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a new year
a new year
a happy orange new year

a black year, a white year
a shiny silver-tear year

a rust year, a must year
an earthy browny mud year

a pink year, a gold year
a fun and bright and bold year

a purple year, a hazy year
a deep and hard and crazy year

a yellow year, a sunny year
a life can be so funny year

a try year, a why year
a lotus bloom inside year

a laugh year, a love year
a be more good than last year

a new year
a new year
a happy orange new year….

may you choose the colors of 2010

Shaheen Mistry

CEO, Teach For India

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Winds of Change

A poem written towards the end of  training institute  aptly describes this journey for me.

Teaching is not about education,

It’s about life.

It involves deep observation,

A little struggle and strife.

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow,

Yet we forget that he is already someone today.

His life may be filled with hardship and sorrow,

However, of hope there is always a ray.

You don’t have to weather the storm,

Don’t treat it like an ache or pain.

We don’t follow the conventional norm,

Instead, we just dance in the rain.

I had students who were brilliant,

Others trying hard to get there.

They taught me how to be resilient,

How to always love and care.

In these four weeks I’ve learnt immensely,

The children have taught me lessons galore.

We’ve been trained and nurtured intensely,

To TFI I’ll be indebted forever more.

Sanaya

Fellow, Teach For India

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Will I ever….

Will I ever….

Will I ever change the world?
Will I ever change the nation?
Will I ever change the start?
Will I ever change the destination?

Will I ever change thinking?
Will I ever change feeling?
Will I ever change hurt?
Or, will I ever change healing?

Will I ever change the truth?
Will I ever change a lie?
Will I ever change the earth?
Or, will I ever change the sky?

Will I ever change the answer?
Will I ever change the call?
Will I ever change one?
Will I ever change all?

Will I ever change happiness?
Will I ever change sorrow?
Will I ever change today?
Will I ever change tomorrow?

Will I ever change the young?
Will I ever change the old?
Will I ever change the heat?
Or, will I ever change the cold?
I do not know if I will change,
The lowest low or the highest high,
But, I do know that one day
I will change I.

 

Gaurav Singh
Teach For India Fellow ‘ 09

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So Get said to Give

In order to live

Just take what you can

Be rich, dearest man.

Learn to grab and to claw

Always want more, more, more

And don’t stop to think

What your wanting is for.

Be rich man

Be cool

Send your kid to a school

Where he’ll grow up to be

A rich Get just like me

Then Give interrupted

Get stop! Get please stop!

All this talk of just making

It up to the top

Makes me giddy and dizzy

And fizzy and sick

You’re up to no good Get

I know all your tricks

You’re making these people

Think love can be bought

That happiness tickets

With money are brought

I know your type Get

I used to be you

Till I stumbled on giving

And what it can do

And that is the thing

I must share here with you

I used to feel good, Get

Just giving away

Some old clothes, the torn ones

The jeans that were frayed

Then one day, a child said

He dreamed he could play

With a new toy, a new toy

Not my give-away

So I went out and bought, Get

A shirt that was cool

Thinking about

What he’d wear after school

And a toy car, I bought him

Of shiny, bright blue

I thought of what six year old

Boys like to do

And the smile that he gave, Get

That smile it was real

So real that my heart

Didn’t know how to feel

And the next day, while walking

I saw a small child

She asked for some money

Her hair was quite wild

And when I said no

She pointed afar

To a coconut vendor

Behind all the cars

I followed her, zig-zag

‘Cross Mumbai’s loud street

We sat down with coconuts

On dusty, tar seats

Just me and the ‘lil girl

Sip-sipping away

A sliver of joy

Had slipped in my day

And as we were chatting

About things that she chose

A man not too far

Watched, then quietly rose

And then, came towards us

And – almost ashamed

Gave a bright, shiny apple

Then left as he came

And you see, Get

You see, Get

When you start to give

You pave roads for the Others

To change how they live

When you first start to look, Get

It maybe a haze

But many are giving

You will be amazed

The tree, how it gives

Of its fruit and its shade

The carpenter gives

Of the wood that he’s made

The teacher, she gives

Every student her right

The puppy he fills

Every heart with delight

The farmer he gives

Of his hard-earned new crop

The sun gives us light

Til the moon says to stop

The temple and mosque

Really say we are one

The swing takes us high

Up-and- down kind of fun

And music, she gives us

A world that is free

And dreams, how they teach us

Just what we can be

So I watched, Get, I watched

And I learned how to give

How to always have hope

How to love and forgive

To compare myself down

To feel thanks, to want less

Get, I learned to share more

Get, I learned to feel blessed

Shaheen Mistri

CEO, TFI

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Reflection

“In my student’s eyes, I see visions of my childhood.

The games that were once played,

The friendships that I once made.

 

The epitome of innocence

A perfect raindrop in a storm

They are my rainbow.

 

A blessing in disguise

I watch those gleaming eyes

So meticulous, so intense

Little eyes so full of chance.

Adamant, but ever loved

Precious gifts from up above.

 

Ever learning minds expand

As they grasp onto your hand

Want to see all that life has

Make me want to be a better man than

I ever have.

 

I learn and I grow

As slowly I watch the show

The purpose of my life, I feel has been found

And no more do I have to go round and round.

 

Those little eyes, will be my guiding light

For as long as I am alive, for their cause I will fight!!!”

 

–          Aniket Bhaiya

 Aniket Thukral is a Commerce Graduate from Hansraj College, New Delhi. He was working with Ernst & Young before applying for Teach For India Fellowship and getting selected.

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I have Grown…!!!

“From mute screams,

From strangled dreams,

From stabs unknown,

I hope I have grown.

From castles in the sky,

From aspirations gone by,

From moments wasted and tears collected,

I think I have grown.

From half- held hands,

From buried in the sand,

I believe I have grown.

From potential hung,

From songs not sung,

From talents loaned to skills finally honed,

I see I have grown.

From blank faces to lit up eyes,

From sky wishes to jumping high-fives,

From silent class to chaotic bunch,

From quiet morn to rowdy lunch,

From rowdy lunch to pleasant bunch,

From a noisy market to an engaging show,

I have indeed seen them grow.

And from a vagabond lost in the night,

From a bird frozen in mid-flight,

From a horizon floating out of sight,

From a torch searching for some light,

I thank you,

For I know I have finally grown.”

–          Gaurav S. Bhaiaya

Gaurav Singh a resident of Hyderabad is an Engineer by training. He is a B Tech from Jaypee University of Information Technology.

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Teaching… ???

“Teaching is not about education,

It’s about life.

It involves deep observation

A little struggle and strife.

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow

Yet we forget that he is already someone today

His life may be filled with hardship and sorrows

However, of hope there is always a ray.

You don’t have to weather the storm

Don’t treat it like an ache or pain

We don’t follow the conventional norm

Instead, we just dance in the rain.

We had students who were brilliant

Others trying to get there

They taught me how to be resilient

How to always love and care.

In these four weeks I’ve learnt immensely

the children taught me lessons galore

We’ve been trained and nurtured intensely

To TFI I’ll be indebted forever more.”

–          Sanaya Didi

Sanaya Bharucha applied for the Teach For India Fellowship while in the final year of college. A resident of Pune she has completed her Bachelor in Commerce.

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