Village boy Impressions

1.         I beheld a jolly chap in the parkland;  In the warm sunny morning air.  With an old hat over his head,  An old bucket at his side,  An axe  over his shoulder,  And whistling a faintly familiar tune;  He wandered about to and fro  Collecting the dried cow dung.  I smiled in recognition and remembrance  As my heart rolled back the years  To when I went collecting termites. I also had an old bucket and a hoe  But alas! no hat of my own  As I marched into the scrubland,  With great eagerness or reluctance  Humming happy or melancholy tunes,  As my mood might happen to be.  A man returning to his house with a bucket of termites 2.         After the early rains, I go in search For crusts of clay  on the ground That shows where the woodworm lurks. There, I plant a pot of broken-up dung That ...

Ø He had only one major publication  Ø It was in Hebrew  Ø It had no references  Ø It was not in a refereed journal  Ø Some doubt He wrote it by himself  Ø It may be true that He created the world, but what has He done since then?  Ø His cooperative efforts have been quite limited  Ø The scientific community has had a hard time replicating His results.  Ø He never applied to the Ethics Board for permission to use human subjects.  Ø When one experiment went awry, He tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.  Ø When subjects did not behave as predicted, He deleted them from the sample.  Ø He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.  Ø Some say He had his son teach the class.  Ø He expelled his first two students for learning  Ø Although there were only 10 requirements, most of His students failed his tests  Ø His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a ...

“God chooses things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise and chooses what is weak in the world to shame the strong” - 1Cor1:27 (my translation).   I visited a library for the first time in my life when I was 13 and in J. H. S 1. Then, my small stature coupled with the fact that I was new and not very confident restricted me to the children's section all through my adolescent years and even beyond. Nevertheless, I was really enjoying the stories in that section. My favourite story was;  "The Emperor's New Clothes ” by the Danish author, Hans Christian Andersen. I do not know exactly why it was my favourite then. Perhaps because it was so hilarious (the thought of a king walking down the street naked). Today, I remember it and love it not because it is so hilarious (for it is no longer so to me) but because it speaks volumes about society. I have come to learn a lesson from it that I can’t forget. The Pl...