#SoCS Sept. 4, 2021

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pin.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

The safety pin is important when I wear a sari. It helps to keep the ‘pallu’ in place. It is the loose end of the sari which is draped over the left shoulder. I remember those long ago days when I started wearing a sari. I was terrified the pallu would slip and I used many safety pins. It is such a common place thing that we do not even think abut it. While writing this I was wondering who had invented it. Google helped 😊. Walter Hunt , an American mechanic is regarded as its inventor. It was interesting to read about him. I used safety pins when my children were babies. Those were the days of cloth diapers and they were made secure with safety pins. These are the days of disposable diapers!

ATM pins! In the early days of using a debit card, we were worried whether we would be able to remember the PIN. I am taking a little more time to write this post as  I was reading about ATM and it is fascinating. It is now an essential part of life but my husband prefers to go to the bank. He likes to talk to the staff there. Human contact is good.

The word ‘pin’ is used in so many ways. It is interesting that a single word can be used to mean different things. Recently I was reading the memorial souvenir brought out in 1983 by the staff and students of the Municipal High School in Hospet, where my grandfather was the head master for many years. He passed away in January 1980.

One of his students, Raghavendra Rao, a professor in Karnatak University, writes about his school days. Rao joined the school in 1940. Earlier he had been an undistinguished and below average student who had just scraped through from one class to the next.  He believed that all schools and teachers were his enemies. He writes that Headmaster Bhat (my grandfather) was the turning point in his life. Earlier he has detested mathematics and was weak in English. Within a few months of joining the new school he started loving both  subjects. This miracle was due to his Guru (teacher), who respected his students as living beings to be handled with love and understanding. He did not pin them down to say what he thought they should say. He helped them to have faith in themselves. This taught them to have faith in him. Rao believed that his Headmaster would always live in his students. At the end of his contribution to the souvenir he writes a small verse as a tribute to his teacher.

River of our innocent country of boyhood

Mountain in our landscapes of later life

The sky that covers us from moment to moment like an umbrella

The giant dreamer of all our dreams

You have now gone off to sleep and dreams[sic]forever

How can the burning of your body in death’s name

Deprive us of our river, mountain and sky?

We celebrate Teachers Day today and my post is a fitting tribute to all teachers who have made a difference.

Safety pin – Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Safety_pin

 Automated teller machine – Wikipedia

What is Teachers Day And Why Do We Celebrate It? – Ferns N Petals (fnp.com)

By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I used to go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. Covid-19 has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. Hopefully I will be able to go there again. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.

4 comments

  1. This post reminds me of a video that I encountered a long time ago. The video is – The teacher and the class of rowdies. It’s a video that embodies the same spirit of your post. We need teachers of this kind a lot.

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