Teachers

There are teachers who make you study and there are teachers who make you learn.Just a tad bit of difference but difference it is. As we grow up teachers seem to lose the kind of respect and reverence that they earlier used to have in our minds, we all have a pet name for each and we mock them behind their backs but some teachers have this special place in our heart even after we are through with school or college, they remain as a cornerstone for your development, a driving force for you long after. 
Watching wonder years is like revisiting my own childhood, the teenage, school life and the issues.This particular episode goodbye made me think,think about how very few teachers find respect in one's mind and how you squander the chance to really show your gratitude or repay them by getting great grades/marks. Time and time again the teachers who had trust in me, never got anything in return except for disappointment.Somehow i couldn't manage to give anyone of them a fitting farewell, i know marks are not the be all and end all and i can recollect so many of the hindi and economics classes(i had like to add marketing too,but college is a different field all along) but still, marks are all that's there to justify.
You get goose bumpy while watching the episode, Mr.collins, the maths teacher though tough outside helps the boy overcome his fear for maths and tries to inculcate belief, which is displayed at the end when he has to take this test and he solves it and gives it to the invigilator saying - you don't have to grade it,it's an A. It's strange how a show so distant from our culture and so beyond our time can still connect and display the essence of growing up. 
As for myself , hopefully i still have few more exams to take and teachers to know and respect in life, hope once i can be sure enough to say - you don't have to grade it,it's an A
P.S.  on second thoughts, the title seems like my ode to a single malt scotch maker but i had no options, plus another way to pimp my blog, who knows if i get more views by this i may overhaul this thing into a beverage blog.

supertramp!

Society, man! You know, society! Cause, you know what I don't understand? I don't understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn't make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum. Well, it just...

you can add all that you hate after "just"
 For all those who don't know this is from into the wild. This scene precedes the text above and to me its one of those hair raising scenes that speaks to you, and you don't see actors acting but people speaking and you listening. The pain and the angst displayed is something surreal. They howl like they mean every word they are saying and they want nothing to do with society, they have been hurt gravely and there is this compassion you feel because deep down you feel the same at times, that society, the conventions, the norms, the rules are all that's left to determine what you are, what you have been and what you will be? You are just a cogwheel in the bigger machinery and you are there because you need to be, you have to perform your function and be rendered obsolete after that. But ,on the other hand aren't we all looking for other people's acceptance, you tweet, tweet something catchy to have a large following,same with Facebook. The whole idea of man being a social animal. It's too deep a maze to follow like everything there are shades of grey rather than just black or white. But Conformity, pleasing people sometimes gets better of people, flattery becomes a language of its own, and you function that way, please so and so coz they may help you out in the future. It feels so right at the time but seldom do we realize how hand to mouth our relationships become. It's cause and effect , you can't say no to a friend because he/she did you a favor and now you repay, you have to go to a marriage because someone else also came to yours. It's a vicious circle, a circle from which if you get out you are a loner, a recluse.

The movie itself has so much to it on the subject,whether one can be an apostate and leave all the shit behind live and die on his/her own in the environment of his liking ? Or do you turn against the society and bear the brunt of your fool hardiness, defying the age old scheme of things and screwing up. That's upon the people to decide.But the romanticism about living on your own is hard to ignore.