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I. R. Pathak
Bio
Educationist by career, writer-poet by passion, thinker by nature, humorous by habit. Love to share thoughts and experience.
Stories (29/0)
A Teaching Method that reconstructs Learning and Learners' Personality together
All educators aim to empower their students with knowledge and skills of problem-solving and critical thinking. However, this is an immense task in the era of technology. Locating information is not as difficult as understanding and interpreting the information obtained for both teachers and students alike.
By I. R. Pathak3 years ago in Education
Creation of Fiction
Suddenly he broke his silence and in tattered voice with terribly frightened, wide- open eyes, spoke, “ A strong wave of light caught me on the bed and pulled me out through the closed door as if my body could penetrate any solid matter wood or steel. In the spur of a moment, I was gliding in the space without wings. Something invisible was controlling me without holding. I was passing through the planets like a flashlight. Though I was not feeling at speed yet scenes in front of my eyes were mysteriously getting changed at the batting of an eye. Reaching somewhere in the space I was sucked and extracted. Just after that I opened my eyes and found lying on my bed. I know no one will believe me. I am absolutely sane and truly narrating what happened to me last night.”
By I. R. Pathak3 years ago in Poets
Farewell to Trump
Dear Mr Trump, It is still fresh in my memory. Our Prime Minister Mr Narendra Modi organised "Namaste Trump" a great reception program for you when you came to India in February of last year. I witnessed the program from beginning to end. And I relished your speech word by word. The mega event's illustrative purpose was to highlight your intimacy with India. You wanted to impress 4.4 million Indian Americans well before the U.S. Presidential Election.
By I. R. Pathak3 years ago in The Swamp
Strongest Cinquain
Strongest Immunity Is unshakable will- power with churning mind and eyes Open. A cinquain is a form of poetry that is very popular because of its simplicity. It was created by American poet Adelaide Crapsey about 100 years ago and is similar to Japanese poetic forms, such as haiku and tanka. Cinquains are five lines long. They have 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth line, and just 2 in the last line.
By I. R. Pathak4 years ago in Poets
Action Senyru
Winners and losers Have the same goals, don’t they make A change but actions Senryū (川柳, literally ‘river willow’) is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 morae (or “on”, often translated as syllables, but see the article on onji for distinctions). Senryū tends to be about human foibles, while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Unlike haiku, senryū do not include a kireji (cutting word) and do not generally include a kigo, or season word.
By I. R. Pathak4 years ago in Poets
Tiny Cinquain
Tiny Drops of water Fills a bucket. Mini Good habits make a man noble And great. A cinquain is a form of poetry that is very popular because of its simplicity. It was created by American poet Adelaide Crapsey about 100 years ago and is similar to Japanese poetic forms, such as haiku and tanka. Cinquains are five lines long. They have 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth line, and just 2 in the last line.
By I. R. Pathak4 years ago in Poets
How to Define Success for Yourself from Eight Billion Choices
“I like people that define their own values. I am much more interested in somebody who has their own definition of what they value, their own definition of what success is, their own definition of what love is.” — Spike Jonze
By I. R. Pathak4 years ago in Motivation
Fiction
Suddenly he broke his silence and in tattered voice with terribly frightened, wide- open eyes, spoke, “ A luminous flash of light caught me on the bed and pulled me out through the closed door as if my body could penetrate anything solid matter, wood or steel. In the spur of a moment, I was gliding in the space without wings. Something invisible was controlling me without holding. I was passing through the planets like a flashlight. Though I was not feeling at speed yet scenes in front of my eyes were mysteriously getting changed at the batting of an eye. Reaching somewhere in the space I was sucked and extracted. Just after that I opened my eyes and found lying on my bed. I know no one will believe me. I am absolutely sane and truly narrating what happened to me last night.”
By I. R. Pathak4 years ago in Poets