Infinite Ability

As Tilak Bridge station approached, most of the giggles, chatters and mobile tunes had subdued, and then I saw a familiar face.."Oh, Ma'am...you too?", and yes, she was a nice company to be with, though not for the rest of the day (she could have been!). I don't remember somehow, when I lost contact with her in one of the halls of the World Book Fare.. A psychiatrist and a writer, full of amazing telltales to enrich you, it was no doubt nice experience..

Now I was left alone to explore halls on my own..It was hall number one and there a banner caught my attention..an opportunity to see the writer in person, it was around three in the afternoon and still few more hours for me to leave, so I entered the stall of Pearson Publications..quite a number of people mostly youngsters stood there and I could hear an addressing voice on mike, clear and crisp, enough to arise curiosity to make you steer your way through the crowd standing there. There were few sitting too, all seats occupied..Anyways, I was not there to sit....the words captured attention, inspiring from a speaker who sat in a wheel chair. 

Navin Gulia, a severely physically challenged person with total paralysis neck down had also aroused a similar kind of curiosity and puzzle when he had entered the office of the Limca Book of Records around eight years back. He has made a record for a three-day nearly non-stop drive from New Delhi to Marsimik La, which is the highest motorable mountain pass in the world. He had designed the modifications of the vehicle, an old Maruti800 himself.

I stood there listening to his story of achievements of courage, conviction and the will to excel despite all odds. Then, there was questions' session, and there a young lady from the audience stood to ask " The book's title says "In Quest of the Last Victory".. your quest still there, why it's the last victory?", and the writer aptly answered that though not the last, still an example of a major victory for physically challenged persons like him..

As I was heading towards the exit with my copy of the motivational book signed by the author himself, I was musing about the line written by him, "Life is always beautiful.."; Read the book and know it yourself..it's worth it!!!

RIA (Radioimmuno Assay) Lab

Last few months were full of hustle and bustle. Major things which preoccupied my mind were concerned with departmental duties, and one of them was shifting of Radioimmuno Assay Lab from Cancer Ward Building to Biochemistry department.

Many hurdles came in the way...as this work required approval of the AERB (Atomic Energy Regulatory Board), Mumbai. Being in-charge of this lab had its own obligations....innumerable telephonic communications, sometimes no reply from the other side, many times unavailability of the person concerned and endless e-mails to BRIT (Board of Radiation and Isotope Technology, Mumbai) and AERB for approval of the new lab as well as renewal of the procurement of kits for thyroid estimation. 

Every bit of work teaches you many new things...as this one also did. I had to prepare the lay out plan myself for the lab according to the AERB guidelines which was an enjoyable task. In the mean time, the new lab was built  by the B & R (Building and Repair) department. 


Weeks after submission of the documents when finally the approval letter from AERB lay on the Head's table, it was really a rewarding experience. No matter how small the work is your enthusiasm can create  a remarkable difference. Things which seemed tedious and impossible in the beginning have started taking their real shape.


As I was going through one of my books, I saw these lines noted down long back by me,
"What you have to face in life is never in your hands, but what you feel is in your control. So, better feel good."
Take care...
Keep reading...

सँवरता हुआ कल

http://springsurprises4u.blogspot.in/2012/02/blog-post.html

~My Version Of My Life~

'The Vagabond' by Robert Louis Stevenson

"Give to me the life I love,

Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me. "


How many among us wish for such lives???..Hardly Anyone!!! ...in our sensible senses at least, unless we're in our lowest of moods when we just feel like moving away from our mundane lives..


Roads of life can be tough (ask anyone and they're ready to share their plight) still optimists find hope in everything and move on..As I was searching for real examples around me, I found every body a unique example in itself, undeniable, respectable in their own way..


Then what actually leads to complexities in relationships, when friends suddenly turn hostile, you're left thinking miserable..if things turn out fine it's okay, but such incidents make you wary, cautious next time..to expect an  innocence, pureness of feeling is like drilling a stream from a rock..Then people come up with an age old concept of maturity..No matter how you react, you find you're unable to please anyone, more so feeling worst inside. If you are submissive, you're taken as weak..If you retaliate, an arrogant..If you speak not, a proudy..Leave it, an endless list of reactions, leaving you drained out..Just give a damn thought about anybody, just anybody, and do what pleases your heart, mind and soul, any thing that makes you happy..it reflects in all..Just try it..


A simple formula..Keep Yourself Happy, No Matter What...And the world changes, why bother your attitude, others' attitude changes towards you, instantly..
Fill each and every moment of your day with an assigned work, think about what you like doing best, and then what you like doing the least..do the latter first, and you may surprise yourself that you finished that particular task in lesser time as the motivation of pleasant work was behind your will to do..


If you keep bothering yourself about friends, feelings you'll be left a loser..they'll move past you..Take simplest of measures one by one, resuming back your lost will, desire to be on track with life and concentrate on yourself and your needs as if there is no precious being in this world other than you, and soon you'll realize you've gained confidence, better say natural tendency to attract more like minded people on the way..just don't struggle, let life flow through you..better times do come, if you let them come..destiny shapes itself..you cannot control others, but at least you can hold yourself fast..

And unknowingly you find yourself smiling at the person whom you never thought of looking back..in a way, you're creating your own surprises, a magic in your own hands!

Don't try, let it happen through you..

Best of lives to all, Happy Journey Ahead...We All Deserve the Best!!!!

Roses, Roses and many many more Roses on the way..

Spring time, bloom time, flowers everywhere..multi-colored, with all different variety of birds visiting, along with butterflies...No, not like that..Let me be more vivid in my description, small bunches of perennials in purples, yellows, oranges one after the other in neatly designed queues, some even in hanging baskets edged by whites create a pleasant ambiance to sit and admire for hours. Roses, especially the Indian ones, with their unique fragrance add interesting beauty to my garden..an inexplicable pleasure which can only be felt..

This is present, when I've to find time from my routine to visit my own garden, and on holidays most of my time is spent outdoors especially during winters. Not many years from now, when my family shifted here, these were newly built blocks with barren land all around covered by boundary. I still remember how we planned everything, ordered plantation of grass and searched for the best gardener in the area. After many hits and trials, finally we succeeded in getting things done, and results are better with each successive year (touch wood!).

Now, this piece of land provided to us was quite big for me to be dealt on my own, so required help..but there was a time (a decade back) when we were allotted a small flat on ground floor with small space at the back..it was barren too, with many bumps..and my most of the time was spent ploughing that small piece of land..a bit at a time, and within a week or two, it was plane, devoid of stones, cleaned..I bought Australian grass from the nursery and planted it at one feet distances after leaving one and a half feet space all around for plantation. The main plants on my list were 'tulsi', 'neembu' (lemon), 'kari patta'(basil)..and when my neighbors saw my keen interest also contributed few more..To begin with, I spread 'genda' (marigold) inflorescence in the rows (around July), which in a month or so gave rise to plants and later were laden with full blown flowers (October-November). I got rose cuttings from one of my neighbors when plants were being pruned in October, which gave flowers in the next season, no doubt cow manure played an important role in bringing healthy flowers.

The joy of working in the soil from scratch till getting results in form of flowers, and no doubt time to time maintenance like de-weeding, cutting, pruning, moughing only a person who has done all by himself knows..its  nearer to a divine experience. 

And who praises it? The birds, the butterflies, the squirrels, and the bent boughs of big mango trees in others' garden, all seem like saying you a big 'thank you'..and even your whole being thanks you for what you've created with your own labor. Beware of monkeys, they'll once in a while spoil your garden, only to make you work harder and apply newer strategies from saving your plants from unexpected guests..Before leaving, did I mention something about my kitchen-garden? May be, some other time...

Enjoy your gardens and gardening!

Bye for now.

Hey, I killed him!!!!!

It was an experience of walking bare foot in scorching heat of the sun, when you have no other option. No transport near by, no idea of the distance you've to cover, just keep walking..even no idea of the destination...No, I didn't remember Robert Frost's poem at that moment as there were no woods around!  

To add up to my misery, I felt spines in my throat, thirsty as never before, finally felt dizzy and fell down....the other moment I was aware of the nightmare I went through in sleep, with wide eyes open, needing guts to get a glass of water kept on side table. 

The clock stuck two of midnight advising me to resume back  my sleep. I was wide awake and thought about the experience I had in sleep, undoubtedly it spoke of stress that I might have gone through during past few weeks, and it filled me with a feeling of distaste and hatred. I simply relish the idea of detesting this someone to its highest limits, I simply can't help it !!!

The more I think of such person, the more uneasiness overpowers me. I am helplessly filled with murderous thoughts, like never felt before. Unaware of the fact that I can hate some body to that extent. I simply want to get back my peace of mind. I'm confused, unhappy, not accessible to any advice. 

The more you face psychos in your life the more you feel the same for yourself. They have their own ways of trapping your mind, I curse myself for following such shadow, which was nothing but black, dark black with black deeds, trying to turn everything black in my life..No, I'm not scared, not the least, I simply hate that particular person, real or imaginary, and wish to get rid of this sick feeling as soon as possible. I wish I could do something. He doesn't have the idea, or may be it was a deliberate mischief on his part, what he did..

Suddenly an idea comes into my mind, i sketch his caricature on a blank piece of paper and draw his caricature and paste it on the back of my room's door, and throw arrows on it. Then again I draw his caricature on another paper, now I just pierce and scribble badly with a red marker till its completely red. Hey, now it feels great, why I didn't try this before. To add to this, I flushed both papers, and what a relief. 

I'm so happy now, unbelievable, threw the nastiest, the filthiest (think about any other worst adjective, will absolutely, perfectly fit on him) thing away from my virtual life. Yessss, I puke, a foreign body cannot be assimilated after all..keeps my digestion intact!

Happy Cheery Blog posts from now on....I'm back again!!!!!

Grace and Class?

I keep all grace and class in mind while writing my blog, and what I write, is well written with an aim ( after much research, added to my experience of my surroundings) a deliberate aim to steer clear; If it seems like puking to someone, the person concerned has to think for himself, not me.

Moreover, I write as a hobby, am not a professional writer (neither have any plans in near or far future), and of course don't bother much what impression it leaves, as I want to keep it as simple and natural. i deal mostly with incidents affecting our day-to-day lives, which require no cover, no mask. And why should I, when I'm all clear in my aim?

Moreover, I write in simple English (and speak with an Indian accent) with no dramatic changes in the name of creativity, within grammatical norms and understandable by all. And I think that is more than enough for someone who wishes to write.

As far as grace is concerned, i'm all woman, aware of my limitations as well as strengths, but I would better like to be called a human being rather than a woman, who wants to express freely without fear (call it 'vomit', if your vocabulary provides you with this particular word, doesn't effect me or my writing style).

And if someone wishes to know my class, I'm not at all ashamed to belong to a middle class who is hardly impressed by high profile people. Such high profile people forget their origin somewhere was in middle class. Scriptures (if they believe before they cite them) never ask anyone to boast in prosperity.

Who are they to talk of grace and class, those who not even dare to face me in real name. They may threaten or disturb me in animosity, they themselves are they men?

I'm sure this post states very clearly that yes, I am rough and caustic to those  who jeopardize my dignity on the internet despite knowing that I'm married, of course behind animosity. though they deserve all my wrath, I without wasting my further energy forgive (better forget) them. I damn care about such person(s) who will continue to do so in apparent or subtle manner...

What will be, will be!!!

Have you ever craved for some solitude, just to be with yourself, away from noise, not only physical but mental too..

Am I sounding like talking about meditation, preaching to take deep breaths and such details which you already know much by now..

Thanks to our Information and Broadcasting Ministry, too much of revelation has brought every knowledge at the door step. It's for us to choose from..that's where my post is heading today..

I fondly remember those days when hot topic of mothers' discussion on terrace under winter sun used to be our school bags..OMG so hevvy, and my resentment to depart from even a single note book led to enough of arguments with her.

 I experienced a  déjà vu when I almost screamed at my son, "Why don't you pack your bag according to the weekly time table..soooo heavy!!!!" Not to mention, he jumped into the bus with that load on his back, much to my displeasure..

As someone overheard our conversation on the bus stop, my neighbor volunteered her own experience of the same thing, despite packing according to time table, bag turns out to be heavy..and I must confess the weight was almost twice that I used to carry..

The rest of the day was spent feeling guilty of my approach in dealing with morning's 'bag' episode, my management seemed to fail..

When evening came and he asked permission for playing outside, I couldn't say a 'no' despite knowing he had a class test tomorrow, which will require lots of learning by heart..in other words, requiring my constant presence till late night along with dinner and time-to-time management of his younger sibling..

Why bother? What will be, will be!!!

Perfect

"Take me to those horizons O Lord

Where I seek no more

My satiated thoughts

breathe generosity to core

Knots untied, 

spread far and wide

Freshness of ideas,

Beauty galore

Sincerity in actions

To face truth,

Not impressed by

a fake decore

To embrace bright days,

and happiness to adore!"

-Seema Lekhwani

02/21/12

11:16PM

Before going to bed, a new idea stuck my mind..why not arrange for an awareness program  among parents to protest against these bags..like keeping class notes in class almirah itself, and making the school, the students and theguardians and parents aware about health problems related to carrying such weight at younger age. And to my surprise I had a dream last night, my pediatrician hubby giving his speech in son's school regarding similar problem..

Don't you see, life seeks its own solutions..

I saw dawn..(poem)

http://springsurprises4u.blogspot.in/2012/02/i-saw-dawn.html

A love or hate affair?

Standing outside the Head's chamber baffled with a hurriedly  hand written application for an urgent need of three days' casual leave, all the way my nerves underwent a constant struggle about how much I'll be required in my absence? It seemed quite a daring deed. 

Subconsciously and consciously both, I suggested myself, 'Hardly matters!'; Yes, hardly matters when needs are weighed and balanced. Too much torture for a small brain in hubby's absence to manage everything on my own, and when luxury of leaves still pending, why not splurge in it. I know, June's still far away, and I may need leaves in the mean time..anyways, this was not the main point of today's post. Still I cannot resist myself from mentioning last minute panic preparations of class tests and late night management of blubbering reminiscences of my father bonded children.

At last I was successful in grabbing some 'my time' at the end of a hectic day. And the first thing that I wished was to search PubMed for some latest articles.

 Anyways, soon I painfully realized that my limited attention span failed to dig anything worthwhile, which led me to read a random article. 

Here are certain points worth mentioning, endure a bit of boring reading.. 

Human beings are hosts to trillions of microorganisms which are considered to be our extended self living peacefully with us, also known as symbionts. Although born germ free, we acquire microbes at birth when they start colonizing  our mucous membranes and skin epithelium, even outnumbering ten times our body's own cells. The gastrointestinal tract has the greatest density and diversity of microbes. The human microbial flora is not a constant entity, but changes its character and complexity over time in response to environmental factors such as diet, antibiotic exposure and stress.

Our existence is critically dependent on these microbes and their colonization. These microorganisms perform numerous metabolic tasks like vitamins synthesis (esp. vitamin K), breaking down of complex polysaccharides and altering drug metabolism and bioavailability.

This mutual association is essential for the maturation of our immune system, maintenance of intestinal epithelial barrier and resistance to colonization with pathogens. Now the question arises, if the symbiotic relationship and its balance is disturbed, then what harm can ensue?

Well, the article stressed particular species of bacteria activate immune system and induce inflammatory bowel disease but also organ specific autoimmune diseases at sites distal to gastrointestinal tract, like brain.

Multiple Sclerosis is a disease affecting nervous system, in which myelin structures suffer an autoimmune attack by self-reactive lymphocytes, which are normal components of the healthy immune system. Now, these gut associated microbes have been found to induce central nervous system (CNS) immunity. The gut associated microbes affect local as well as systemic immune system. 

That seems interesting, the commensal gut flora in the doldrums of a love or hate affair..Can you think of any more examples..If you find some more, do suggest!

Last time when did you catch hold of your child eating mud? 

Well,...never? 

Then I must say, you're one of the luckiest parents!

I dare not!!!!!

If you would have ever experienced a stalker in your life, you would know how it feels. Now, it willfully reminds me of an advertisement being played on the radio in which the victim joyfully accepts that she enjoys all the attention she gets. Yeah, mine was also of that sorts, as I had an idea who the stalker could be..In fact the subtle clues given to me were enough. It all began with a simple message, progressing in months to chat (mind you, all with a fake profile) and followed my short messages on mobile (Hey you, surprised ....? And I'm all the way jokingly involved, actively responding!) ..thinking him to be someone I know (or not know??)..As if all this was not enough, once I stopped messaging, he started writing through my friends' profiles..making me interrogating them separately through long distance calls..all in vain, no one ready to cooperate, and that person continuing his writing, commenting (well don't ask me how, inexplicable matter..just imagine) drawing my attention. 

And what to say about my height of addiction, I'll somehow come to know he has written..still a long question mark how come all my friends allowing him to write, is he a super hero? who is he daring so much? I was as puzzled as ever, till I saw a poster in the city mall for a concert to be held in the coming week. I recognized the face, and now riddle seemed to solve. I attended the concert, forget meeting him, Yeah he's a celebrity, and I didn't know him all these years. 

He changed, his name changed and his profession changed..total weird personality..Oh yes, in the mean time I stumbled upon poems' site, it has its own queer experience. There it seemed as if the same person is writing through different names of different poets..You're confused too by now? 

Ev'n I remain confused, somehow I'm used to his false sweet, true haughty nature..he knows to insult a person in various ways..I felt helpless earlier when my Facebook profile seemed captured by his ( my friends', but he actually) remarks, the dilemma was intolerable. 

The role of friends so queer, none ready to impart what's going on. All allowing him to peep and do his bit. Silly! Anyways, what my mind says he's hot tempered fellow, tries to be friendly and ultimately bullies you badly..doesn't let you be at peace when you're on net, tries to be as innocent as ever, enjoys your helplessness, then starts teaching and preaching, as if he is a know-all person (I confess, he is!)..

And all he does so through poems..He has vast variety of poems to his credit (no need searching, you'll have to be me to know it), not under one name..the most offensive and the most pleasant of poems belong to him. You may ask, is he a god?.. I've the answer, he says he is! If abusive stream is followed, he takes it as a compliment. An impossible fellow! 

He's a writer, a poet, an artist ( a painter), a singer, a musician, a script writer, a novelist, may be much much more (I'm overwhelmed to my limits, cannot take any more). And the best part is, despite coming to know him so well, he detests and resists being recognized by me..All he says is, I consider my case a mistaken identity, a waste of admonition, surely not a premonition. 

I've nothing to do but laugh aloud at this mystery man..and do you wish to know who he is? The fact is, even I wished once, now I dare not!!!!!!

Don't you see, I'm already wondering the consequences if he comes to read this post. Huh..

Vote for yourself..

As one gains more and more knowledge in his particular field of expertise, what do you think should be the person's attitude?
To be haughty or to be humble towards those less skilled or talented than him?
There are few still who generously share their know-how, are ready to impart whenever they are asked help, i.e. the easily approachable ones. 
This world is full of givers and takers,be prepared to pay the price for a favor. 
Gone are those days, when there were ready helpers.
There will be many to mock at your drawbacks, incapabilities, but none to sort out your problems.
There is a lot more probability that you'll walk alone your way struggling with your short comings, than anyone approaching you to guide in a proper way.
I'm not encouraging to be a loner in your strife, join hands with those who come in your way, but be prepared  for a deceit. 
Give as much as you have to those around you, never to expect anything in return. 
Being content with what you have in the moment, is the key to spiritual freedom.
Materialistic goals attained are unable to fulfill the needs of true happiness. 
The so called high profile masses are often seen dissatisfied duping themselves in drinks and drugs for never ending expectations from themselves. Amidst huge gatherings surrounding them, they forget the real meaning of simple pure blissful living.
I'm not here to discuss the never bridging gap between the rich and the poor, the nation's economy matters, or things like that.
My musing just wanders around the attitude of the rich and a common man towards life as a whole, but could not gather much substantial on the way.
I'm still in search of an ideal in this life of mine..and for the time being, I vote myself, finding myself better placed in my own eyes than those I come across.
Let's cheer to our own spirits, each of us are the best products what conditions and environment have made us, 'unique'. A fulfilling holistic approach requires need to realize your own individual uniqueness. There are no winners and no losers, just gainers along the way.

Try some day!

Laundering and ironing can be simple practices taken for granted by most, yet much needed ritual in every household. Who likes a basket full of piled up dirty laundry  in a room's corner interfering with normal peace of mind?

This task carries foremost priority in my daily to do list, and if due to some reason goes neglected, leads to pointless self blame till the deed is done. 

To separate whites from colors and applying detergent on specific dirt stubborn areas before loading into the machine at night, makes it easier for the other day.

 An aerated, well lit laundry room with round the clock water and power supply goes a long way in making this task less irksome. A dryer is a must during wet and grey winter days. 

I've a queer way of managing my time, as both automatic and semi-automatic washing machines are working together along with my manual work for 'only hand wash' clothes; and with in an hour string spanning the whole breath of backyard is ready displaying various pieces of colorful, washed clothes. Ironically, automatic washing machine takes the longest time to finish its cycle, tempting me to wash most of them manually at times.

As far as ironing clothes is concerned, it's like meditation removing those not so stubborn creases comparable to solving entangled thoughts in mind. 

An additional benefit, you lose lots of calories to keep yourself fit and satisfaction of doing all by yourself. I still remember those days when I used to get clothes ironed by a hired service; most of the time it was an unsatisfactory dealing, I had to re-iron before arranging them in the cupboards.

Simple tasks well done give immense satisfaction and peace of mind. 

Try some day!

Inauguration of the New OPD Block Building

Gandhiji's statue to be inaugurated by the Chief Guest

Inaugural Ceremony

The Chief Guest, Chief Minister of the state,Ch. Bhupinder Singhji Hooda

New OPD Block Building,
Pt. B. D. S. PGIMS, Rohtak

Ch. Ranbir Singh OPD,
Pt. B. D. S. PGIMS, Rohtak

A splendid view of the new OPD block welcomed everybody. The building was festooned for the inaugural ceremony. Before the Chief Minister's convoy reached the venue, the Heads, the faculty and the staff of all the departments were there to appreciate the pleasing ambiance. It was a moment of pride for all those belonging to the Institute, to participate in its progress so far.

Though the new building will be used for attending patients in the coming days, patients and attendants were seen  to have a look at the new one. A few red colored spits on ramp walls told the story that a formal inauguration had already taken place. What a sorry state of affairs, I wonder what the building might look after few days in absence of the much required cleanliness practices on the part of users. Anyways, it's high time to impose fine on those who tend to spit in public places.

A Miniature Model of the OPD Building

PROSTAGLANDINS versus POST-GRADUATES?!!!

I wondered if any of my students realized how much effort a teacher has to put to prepare their lecture, as I had last minute reading of power point slides that I had painstakingly prepared last night. To add flavor and interest even tried my hands on animation (whatever limited skill I possess)..still before entering the lecture theater I was as apprehensive as an examinee is before entering an examination hall. Thanks to this era of multi-media, every necessary point is jotted down, despite of course a reminder at the back of mind that slides should'nt be crowded with words, just points to be stressed and the rest to be explained in the class....the colorful diagrams and related videos have brought a revolution in teaching strategies. 

I still remember in our times, when a teacher used to explain with a chalk on blackboard and knowledge was on their tips (not applicable to all, of course)..today we've white boards with marker pens..That day I was cursing these markers, because not one worked when I was in dire need and had to wait for minutes before the new one was arranged..I really remembered dear blackboards then..It's another story if some complain regarding the chalk dust which fells spoiling their well groomed hair and also, in case some have an allergy to it.

At last, my second and final lecture on Prostaglandins and Leukotienes attained completion without any major or minor setbacks..As I spoke " PGs have very short half life~1 min", the whole class burst into laughter, and it took me a few seconds to realize when my eyes fell on front row seated post-graduates who couldn't help but sheepishly smile..The damage was done, and my senses helplessly knew that I cannot defend them saying they've long  half life  (why torture them by increasing their half lives from their exact life of three years!)..As I mused on an apt answer, my eyes caught sight of a guy looking back..and by the time I could change my mind, I had committed enough blunder, saying, "what makes you turn when there are no girls even?" 

Not to mention, it's not an easy job to maintain a balance between humor and discipline among two hundred or so students at the same time in a dimly lit lecture theater, gaining their attention and interest throughout the lecture span of an hour.

More to share..

Bye for now.