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Teacher's Day : Evening address

Happy teachers' day.Sharing my evening speech :
Netaji Auditorium, IIT Kharagpur
Sept. 5


Good evening 
and a warm welcome to our esteemed professors , my dear colleagues and friends.
I will start with a question .
 whom does this day exactly  remember : an Indian philosopher and statesman  or the first vice president and then the president of India ,or Spalding Professor of Eastern Religion and Ethics at Oxford University  or a teacher of harmony ,love and global connectivity Dr.S. Radhakrishnan.

This day belongs to a teacher first then any thing else .
And a teacher  is like a ladder that leads you to realm of being. we are Indebted to our parents for living but again we are indebted to our teachers for living well.We get love and care from them but again we learn to respond , to act and to perform  from our teachers.

A teacher is every where with us .Yes in our dreams as a conscience , in our daily day as a discipline , in our objectives as a passion , in our stories as a mentor and in our histories as Alexander.

A teacher is every where with us .When we fall ,he is there Not in form of picking hand rather an echo that questions our being " WHY DO WE FALL BRUCE" 
"THAT WE CAN LEARN TO PICK OURSELVES UP."
He is there in your father who instigates you to have a dream
"You got a dream... You gotta protect it.If you want somethin', go get it.

And when ever I peek up to a goal , to a passion I imagine my teacher .One day he wrote this on my desk 
" what ever you vividly imagine ardently desire sincerely believe and enthusiatically act upon inevitably must come to pass". and this is the core of education as dictated by Swami Vivekananda ,a teacher who taught this world a larger perspective of vedanta ,of religion and education . " education is manifestation of perfection already in man."

A teacher is there to remind history to stay focused to its promises.Here I am taking one excerpt of the hindu , 

President Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, while addressing the first convocation of the second 
IIT, IIT Bombay at Mumbai, on December 22, 1962, warned both India and the IITs against drifting from their original promise, “The strength of a country is judged not by the number of millionaires it has created, but by the poverty it has eliminated.” And yet, both India and the IITs have drifted away from their original goals.
So we are here today .

we are here today and we need the teacher within us to keep this promise uphold , to bring this promise back to track.

A teacher is not a professional , rather a larger perspective .A perception that contains discipline , humanity , ethics and a realm of love.And   our nation deserves this in each and every sector of work.

On this serene evening , lets make an oath to bring out the teacher within us.lets make a promise to stay true to our heart and soul. 

The way to do that is found in your own sacred books. Teach yourself, teach everyone his real nature, call upon the sleeping soul and see how it awakes. Power will come, glory will come, goodness will come, purity will come, everything that is excellent will come when this sleeping soul is roused to self-conscious activity.

and remember 

When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.


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मगर हर आने वाले से पूछ लेता हूँ 
 "माचिस है?" 
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जो कोई तन्हा…

AMRITA PRITAM :A Diary Entry

"There was a grief I smoked
in silence, like a cigarette
only a few poems fell
out of the ash I flicked from it."
:Amrita pritam

The afternoon of october 31,2005, literature sensed the demise of an embodiment that was capturing the intensity of social dilemma, emotions of feminism and precisely the perpetual state of love making since time immemorial.

Those days I started nourishing my keen interest in hindi literature through translated works of this lady.  To be more qualitative behind the every craftsmanship that I started edging out with time , behind the reflection that my lines managed out of emotional and relational dictum there lies some inspiration .

Writings of Amrita Pritam were not like advises rather a demand redefining the norms and the social structure.
Today I erased my house number;
gifted the street plate
 to the long grown darkness.
And identity that defines
the road to my street
I immersed that to tidal waves.
Yet I have an answer
to your desperation to meet …

मौत कोई कविता नहीं है |

पिछले एक महीने में आई आई टी  खड़गपुर से दो छात्रों के सुसाइड की खबर, खबर से कहीं  ज्यादा उस एक सत्य की तलाश भी है जिसे हम आपने अर्सों से झुठला रखा है | लेकिन हर बार घूम फिर के सारा दोष संस्थान पे फेक देना भी उतना ठीक नहीं है | कभी कभी ये भी जरुरी है की हम अपना आत्मविश्लेषण करें - आखिर क्या कमी रह गयी जो हम एक लम्हे भर के आक्रोश को रोक नहीं पाए | एक छात्र का निर्माण घर से शुरू होता है, कॉलोनी वाले , आस पड़ोस वाले उसके इंस्पिरेशन बनते हैं और कहीं न कहीं सफलता की परिभाषा भी उसी दौड़ में गढ़ी जाती है | स्कूल आपका स्तम्भ है, कॉलेज उसपे पताका बांधता है | ऐसे में हर बात पे आई आई टी को सारा दोष देना भी तो ठीक नहीं | एक छात्र की हार में जितना जिम्मेदार कॉलेज है उतना ही उसका पिता भी, उसका परिवार भी, उसका समाज भी, उसका स्कूल भी | क्योंकि इनसब ने मिलकर तय किया था सफल होना , बुलंदियों को छूना, और जीतना का एक फ़र्ज़ी डेफिनिशन |

मौत कोई कविता नहीं है | 

वो इस सदी का सबसे बेवक़ूफ़ शायर है
जिसने कह रखा है
"मौत तू एक कविता है |"
मौत कोई कविता नहीं है
कविता है - मौत के खिलाफ विद्रोह |
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