Felicitation by Vinayaka Sangha Devarahalli for e-India award for our project

WORKSHOP ON TEACHING ENGLISH TO TEACHERS OF STATE GOVT SCHOOLS

INAUGURAL SPEECH

LIGHTING THE LAMP BY ,Hon- BEO,CHANNAGIRI

INTERACTION WITH PARTICIPANTS

LIGHTING THE LAMP BY PRINCIPAL SIR

PUZZLED AFTERNOON

                                                     

The dusty road, filled with perennial path holes, which was in the desperate need of repair at least patch work, scorching rays of the angry sun. One o clock and fifteen minutes in the afternoon struck the watch in my hand “Raiyya, Raiyya”. (Which means ‘all right’ go) said the conductor of the bus that housed almost sixty passengers. The bus was past the small town, about to halt for the commuters of forthcoming hamlet. I had boarded the bus with my better half and young one; on the way to district headquarter to see a pediatrician for my junior’s (my youngest son Nishchal) unending agonies and encounters with cold and cough.

“The milk is boiling on the gas in locked home!”Said my wife. Turning off the regulator is one of the things that haunted me like an undead limb especially, during my journeys with family. My wrath knew no bounds. No sooner the bus stopped, I was the first passenger to get out of it. It was not only the dreaded news but, the beginning of my prolonged plight. No conveyance to ensue the parade to my house (the government quarters) to set right the blunder that my wife had committed and, the presentation I was given with. “Lift, lift” my hand raised to the biker coming from the opposite side. There comes and halts gleaming ‘Passion Plus’, he was superman of the moment. The words of introduction exchanged. The man told me that he was a supervisor of the road patch work going on in some places, he was happy to drop me after he learnt I am a teacher. My persistent and endeared efforts lastly brought me my home. The prediction that went through my mind said, my abode, my house; my everything might have blown up in the air for the fury of LPG flames. “At certain times I get scared more than the necessity.” I told myself.

Mustering all my courage unlocked and opened the door. My hurried legs took me to the kitchen to see what had happened. I took a deep sigh of relief, when I discovered that neither the gas was on, nor the milk was boiling. Thanked the almighty from the core my heart for no untoward had happened .Thought of chiding my ‘better half ‘and ‘lapse of her memory’ to my heart’s content! But I couldn’t, thanks to my temper .Then I was on my heels to attend the unfinished business of consulting the child specialist for my son in the district headquarter. This is the way how hectic day for nothing that puzzled me in the sunny afternoon ended.

Mr.GAJANAN B WADEYAR

TGT English

JNV Devarahalli

Dist: Davnagere

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