Learning

Learning --a never ending process.
There can be an extraordinary learning  within a fraction of seconds  if one is little vigilant and curious. 
There can be no learning at all in years if learner is ignorant and not interested. 
Today I attended a workshop about making the learning more interesting. As the trainer was giving us examples I was wondering that learning is food for brain .  I compared it with the food we eat.
If the food is made by our mother than it contains lot of love care apart from nutrition. Such food is source of health happiness which  has the ability to take you towards prosperity.
On the other hand if the food is from hotel  than it is just a food made to earn.it is source of sickness which can only take you to hospital. 
If the food made by different mindset can affect your body.than learning is like feeding your mind. If it not done in appropriate state of mind than just imagine what will be the future of learner.
There are examples Adolf Hitler, swami vivekanand etc.all were great learners. But some are known as Saint while others villains depending upon under which circumstances they learnt. 
I m just a teacher who want to feed my students with healthy learning. I sometimes  wonder is it solely my responsibility. What about the student's state of mind who is there to receive. What about parents who can give a healthy atmosphere to child. If parents really want there child to be feeded by home cooked food type of learning. Than they should teach their child to respect. 
My poetry is dedicated to this never ending process--learning.
Woh bachpan ki baatein
Ladakpan ki masti
Sapno ki lehrein
Ummidon ki kashti
Yaadon ke saagar main dopki lagakar
Har pal se maine kuch toh hai seekha
Woh chota sa bachha
Chalne ki chahat rakhta woh bachha
Kabhi palti maare kabhi Kheechain bankayyiyan
Har pal main koshish bharta woh bachha
aakhir ek din jab chalein laga toh
Samgharshpoorn chaal se sabr hai seekha
jeevan samunder hai lehrein kissa
Anubhav  ki kadi se atka agla kissa
aati hain leheren aur jaati hain lehrein
Chadhakar gagan main fir girati hain lehrein
girti sambhalti leheron se main
Ravani main behkar jhoomna hai seekha

                         We all are teachers of our own life-------by SRK from the movie 'dear zindagi'

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