Archive for March, 2010

Samundar and F.R.I.E.N.D.S., not the T.V. series

March 20, 2010

Am back…

Many of you people out there reading this post might be aware of the fact that I used to write time-pass Hindi poems during my 11th and 12th class… if you don’t, I am telling it to you now. I used to use my mobile phone a lot in those time. And it was the only source of entertainment that I had. These poems were written on the phone’s new msg editor by me in the time when I felt bored after solving a hectic amount of questions or if I wanted to rest for sometime after meals. Now, I do feel that some of you might have an apprehension that like my earlier post, this one might also turn out to be very long and elaborate like a report. But before you come to any conclusion, hold on your sigh, cause I will try to keep it as short and simple as possible.

Now this मुशयारी is one of my favourites. I had written this towards the end of my 12th class and had shared it (or text msgd it) to all my friends. It goes like this —
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Samundar kinaare baithe hain, kabhi toh leher aayagi. Apne saare puraane yaadon ko, pal mein baha le jaayegi.

Is Dil ka kya bharosa, pal bhar mein unhe bhula de, saare rishte naaton ko yeh, pal bhar mein hi jala de.

Sacchha rishta toh woh hai, judai ka gham jise tadpaati hai, doston yaaron ke ruh ke bina, viraaniyan jahaan cha jati hai.

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See, it was short as promised, wasn’t it. But please, let me describe it a little bit.

Here Samundar refers to the ocean of work and challenges which lie ahead of me after I pass out of school and enter college, away from home and family. So I am sitting at the edge of an ocean ready to face it and have engraved the golden memories of my school life and friends on the loose beach sand as a souvenir. this is because, the heart is very forgetful. It forgets all others when it is really engaged into some thing. Thats the weakness of the a human heart. But, one day, when a high tide comes, or should I say, I get really busy with my work, I might forget the memories while fighting them. And those waves would wash the sands away.

But, even if the memories are carried away, the loss of my friends will be deeply felt when I couldn’t find any of my dear friends around after the hard time has passed away. At that time, there would be no one to cherish with, there will be no one to rejoice with. There will be no one with whom I can spend some fun times. It will be all calm and quiet, and I will be left completely unaccompanied by them, and segregated.

Just on a lighter note, there is nothing too serious about it. As in, I am not really getting isolated from my friends. I still keep in touch with them through mails and mobile. Just wanted write a senti poem with a grave meaning, just like we had in 10th class literature subject. So thats all I wanted to write.

A friendly quote…

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A letter from a responsible Father to his son’s head master…

March 18, 2010

Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the head master of the school in which his son was studying,

He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero: that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader…

Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know a long time, but teach, if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value then five of found.

Teach him, to learn to lose…And also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach in the secret of quiet laughter.

Teach him, if you can the wonder of books…But also given quiet time wonder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hillside.

In a school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat…

Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if anyone else tell him they are wrong…

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough.

Teach him to listen to all men…But teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good one that comes through.

Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tear.

Teach them to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder but never to put a prize tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes the fine steel.

Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have some sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order, but see what can you do… He is such a fine little fellow, my son!

Dad

Now, this letter is very close to me as I had heard it while I was in my 9th class via one of my English teachers and had liked it very much. Its just today that incidentally, I got to read it after a long time. And I do feel the gravity of a responsible and affectionate father through Mr. Lincoln’s lines.

This letter is divided into many paragraphs, almost 12 of them in its body. Each expressing a different aspect of life. Each with a compelling power to think and to ponder upon. Each pregnant with meanings. Lines which reflect most of your own lives’. Ill try to explain what I conceived of them.

In the first two paragraphs, Mr.Lincoln speaks about his son to be taught to believe in truth and goodness. As he is a child, new to this world, innocent and truthful, he should be made aware of the fact that evil, atrocity, corruption and other unjust activities do exist in this world. People are there who carry out unjust activities on a selfish note. But he should have faith that even if evil exist in this world, there are angelic people too and this balance between the two kinds is the Law of this world. Indirectly somewhere, he tries to refer to the inner evil and the temptation towards bending down to it, which is prevenient in human blood (metaphorically speaking). But however overwhelming and attractive it may look, truth, goodness and honesty always prevails it. It may take a long time before he learns and experiences it himself. In this context, I must say, that I myself took a very long time to learn this, probably at the age of around 16 – 18 and I do believe that its better the earlier.

The 3rd paragraph refers to “take as it is and learn from it” characteristic. He says that one should cherish and rejoice his success, but keeping in mind not to hurt others morale or be selfish in actions. He also says not be disheartened in the case of failure, but to learn from it and to respect the fair success of the competitors. You may ask a question here that “ What if the other person won on grounds of unfair means, through unjust recommendations, through bribery ??? “. You can find a reference in the 5th paragraph, conveying that it is honourable to fail, than to win by cheating.

Mr. Lincoln also says that bookish knowledge does not complete our education. We also have to learn and appreciate Nature and its teachings and offerings to us. And its true, for example, modern aircrafts are being based on the principle on which birds are able to fly, underwater vessels are being closely related to aquatic animals’ movements. Nature has so much to offer to us and we should be greatful to It.

The next few paragraphs speak about the way he should behave in the society. The lines speak clearly for themselves and are very clear in their conveyance. The main part here is that one should be open to only the truth and should not believe in baseless rumours blindly however convincing they may seem to be. And even then, one should embrace the good part or the brighter side of it and disregard the rest. This is one of the key factors leading to sustained  happiness. It somewhere linked to the precautions taken following the first two paragraphs

The line “Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tear.” is my favourite lines. It’s so easy to read and admire it, but it is much more difficult to practice it in real life. Don’t believe me? try it for yourself. How deeply grave a person becomes when he is sad, and how desperately a person tries to hold back his tears when he feels like to shed them away. It is because of the prevalent norm in the society and the feeling of embarrassment that has led to such consequences. But have you ever wondered, how relaxed you feel when you let your emotions out, when you speak away what’s on your mind, when you get even a spark of happiness in your sad times??? I have felt the soothing effect. These attributes are build up within the individual and is very difficult to impart. Maybe that’s why, Even Mr. Lincoln wonders whether the school can teach that stuff to his son.

The next lines are self-explanatory and refer to the characteristics of a good human being. Only thing, that he has used heavy and complex predicates. 🙂

He also speaks about the importance of making people learn and understand in a balanced way, i.e. one should be “gentle in teaching but not liberal” in the approach. This is valid to all fields of teachings and learnings. It has been carried out since the ancient times. A student should be fairly rewarded for good work but should also be punished equally for a blunder or indiscipline according to me. Also, a liberal attitude towards a ward often results into a spoilt youth. And if you look around you, probably could find some examples. Also, austere and demanding behaviour towards them may lead to a lot of complications in the child’s behaviour including display of rigidness.

Finally, Mr. Lincoln couldn’t hold his emotions any longer and finally confesses that its a big task for both the headmaster and for his son to go through it. He knows it will be a difficult path for his son to follow, but he has no other option. And like any other parent, has faith in his child. And signs the letter as a “father “ (Dad) rather than Abraham Lincoln, President of United States. A thing to be noted.

It is the beauty and sincerity of the words that one needs to imbibe from this letter, rather than praising it for its sublimate characteristic. He has displayed the true will and the rightful responsibility of a caring and affectionate father towards his son.

The term education may have been used by one many a times. But very few people know its core meaning. Most of the time, it is misperceived as studies or knowledge or any other tangible means that assures a settled life. If you would ask any school student, Why they go to school, almost all would say to study. Maybe, even the parents send their children for the same reason. Ask yourself, or imagine yourself as a school student, the same question, probably the answer remains the same. How rarely do u find a student realizing the value and importance of education. Blame the society, blame the competition, but ultimately, its about you and you only who is responsible how you mature yourself. However big and heavy the books become as time passes in schools, let them advance the courses, the education still remains incomplete without the aspects of teachings brought about in the given letter.

Thus, what I feel, is  that Mr. Lincoln has described in his letter, a complete and ideal model of a complete, comprehensive and fruitful education.

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.  ~ Clarence Budington Kelland on his father


Devoid of Self-Confidence

March 3, 2010

Answer Paper distribution is one thing which takes away all the fun and frolic that goes on after the exams are over.Everyone get keen to know their performance.Every single person wants to outperform.Some know their fate while others hope for the best.But this time…………this time, it was not the same for me.

To be sincere, i had put on, what i think, is a sincere effort in this semesters first test, which was held for all subjects starting from the 19th of march to 24th. I was quite confident of my answers and was happy, compared to the last semester which was a disaster, that i saved this semester from catastrophe. But, fate was set to play a foul game with me.

It is Wednesday, 3rd of March 2010, when at once, papers of three subjects were distributed. I had faired bad in all of them. It was a shock, or should i say, a bolt from the blue. I could not figure out whether there was any fault in my preparation, or was it that the others have surpassed my academic level overnight. In either ways, I was the one who has to suffer. The saddest part is that the first paper i had received today was related to my branch and that’s where i have fared extremely horrible. And most of the blame goes to the teacher who has cut my marks just because she could not have understood my answer. I am petrified. Is this the way to start a semester??? I myself am felling ashamed of myself. I started crying.

I still remember the days when i was at home. Whenever something happened like this, my parents were always there to console me, comfort me, if they knew that i had put the effort from my side. It had happened to me sometimes before also. Then i would be with my mom, who would be going on consoling me. I could also see the sadness in her for me. That would give me the feeling that there is someone else also who shares your griefs with you, who really cares about you. They say, it feels better if you shed away some tears when you are depressed, when you are sad. But i realize now, that even that doesn’t work. Theres no one here who can lend me a shoulder to rest on and restore my confidence. Theres no one here who could say me not to worry. Every other student seems like a rival, who wants to get better marks that everyone else. They are nothing less than butchers, wanting to jump past over others. They do ask about each others marks, just to feel proud that they have left him/her behind, or to curse him/her if the other person has scored better. They can be companions, but not friends. They can be competitors, but not helpers.But that is how it works, that is how life runs here…

I feel lost in this huge world. In such situation, my Laptop becomes my best friend with whom, i can spend some time on, playing games, surfing the net, listening to music, writing a post in my blog… But that is just peripheral, which calms me down only from the outside.

In that case, I do realize, that the only person who could restore my confidence, who could bring back normalcy in my life, is none other than, myself…………………………..