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My blog and 2023

Blogging with Bobs by the side


2023 holds out new promises as I have decided to bid farewell to teaching at the end of the present academic session. There is a saying in Malayalam which means: When the voice is still good, stop singing. Teaching is something that I have enjoyed doing and my students too found my classes stimulating. Not so any more, I feel. There is a lot of change in the attitudes of the post-Covid generation of students. My understanding is that the smartphones have replaced teachers quite effectively in their horizons. At any rate, there is a time for everything, even to stop your regular job.

That means I will have a lot of time at hand. I look forward to a richer 2023. A lot of reading and writing and some travelling. When the pandemic got the students glued to their smartphones, it got me glued to books more than ever. I found myself reading much more and I loved it too. I would like to write more too.

As a teacher I was more of a learner. That was the chief reason of my success in that profession, I believe. Now, as a writer I will be once again a learner more than anything else. We live in a tough world. More than anything else, fraudulence of all types has become rampant. You find Indians ramming patriotism down your throat from their mansions in Hamilton or Ontario. The media tell far more lies than truths. What you hear is not what the speaker means because words don’t carry meanings any more. They carry emotions and motives.

You never know who is on which side. You may wonder which side you are on. It is a perpetual twilight that baffles you with its nondescript shades. Yeats returns from his tomb: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.”

A writer has a lot to learn in such times. I am going to be that learner in 2023. My blog is going to reflect that learning in 2023.

PS. Written for #BlogchatterBlogHop prompt: How do you picture your blogging journey in 2023?

 

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  1. All the best Sir for 2023 and the new innings!

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    1. Thank you. There always comes a time for change 😊

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  2. Hari OM
    Interesting reflection on your immediate future - and I wish you well in it! YAM xx

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  3. Covid 19 has been a catalyst in a major paradigm alteration. Everything has changed. From patriotism to education. But there's still something, that only a teacher can bring out. But as the saying goes, all beautiful things must come to an end. Wish you all the best.

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  4. All the best for 2023. We wish to read from your blog in the new year.

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    1. Thanks, Geethica. I do look forward to a better existence next year.

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  5. Excellent article Tom. I have kind of stopped both reading and writing. I am just not able to concentrate much these days. But I am hoping I will be able to get back to it soon.

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    1. I had begun to wonder what happened to you. Hope the ice is melting. Reach out for any support 👍

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  6. Same situation 😅 got myself glued to writing and reading more than I can I could have imagined. I still plan to do that. Congratulations on your new journey

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  7. This is inspirational. Change is always difficult. Happy to know your are going ahead with what you aspired! My Best wishes!!

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