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Teachers Day is also a Mother’s day

Teachers day is somehow another Mother’s Day. Because mother is our first teacher. First person who taught us love, and taught us how to everything on earth.

It was a good day at school. Children had come becoming as new as wise. They had come wearing dresses of teachers. Its fifth class’s last year at school. Children grow at a rate of moon cycle. Its a shame we don’t have enough space to add at least three more classes.

Our’s is a primary school. I was only thing that we enthuse our love, our energy and resources shaping and giving them the best of foundations but leaving school as early as VIth standard. It is hard for children to change their patterns. Who knows how much disciplined and caring the newer school be. For us, we feel to at least bring our classes till VIIIth so that you can shape those children better and further holding onto those ideas, creativity and empathy for humankind and for nation a bit longer. Every day, every year is important for a growing child, emotionally, mentally and physically. It also gives us a chance to expand ourselves in providing different kind of resources on varied subjects and open them up to the world unlike children who leave us too early.

Many a times parents had come requesting if the same can happen, if school can add only three more classes, as even for them it is a struggle to find a new school.

But to tell you the truth it has been a very hard journey for the three of us to sustain this lifestyle of work. But nevertheless, we learn to make the best that has been provided to us without questioning. We have learnt to do better. And we need to pass it on. I have been raised amongst the best teachers I could have asked for without asking. Mother grace is present.

Yet as the new world takes over, there has to come a new, better, evolved and involving way of teaching. We need leaders, Educators, writers, speakers, creators as much we need Doctors and Engineers. New things happen to children when new minds join, and for that many curious and inventory hearts are needed.

Happy Teachers Day

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your breath, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.


  1. What a wonderful way you have chosen to show gratitude to both mothers and teachers. Gratitude is the most important feeling from which all others like kindness or compassion will follow. Your writing comes from the heart, and as always is unique, beautiful, and moving.


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