Now that I have opened up, death is the only thing that can shut me up. And after I pass away - there will be a terrible silence.
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Solitude has various meanings to different people. For some it is Freedom, for some it is bitter medicine, whilst for others it is like poison which makes you beat your head against the wall. Now you have to decide for yourself what kind of solitude would be preferable to you.
Whether you have consciously chosen, or a relationship goofed up, or mental illness, or contagious disease, or being marooned or choosing to be a monk, solitude most of the time refers to physical solitude. What about mental solitude? How about some mental privacy?
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Teaching can be a treacherous job. Just envisage how teaching can distort or camouflage facts. Take for e.g. a young job candidate who went for an interview in a college for the position of a geography lecturer. When one of the ‘higher-ranking faculty members’ asked this straightforward question, “which way does the Ganga River run?” In ignorance and in fear of losing the job opportunity, the candidate gallantly replied, “I can lecture either way.” The candidate got the job. Conceivably the job was offered to him for his quirky reply, but concerns remained that the candidate was ignorant and a teacher.
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