CLEANING UP THE MESS
Pic.: Chandrashekar Varier S ome days ago, in my class, a few minutes before I was to start my lecture, I heard a final-year-degree student saying, “Sir, there is some water on this desk.” Quickly, I picked a wiping cloth, stood next to the girl, and began to wipe the desk. It took me less than a minute to clean-up… but, it felt like eternity! My mind was judging and grumbling: “She and her friends are watching me – their teacher – wiping their desk; none of them has the simple courtesy to say, ‘Sir, give me the cloth, I will do it’… What kind of graduates these kids are going to be? Whatever happened to good-old values?” So, though I took not even a minute to wipe out the mess on the desk, the mess in my mind was only piling up! A nd, this morning, just before our Tai Chi class was to start, I saw our young teacher doing exactly the opposite. Seeing the open area, where we held our class, messy, he got hold of a broom, and began to sweep. ...