Status of English teachers

We vociferously declare that our second language English is an international language. Yet few among us can use English well. It is a treasure house of knowledge and the latest trends in the area of knowledge is reflected in that language. I would like a get-together for the lovers of English in Payyanur. Let us debate, discuss, lecture in English! Those who are really interested can tell me their opinion about this venture. This is an unconditional and absolutely free venture but let us make a start, the cultured elite of Payyanur who love English. Please e-mail, and we can sit together and arrange the future course of action.
u.k.atiyodi

Poem: CRITIC

Offbeat ideas enliven me,
People listen, I am inspired,
I am the cooled out kind of guy,
Yet my pen is strong,
Years ago I sowed some coins,
Expecting to reap currency notes,
A search for a huge amount.
Vain, all vain. Plundered!
Why, sub prime mortgage?
Way down i cried,
A strange realisation it was.
Never am I a millionaire!
Depression. Or was it recession?
Now I crave a Nobel, ya Nobel!
You walk along to stumble,
You dash against a writer,
Everywhere, Writers abound, but writing?
Good poems, good stories.
What is good/ God alone knows!
Yet nothing is easier.
I am a writer. Eminent?
No, alas, no.
I wrote and wrote for a Nobel.
Nothing in black and white.
The Editor appreciates my writing.
But he regrets. for what?
For not being able to use it!
I took a swipe at authors-
The award winning ones.
Snooty comments ravaged them.
a lot of phoocy I discovered.
The mud-sling game. recognition.
I became a critic. Of what?
Of share market, of Bull,
Of Bear, of Woolf.