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Absent Teachers

by @vijayalakshmi-harish

In the beginning there was Shakespeare with his worldly verse that let me fly betwixt the Merchant and the Shrew a flame was set alight and it grew and bore testimony to an increasing love for the music of the mind                                                                                            Tagore came later with more a serious thought                              a distant father to my immaturity undulating spirit that within me lay                                                        inspired Always thought I’d grow up and be like Plath                                  Or like Dorothy Parker                                                                                                                  always in some dark corner trying on all the mental dresses my imagination supplied powerful black and pungent hues tears that no one cried confessions which became                                             accusations self-effacing in my pride                                                                 then I found e.e.cummings that tricky wonderful guy who weaved puzzles into his poems                                                    such spell-binding joy! I am become Ekalavya from absent teachers i have learnt to string my voice together - Vijayalakshmi Harish         31.08.2012 Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Aug 31, 2012
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Ekalavya : In Indian mythology, a young tribal boy who taught himself archery while accepting Dronacharya, a teacher of princes and kings as his teacher. Drona refused to teach Ekalavya since he was a tribal. When Ekalavya, who was self-taught began to excel at archery-even more than his favourite student Arjuna, Drona asked for Ekalavya's thumb as his "dakshina" fees for teaching him, since Ekalavya had accepted Drona as a teacher even though he had not been accepted as a student.

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