br />Just like before,<br />Watch tv and read the paper with the same old news,<br />Just like before,<br />Have my dinner,<br />Just like before,<br />Go to bed,<br />Just like before,<br />And-<br />Get up in the morning-<br />JUST LIKE BEFORE<br /><br />Now,<br />When everything happens-<br />Just like before,<br />How can people say,<br />A New Year ,<br />Is-<br />A new beginning,<br />That again,<br />Is said -<br />JUST LIKE BEFORE!<br /><br />( P/S THINK ABOUT IT AND SEE IF I AM LYING OR TELLING THE TRUTH..HOW MANY TIMES IN OUR LIVES THAT THE NEW YEAR HAS ACTUALLY MADE A DIFFERENCE)Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-67422693644486568802008-12-16T04:07:00.000-08:002008-12-16T04:11:28.789-08:00TIME!!( another crazy and confusing poem that i wrote in school today)Today you are here,<br />Tomorrow you may not,<br />Today the birds are here,<br />Tomorrow they may not,<br />Today your friends are here,<br />Tomorrow they may not,<br />Today your family is here,<br />Tomorrow they may not,<br />Today the trees are here,<br />Tomorrow they may not,<br />Today the chance is here,<br />Tomorrow it may not,<br />Today everyone and everything is here,<br />Tomorrow it may not,<br />One thing decides its all,<br />TIME!!<br /><br />by VILOSHENA RAVANDRANViloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-67208358573153821972008-12-10T08:46:00.000-08:002008-12-10T08:55:26.456-08:00TREASURE...(another poem by me...)They treasure-<br />All the old buildings that were built,<br />They treasure -<br />All the old cars that ran on these roads,<br />They treasure-<br />All the clothes that was once in fashion,<br />They treasure -<br />All the people that fought for freedom,<br />They also treasure -<br />All their forefathers who lived in this world,<br />They even treasure,<br />All the food that they have eaten,<br />They treasure everything that existed and are gone,<br />They call these treasures that are gone,<br />A memory<br />But -<br />Why don’t they treasure,<br />Me.<br /><br />The Me-<br />Who saw all their treasures live,<br />The Me-<br />Who saw all their treasures fade away,<br />Why don’t they treasure ME?<br />Me-<br />The simple old tree,<br />Must I too be a memory..<br /><br />by Viloshena RavandranViloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-28554256449606855212008-12-03T20:53:00.000-08:002008-12-03T21:08:39.023-08:00Am I home?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65qD5aNiFw-SUSFTZMt8SBj1IJLKYkfWyEPyVaT-JeVOrZE5BngYV9fN6xdxTaa2wAQzRXZO5Ya8l7gr6pbHITFL8TqlZ5Szv61_2HoQBLoYXE_pyCvwBiWR1p_-vkdDbqlIWzOnalW4/s1600-h/Scan10007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275797380165984514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65qD5aNiFw-SUSFTZMt8SBj1IJLKYkfWyEPyVaT-JeVOrZE5BngYV9fN6xdxTaa2wAQzRXZO5Ya8l7gr6pbHITFL8TqlZ5Szv61_2HoQBLoYXE_pyCvwBiWR1p_-vkdDbqlIWzOnalW4/s320/Scan10007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What’s the true meaning of a home actually, I wonder? Isn’t a home suppose to be a place everyone of us would be looking forward to coming back too, place where we would all love and always want to be. But why for me it isn’t. too me the more away I am from home the more better I feel. the more I stay away from home the more I will love and care for the people who live in my home. I just don’t like coming. Why must I come back when no one here talks to me. No one does understand me. To them everything that I do and say is wrong.<br /><br />I basically miss my mum so much. its only now that I feel the emptiness without her. although iyt has been six over years now I only realize and feel it now as before this I always had my college friends there for me whenever I was down. They were always there for me. I lived with them and till today I know no matter how far they are from me they understand me best(after my mum). They know all my secrets and they know the real me. They know many things about me that my own family doesn’t. No one knows me better than them. No one. (no offense to my other friends but I lived with these people under one roof and we know what each other think and feel about something. We know each others positive and negative points. )<br /><br />But now that we all away I can’t be bugging them always. We all have our own lives to lead. I just feel so lonely. I miss them so much. So far it has only been four months since I didn’t meet them and yet I feel that it has been years. I miss all the times I spent together with them. Especially Jia Wen, Linesh and Melwin. These three people are the people who I miss the most. I miss all the times that we spent in Bayu Tasik and I also miss the times that we didn’t.<br /><br />I still remember how we washed the house on the first day that we were there.<br />I still remember how Linesh left me all alone and ran to call Jia Wen when she heard someone calling for her by the window and I followed her carrying the dishwashing sponge in my hand and the person who was calling us was none other than iRwan.<br />I also remember how we all used to look like when we had an assignment due the next day and how Jia Wen used to insist on drawing an owl that looked like a penguin or was it the other way around,<br />I also remember the time when we felt a tremor and I taught I my BP was low ..and when we finally realized what was wrong and tried waking Linesh up she taught we were lying as we wanted her to watch Dr. Vasu who was on tv and to make things worst we did not even bother about our neighbours,.<br />I still remember how we shared a bottle of vodka and ended up getting drunk the next day…how pathetic we were,<br />I also remember the time when we used to scare all our neigbours away when ever we opened our house door,<br />I also remember how Melwin use to pump ( no dirty and negative taught please) her air bag and we used to laugh at her,<br />I also remember all the times that we used to talk in our rooms moving from one room to another<br />I remember the times when some of our friends suspected that Jia Wen, Linesh and I were lesbians…how narrow minded some people were….why can’t girls don’t have boy friends and just be close with each other<br />I also remember the fainting spells that Linesh used to have,<br />I still remember Mel’s glow in the dark t-shirt,<br />Also the times when we didn’t sleep the whole day as were doing our assignments and the next day when we go to class. I will be as blur as ever, Jia Wen will be hyper active after her coffee, Linesh will be sleepy and Melwin will be slightly better than me. Not as blur as me I mean,<br />I also remember all the times that we used to have our quarrels too but I guess that were the things that made us closer and understand each other better,<br />I also remember how the lecturers used to avoid calling us at a certain time as they knew we would all be sleeping- that famous we were,<br />Also not to forget all the crazy times we spent outside Bayu Tasik,<br />Like the time Linesh ran and bang into the door so hard…even today when I think about it I laugh out aloud…and for laughing at her I too did the same mistake once( its Karma I guess like what Jia Wen says) ,<br />Also all the times i used to fall..like in KLCC,<br />I miss all those times,<br />I will do anything to have all those times back especially the times that we used to spend chatting with each other,<br />I miss them all.<br /><br />Basically I am missing my mum and all my friends so much. I love the home in Bayu Tasik that I lived in. The home in which everyone understood me and excepted me for who i am and not who I was supposed to be. The home that was filed with both laughter as well sadness at times. A home in which i could share my feelings with anyone. A home in which I had people to talk too. A home in which i could say anything and laugh anyway i wanted too without being commented.A home that i looked foward to go back too. A home in which i was me. That was home…now am I home I wonder?</div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-58173404450711466902008-12-02T22:53:00.000-08:002008-12-02T23:00:10.286-08:00ALL THAT I EVER WANTED!!!<div align="center">( another crazy poem that i wrote myself as i am bored)<br /><br /><br />All the love that I had ever craved for,<br />All my friends that I miss dearly,<br />All the appreciation that I hope to get,<br />And not to forget,<br />All the attention that I have ever wanted,<br />I got all of these at one go,<br />I got all of these and many more,<br />In this land of paradise,<br />That I’m in now,<br />Doing the one thing that I do best,<br />Teaching!</div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-22048300870450747592008-11-30T08:38:00.001-08:002008-11-30T08:40:18.550-08:00Confused and meWhy is it when I can accept people for who and what they are ..people cant do the same for me. Why is the way I do this is wrong? The way I walk is wrong, the way I dress is wrong.. the way I talk is wrong..why is it I must do everything to please others and at the end of the day what ever I wear, talk and do is not me. Why is it so when it comes to my family….or shall I say my relatives..why can they just except me for who I am.<br /><br />I just feel so complete and feel the real me when I am with my friends…..let it be my school, college or working colleagues for the matter they will all say what a clown I am..how much I make them laugh..i love that me…<br /><br />I hate the person I am when I am at home..i am a grumpy person at home..i don’t want to smile…don’t feel like smilling what more laugh……I just dislike the notion of being home…I just miss my mum so much…although it has been six soon to be seven years now ..i still miss her very dearly…..there isn’t a day that passes by without me thinking what would my life be like if she was around…I know I have to move on and I have…but its just that I don’t have anyone to talk to when I am down..i was never close with my dad. though things have improved now after my mum’s death yet I try my best to avoid talking much with my dad as I and he never see eye to eye and its best for me to stay away from him in order to avoid any form of quarrelling and heart breaks<br /><br />I know my friends are always there for me. but how much only can I bug them when it turns out to be a daily affair…last time it only used to be during the semester break as during college my friends would keep me happy or in keeping them happy and making them laugh with all my silly doings and jokes I too will be happy..but now days its become a daily affair..perhaps its just a phase in my life that I am facing like what Mr.Erikson says perhaps I am facing the intimacy versus isolation stage of my life and I am so in the second category( well not like it matters anyway…and that not the point here)..the point here is why am I like this la….to those of you who know me well..do u think I am aiming for and trying hard to book a place in TR(Tanjung Rambutan not Harapan ah…)or will u all to be feeling the same thing if u were to live where I am living…I don’t know la..m I over doing things…<br /><br /><br />Aiyoo sorry for confusing u all la…imagine how confused and disturbed I am inside la…miss u all la…..Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-3880685909141235662008-11-07T18:58:00.000-08:002008-11-07T18:59:46.571-08:00Dreams......<span style="color:#cc33cc;"> I am no Helen to launch a thousand ships,<br /> Nor am I Newton to find gravity,<br /> I am no Shakespeare to write Romeo and Juliet,<br /> Nor am I Mahatma to fight for freedom,<br /> I am just a simple girl,<br /> With simple dreams,<br /> Yet -<br /> Hoping to make it big!</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-89760491206316668682008-09-18T07:40:00.000-07:002008-09-18T07:50:00.343-07:00A Thanks on my birthdayToday as most of u all know i offically turned 24. WOW thats getting old rite...but when i turn back n see i realised how much have i missed and am missing in life. Now that i am working my student life is over. A students life in U or in coll is considered to be one of the best momments in life foe many people. Even for me thank to my wonderful frens that i have..who i miss very dearly now that i have not seen them in a month..<br /><br />life as a teacher is okay..people say and think its a half day's job thus its an easy job...well for those of you who say that all that i can say is...Each horse thiniks that the bag that its carrying is heavier than the other horses...think about it and interpret it urselves la...<br /><br />i really miss all my frens...life without them its not the same...if i have a prob i dun have anyone to talk too or to share it wit...although i live in a house that is filled with people most of the time yet i feel lonely...so lonely like i am in this world all alone( which i think i so very true)..<br /><br />i miss u all guys and gals..miss every momment that we had spent together..wish to see u all again n talk to u all...n thanks to u all for making my life and telling me there is a reason to be alive...but now i dun see why i shud...<br /><br />miss u all, looking foward to see u all in the near future....Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-13786613009850937472008-08-23T00:50:00.001-07:002008-08-23T00:53:20.418-07:00A new teachers dilemma<span style="color:#cc33cc;">GOD I cant believe its been two weeks since I started my working life and I am one of the very lucky people who have the opportunity to go back to school even after I graduated from the University.<br /><br />When I started of as a teacher trainee I had all these dreams that I wanted to make a difference in the country and produce 100% good students…its only now that I realize how tough can that be….especially when the children and kids come from place and families that are not so privileged as we are…Yes after teaching I realize how privileged I am compared to the kids that I teach…<br /><br />Now all the thing that runs in my head is how to help this kids learn, at least how to communicate and have the interest to study and come up in life…how am I suppose to make them aware of the importance on the education …as to most of the kids education is the only way that can help them come up in their life’s…<br /><br />Now I realize a teachers job is more than just teaching its about loving and helping…its extremely sad and devastating to us teachers when we teach a certain topic for one whole week and when w ask the pupils about it they are all blank. they look at us as if we are aliens…can you imagine how our BP will go buzzing when we find out the kids don’t even know half of what we have been teaching them for the past week……leaving that a side what about all the kids that misbehave at school…what do we say for them…yes teachers are supposed to be patient. no doubt about that but how patient can we be…we are humans to wee too make mistakes and loose our heads…we are not GOD to be always patient and when a teacher happens to punish a kid for misbehaving what do the parents do…they blame and say many interesting things to the teachers….well my question to this parents are “ don’t you punish or hit your kids ;you do rite and you say its for their own good…then why do you scold the teachers who do that. Don’t you think the teacher who we consider as a parent at school has a reason at the back of his/her action. Don’t you think the teacher is punishing the kids as she cares and ones the kids to improve? No teacher is mad to simply punish the kid…remember that the teacher also cares… and parents ..i am sure most of you have been punished by your teachers at one point of time in your life and don’t you think that made you a better person…that teacher taught you something and made you, you…then why pamper your children. And make the teachers afraid of the kids instead of the kids afraid of the teacher…</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Well this are just a hand few of the problems that i am about to face...well adulthood is beggning...welcome to my life...</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-43238122067140885272008-07-29T09:46:00.000-07:002008-07-29T09:48:05.600-07:00SUPERHERO!!!!!<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Who is a hero actually?<br />Is it Superman who flies and rescues people,<br />Or<br />Is it the stranger who smiles at you on the road,<br />Who is a hero actually?<br />Is it batman who users his powerful car to save Gotham city,<br />Or<br />Is it the person who makes you laugh when you are down.<br />Who is a hero actually?<br />Is it Spiderman who users his spider powers to climb walls,<br />Or<br />Is it the person who just simply listens to all your problems.<br />Who is a hero actually?<br />Is it Iron Man who users his suit and gadgets to save people,<br />Or<br />Is it the person who helps a blind man cross the road.<br />Who is a hero actually?<br />Is it the Hulk, who is so huge, green and strong,<br />Or is it just<br />The simple person beside you who hugs you when you need a hug.<br />Who is a hero actually?<br /><br />Well-<br />Superman, batman, spiderman, iron man and the hulk<br />Are all heroes,<br />But you-<br />You who smile,<br />You who make people laugh,<br />You who care for others,<br />You who are they to listen,<br />You who are there to hug,<br />You my friend are<br />A SUPERHERO!!!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="color:#993399;"> by Viloshena Ravandran</span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-18546771988276648022008-07-17T08:19:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:11:12.133-07:00Without that special someone...<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Well nearly a week ago, I read this article about a girl who was graduating but was not happy about it as her mum was not around to witness her graduating.<br /><br />I too often used to and still do think to myself “Yes, what’s the use of me graduating with flying colours when the person who matters and would appreciate it most is no longer here”.<br /><br />Well there is no denial that I miss my mum so much and no matter what I do I will never be able to see her again. I just wonder how my life will be if she were to be alive.Will I be in the same profession, will I be a more independent and confident person, will my lifestyle be different, will I be more peaceful, will I be more happy, would I have found someone, will I be able to be and more of will I be’s but one thing for sure I will be much better off.<br /><br />No matter what its nothing and no one can be like your mum. I just miss her so much. When I used to be in the university and college I used to miss the fact that when ever I used to come back, there was no one who would greet me at the door and ask me how my day or week was, even until now no one does. I miss her so much. Even the way she speaks and smiles. She just understood every bit of me without me having to say a word. And now that she is not here I look at other people with their mums and think and dream of how my life would have been if she was alive. How exciting it would have been as I have now reached the stage in which parents would be a child’s best friend and I have lost mine long before. There are many things that I would want to tell her, there are many things that I am suffering from and can’t tell anyone ( besides my friends who I am going to loose soon). No one understands me at home. I am like an outcast……<br /><br />There are so many things I would just want to tell her…many things that she suffered from once and I am suffering from now. The same things. Although my mum did tell me to talk to my dad about my problems….but how am I to do so when my dad has already got his fair share of family problems and health problems too…I don’t want to burden him even further…for now I will find solace in my friends…but in a few months time when they are all distances apart…I will be so lonely and just like my friends who will be waiting for the day to go back home and see their mum …so will I be waiting for my mum to take me home….<br /><br />p/s: as usual and like I always say to all my friends out there….pls appreciate everyone while they are around in this world- cause once you loose them you will never be able to wake up from it…especially your parents, cause no one can mean and want more good things for you in this life than them.</span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-46670574891084010352008-07-09T08:37:00.000-07:002008-07-09T08:56:05.354-07:00A PROMISE!<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Often when I am devastated,<br />Often when I am down,<br />I wonder-<br />Why did I come back,<br />And -<br />Why do I keep coming back,<br />Then I remember,<br />I keep coming back,<br />Because of a promise.<br /><br />A promise that I never made-<br />To my mum,<br />A promise that I<br />Will be there for<br />My dad,<br />My sister,<br />My brother-<br />And<br />My family.<br /><br />A promise that I-<br />Will always be there for them,<br />Although-<br />They aren’t for me.<br /><br />A promise that I will keep,<br />But-<br />I never made.<br /><br />A promise,<br />That I will make,<br />When I meet my mum,<br />A promise ,<br />To be made,<br />In the presence of-<br />The ALMIGTHY himself!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> By Viloshena Ravandran</span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-67561452891306509012008-06-30T09:48:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:52:51.047-07:00UNDER MY WINGS ( Version 1)<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">You may be a doctor,<br />But once-<br />You were under my wings,<br />You maybe a garbage collector,<br />But once-<br />You too were under my wings,<br />You may be a lawyer,<br />But once -<br />You too were under my wings,<br />You may be a criminal,<br />But once -<br />You too were under my wings,<br />You may be an international star,<br />But once-<br />You too were under my wings,<br />You may be a drug addict,<br />But once-<br />You too were under my wings,<br />You may even be the Prime Minister,<br />But once-<br />You too were under my wings.<br /><br />You may be whatever you want to be<br />But<br />I will just be me<br />I will always be me<br />I will always be the same<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">TEACHER<br /></span>That you know.</span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;">By Viloshena Ravandran<br /></div></span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-32647916154237649692008-06-27T21:24:00.000-07:002008-06-27T21:26:26.737-07:00Our Journey!<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Six years gone,<br />Six years gained,<br />Nothing gone,<br />Many things gained.<br /><br />But of all the things,<br />That we have gained,<br />This relationship is the one,<br />That we would love to maintain.<br /><br />The time has come,<br />For us to part,<br />Say our goodbye’s and depart.<br /><br />Let’s rejoice,<br />Let’s anticipate,<br />The end of one journey,<br />And<br />The beginning of another!</span></div><br /><div align="right">By Viloshena Ravandran</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">P/S: I wrotre this poem for our dinner, but just modified it a bit now.........to suit our current situation....MISS ALL OF U SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! </div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-6579299476442764022008-06-25T09:12:00.000-07:002008-06-25T09:16:46.113-07:00I Wonder<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I wonder -<br />Why we cry when we are sad and happy,<br />Why we feel sorry and we were worry,<br />Why we scream when we are scared and also when we are angry,<br />Why we laugh when we are down and also when we are happy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br />I wonder-<br />Why we forgive when we are still hurt,<br />Why we try hard to forget when we know we cannot,<br />Why we feel sorry for them who we don’t even know,<br />Why we care when we know there is no use caring at all.</span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><div align="center"><br />I wonder-<br />Why we dream when we know it can’t be achieved,<br />Why we fall in love when we know we will be hurt,<br />Why we trust when we know it will be broken,<br />Why we appreciate when we know we will forget,<br />Why we hope when we know there is no hope at all.</div><div align="center"><br />I wonder<br />Why we fight when we know life is short,<br />Why we act smart when we know we aren’t,<br />Why we destroy when we know its our world to share,<br />And<br />Why we cry when we know death is certain.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">All these wonders,<br />Make us different,<br />These are the wonders,<br />That makes us who we are,<br />The wonder of simply being-<br />HUMAN.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">By Viloshena Ravandran</span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-84064609719010939282008-06-23T09:16:00.000-07:002008-06-23T09:18:01.630-07:00MY LIFE<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"><br />I would give my life,<br />If HE said I can see you again,<br />I would give my life,<br />If HE said I can hug you at least once,<br />I would give my life,<br />If HE said I could hear your voice,<br />I would give my life,<br />If He said I could kiss you at least once,<br />And most of all,<br />I would give my life,<br />If HE asked for mine,<br />In return for yours,<br />I would -<br />As life without you<br />Is no life at all<br />Yes <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Amma</strong></span> -<br />Life without you<br />Is not a life at all!!!!!!!!</span></div>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434077698462106817.post-14122045870077920652008-06-16T10:44:00.000-07:002008-06-16T10:45:18.944-07:00THINK ABOUT THIS??????????<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Do you think this is a fair world? Do you think justice still prevails in this world……… well if you ask me I don’t think so…..<br /><br />Have any one of you ever sat down and wondered on how a rape or molested victim feels? Will she be able to sleep at night? How will she continue and face the society in her daily life? Don’t you think she will be mentally disturbed? What more if she was raped or molested by her own father, brother, uncle or even her grandfather. The very people who are supposed to protect her…….Who will she tell this to…. To whom?<br /><br />And even if she does…what will the authorities and law enforcers do jus prison them in for a few years and then free them………..but will the girl be fine……will she get back the mental peace that she lost…….and what will this man who are released from prison do…….rape or molest another women?<br /><br />I personally feel this people who rape or molest another person should be stoned to death in public………so that the public can see and learn from it…so that they won’t repeat the mistake<br /><br />Well you might say I am being cruel but imagine what a life the victim will be going through………its like a dead person walking a life…it’s a nightmare for the rest of her life……..So don’t you think its only right to let the criminal suffer at least a bit for his sins before he dies………. So that others won’t repeat the same mistake and another girl suffers…………..Don’t you all think so?<br /> </span>Viloshenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05826826224144162112noreply@blogger.com1