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Evening address : teachers day 2014

Sept 7 , 2014 
Pre script : we celebrated Teachers' day on 7th this year just to make use of sunday , and make the event grand  which included a painting and sketch competition for all kid of various schools of kharagpur and finally the cultural evening .Thank you Manish and his team for such a prolific arrangement and logistics.
Just sharing my part of the evening .

Respected  Deputy Director Prof. saubhik Bhattacharya ,Esteemed professors , my dear friends and colleagues and my youngers ,who are representing various schools of kharagpur - in each of you I see a future , a vision for a better society.

Before I start this evening note on behalf of Radhakrishnan hall of residence 

Carrying the culture and history , we continue to celebrate this evening as teachers' day : as a mark of commemoration to Dr S. Radhakrishnan : an Indian philosopher and statesman ,
1st vice -president and then president of India , spalding professor of eastern religion and ethics at oxford university and finally a teacher of harmony , love and global connectivity .

Today , as we come together on one to one platform , we should ensure that this day does not end up with just a mere celebration , music and exchange of gifts.

Rather it should be our duty to think and act beyond the conservative lines of formality.
As words never loose its value , as speeches put a mark of foot prints on sands of time , as the candle light to mark the beginning is flowering high , its high time for us to come together to take an oath for the sake of better world , better globe , better vision and a better society.
And the way to do this is alread found in our sacred books and literature .As Swamiji says and I quote : teach yourself first and then teach every one .
"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."

I and you 

Every one among us is a teacher as well as a student .

As a teacher , we need to be a reformed father , we need to be an epitome of love and care , as well as a symbol of discipline and dedication .As a teacher we need to be an instrument of imparting an art of living , living well . And as a student we need to be the carrier of this art of living , living well.

As a teacher , we need to be the theories and philosophy of life. As a student we need to be the elucidation . We need to be the illustration ,example and application of this theory and philosophy .

lee Iacocca , the renowned american businessman says and I quote :
"In a completely rational society, the best of us would be teachers and the rest of us would have to settle for something less, because passing civilization along from one generation to the next is the highest honor and the highest responsibility anyone could have.” 

A teacher always implies something .When he asks you to get out of the class ;he implies something. When he asks you to visit class on time , he implies something .When he monitors you , he implies something , when he scolds you , he implies something . As a teacher we need to be the symbol of implication and as a student we need to be the interpretation .
so allow me to welcome you all to this evening with a sloka 
ॐ सह नाववतु |
सह नौ भुनक्तु |
सह वीर्यं करवावहै |
तेजस्विनावधीतमस्तु मा विद्विषावहै ||
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः ||
That means 
 Let us both protect each other together! May both of us enjoy together! May both of us put our energies together! May our studies be radiantly glorious! May there be no hatred between us!
And here I conclude this evening note with a small attempt of poetry , I tried to encapture last night 

तुम जो 
रोज़ रोज़ वक़्त से दो मिनट पहले आते हो |
कायदे के किस्से सुनते हो 
वहीँ गिने चुने पुरानी गलतियों पे 
एक अमानती रौब से , चीखते -चिल्लाते हो |
तुम इतनी मुहब्बत कहाँ से लाते हो !

तुम हमारी तसब्बुर के 

प्रेरणा स्तम्भ हो |
तुम हो तो ये अंजुमन है ;
तुम से ये अंजुमन है |
तुम हो तो हमारे अफ़साने हैं , 
हमारी कामयाबियों के किस्से हैं |
तुम हो एक अजीज मुस्कराहट है 
एक अजीज दरियादिली है 
जो दर्द के सारे तार को 
स्पर्श मात्र से मोम कर दे |

तुम जो 

रोज़ रोज़ वक़्त से दो मिनट पहले आते हो |
कायदे के किस्से सुनते हो 
वहीँ गिने चुने पुरानी गलतियों पे 
एक अमानती रौब से , चीखते -चिल्लाते हो |
तुम इतनी मुहब्बत कहाँ से लाते हो !


  1. 'Culture' and 'Civilization' are often used interchangeably. However 'Culture' is human-made environment which includes all the material and non-material products of group life that are transmitted from one generation to the next, while 'Civilization' may be having better ways of living and sometimes making nature bend to fulfill our needs. That's why some HALLS consider themselves as civilized and it is reflected in their tempo shout after the events ;)


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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.

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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 …