To those who teach.

Sometimes, you are so up your own arse-hole that your head looks exactly where it is usually found to be. On that note, as pointless as it sounds, and as pointless as it is, I shall continue....

Those who teach you needn't be teachers by profession. Somehow, teaching doesn't have to be part of anyone's job description for someone to teach you a lesson, or even two. In this short time I've been on this planet, I've been fortunate with the teachers I got. Not just the ones in school and college, but even out in the real world. We get them in all shapes and sizes. Some made you fall in love. Some helped you get a hold on myself. Some made you feel humble. And some catch you moments before you stumble. Some teach you what is beauty. While a ton of them tell you your duty. That's the-end to all the rhyming.

Some come trapped in books. Some come wrapped inside human bodies. And by the time you realize the profoundness of what you learned from them, you are too blown away by your realization.

I have little idea of who Bertrand Russel is. I, like the most of us, have taken Google for granted. And since Bertrand Russel is not even 5 seconds away when one's in front of a keyboard, why bother knowing who the poor soul was. But then, I ran into Bertrand Russel's 10 commandments. And they are very different from the  10 commandments in the Bible. Here we go...

You cannot hand-pick from this list, but I'll do so anyway. Rules 2, 3, 4 and 6 come in front of you, blow you away, pass by gently, and blow you away again. That was in my case. Maybe for someone else, each one blew them away. To each his own. My favorite however, is the HELPFUL HINTS. The chap encourages us to watch MOVIES!! Okay, he also encourages us to go to classes. So what?

Talking about classes, I'm quite sure that the stuff being taught in class makes a lot more sense when you're under some form of substance abuse. Whichever class that may be that you attend under the influence. The substance might make you more influential, or something. Okay, bad joke. Moving on. 

There are some teachers whose classes you attend just to hear the teachers talk. Maybe because each word they utter is a pearl of wisdom. Like in a class I enrolled for, the teacher is one of the coolest humans I have witnessed in my lifetime. It's around people like these that you feel like you ought to be more responsible about what you say and do.

He said something today. I call it the "No-problem" theory.

He, my teacher, was discussing about the upcoming examinations. He's obviously very well aware of the "marks" frenzy that most of the students go through. Specially given that the chaps and ladies in his class, barring me and a handful others, are very particular about their academic record. 

Here's what he said. 

"If you even score a zero in your first test, NO PROBLEM! You have your Test 2, and also your Final examination to make up your scores.

If you even screw up your second test, NO PROBLEM! You still have your Final exam to make up your scores! Your finals amount to 50% of your total scores. So don't worry!

Even if you screw up your Final Examination, NO PROBLEM! Don't worry! You can avail for a correspondence course. If not that, It's just a matter of another semester that you'll clear the subject. Don't worry!"

He obviously said all of this to put us at ease. But here's the deal. We are... okay no comment about rest of Humanity, but I am pretty deep up my own arsehole. One fine day, I must have mistaken my arsehole for a rabbit-hole in Wonderland, thought of myself as Alice, and decided to see how deep the rabbit-hole went. I ended up in my own head. Wow! What a revelation! The hole wasn't that deep after all! In case you are a bit taller than I am, don't worry. You'll be back in your own head in a while. In case you end up in someone else's head, buddy, you jumped into the wrong hole! But then again, NO PROBLEM! You might just have to deal with someone else's shit....

I obviously took the liberty of considering myself a representative of humanity. Maybe I was being a bit too liberal while making that decision. But who cares? This is where Bertrand Russel's rule #4 strikes me like a hammer to the head. I, rather we, get too stuck up thinking about the possibilities of the possibilities of our actions. Yeah, the possibilities coming twice is purely intentional, not some work of fiction.Some of us are so up our arses that we've reached our heads the first time around, jumped back into the hole, and re-reached our heads a couple of times. Mind you, it's not a good experience.

Goodness! You must be jobless!