The Golden Age of Ignorance
The black raindrops fell outside the classroom window while the oh-so-diligent pupils waited like bloodthirsty lambs with the bright gleam of violent impatience in their eyes, seething to breach the confining thresholds of the instructor's flimsy grip on this moment of their existence.
Learn? Why would i want to do that? We're here because our parents wont let us sit at home and this guy wont let us leave! Didnt the wise men say 'ignorance is bliss'? see? i proved my point.
The lone pen that daintily scrawls over the pad while making a scraping sound of blazing electricity draws in the silenced mute wrath of every other face in the room like water being shot out from silenced Colt .45 calibers and drawn into a drain.
The sullen silence breaks like a cracked dam with the shrieking ring of the bell. The instructor sits in the ensuing emptiness, with palms over eyes, runs his fingers through his ageing hair... hair which has seen the sun and the rain many a tiring day for many a tiring year. He gets up wearily, staggers home on worn shoe-soles and aching knees. Home is just a word to him. It means nothing when all that is there is an eternal continuation of the emptiness that embraces his life so lovingly and completely, from classroom to home and back, through every meal and every smile. He will return to teach tomorrow again, returning to those averted eyes, those supressed curses, to those dull listless beings that flock in and out of his room. Were they humans? He cant remember.
He only comes to teach the boy with the strong eyes - he doesnt remember his name - but the feeling of duty, duty to teach and nurture the last glimmer of hope in the fading universe, a universe as dull as the eyes of those other creatures, that duty needs no name to be attached to it.
The competence behind those eyebrows, the determination behind the strong nose and thin lips, the defiant ferocity in those eyes... yes... that is enough to make him live another day in a life almost without value.
(Those Who Teach Me Have My Everlasting Respect - Arabic Proverb)
"I herald the Age of Competence. It will come no matter what the cost."
~ prophecies of the Hellspawn
Learn? Why would i want to do that? We're here because our parents wont let us sit at home and this guy wont let us leave! Didnt the wise men say 'ignorance is bliss'? see? i proved my point.
The lone pen that daintily scrawls over the pad while making a scraping sound of blazing electricity draws in the silenced mute wrath of every other face in the room like water being shot out from silenced Colt .45 calibers and drawn into a drain.
The sullen silence breaks like a cracked dam with the shrieking ring of the bell. The instructor sits in the ensuing emptiness, with palms over eyes, runs his fingers through his ageing hair... hair which has seen the sun and the rain many a tiring day for many a tiring year. He gets up wearily, staggers home on worn shoe-soles and aching knees. Home is just a word to him. It means nothing when all that is there is an eternal continuation of the emptiness that embraces his life so lovingly and completely, from classroom to home and back, through every meal and every smile. He will return to teach tomorrow again, returning to those averted eyes, those supressed curses, to those dull listless beings that flock in and out of his room. Were they humans? He cant remember.
He only comes to teach the boy with the strong eyes - he doesnt remember his name - but the feeling of duty, duty to teach and nurture the last glimmer of hope in the fading universe, a universe as dull as the eyes of those other creatures, that duty needs no name to be attached to it.
The competence behind those eyebrows, the determination behind the strong nose and thin lips, the defiant ferocity in those eyes... yes... that is enough to make him live another day in a life almost without value.
(Those Who Teach Me Have My Everlasting Respect - Arabic Proverb)
"I herald the Age of Competence. It will come no matter what the cost."
~ prophecies of the Hellspawn
posted by Hellspawn~ The Ωmen at 2:05 AM
10 Comments:
That was some arabic calligraphy done by me a little while back. (i photoshopped it a bit)
i liked the proverb so much i decided i HAD to put it up on my blog to honor everyone who has ever taught me anything :)
~Om3n
**PS. if there anyone actually wants to see the original pic of the calligraphy, just tell me here... ill post that up too.
***if there is any one who actually....
damn typos
I disagree with ur post.
And i hv an entire FYBMM class, hangin on 2 every word sed by Meghana Thakur, in Cafe Mocha, to back me up.
Cynicism is often a camouflage for hope...
im talking in general, Medusa....
i havent found more than a handful of people who would DARE to call something like geography, history or math their favourite subjects.... most find studies as uncool or boring and others are too scared of ridicule to say 'hell, i enjoyed that class'.
people EXCPECT you to have an answer to "what class did u hate MOST in high school".
one or two subjects might be interesting... teacher and students might have a good rapport but very rarely do people acknowledge anything taught to them as being useful.
"what the hell am i gonna do with history in MY life? i wana be an ... xyz" ... "its got nothing to do with history!" whine whine...
today thanks to all the history, geo, and whatnot subjects iv learnt i can have endless discussions on ANY topic... with ANYONE... i can actually understand what someone is talking about and agree or disagree with them.
and anyway... if you dont believe me... ask rishi, sam, anyone...
they know it all too well.
~Om3n
yeah, its annoying, Blogger does the same thing to me too.. sometimes i post four comments on the same post before they decide to show up.
and ill put up the original then.
umm, photoshopping only requires patience (and a basic idea of what does what) if youre willing to make an infinite number of small strokes instead of one big one, you da one =)
~Om3n
hey!! History, geography n math r all my favourite subjects!!!
Dont u dare say a wrd against math, Raddy , dont u dare!!
As 4 u om3n, i m sorry tat u ve grown up in environments where pure knowledge has had so lil importance....
Fortunately 4 me, no1 has called me a nerd 4 lovin math as much as i do.
Or 4 opening an atlas at every available moment jus 2 figure out the capitals of every country i kno.
Mebbe tats the difference betn studyin in India, n studyin abroad.(Raddy ur school is an exception)
i agree with you... but i have a feeling it not raddy's school thats an exception but instead.. yours :)
and i applaud you and all your classmates for being intellectually inclined
:)
~Om3n
hehe thanks
Mebbe i ll try 2 teach u sumthin sumday...
hehehehehe
appreciate the comment Ace.. and yeah... ill try to pick up some Dutch seeing its so damn similar to german :D
~Om3n
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