Wednesday, September 12, 2012

BORN TWICE!!!



We all have our Birthday. It’s the day, we arrive physically in this world. Almost all living being have this Birthday. But Human being is blessed, he can be born Twice!!!.

Bhagat Singh was born twice, first on 28-Sept-1907, Second on the day he ran away from his home leaving behind a note with words …”आजादी हि मेरी दुल्हन हैं”.

Mahatma Gandhi was born twice, first on 2-Oct-1869, Second on the day he decided to abandon the carrier of a Lawyer and became a morals/spiritual person.

Swami Vivekananda was born twice, first on 12-Jan-1863, Second on 25-Dec-1886 when he took sanyas.

It’s our second birth that defines our purpose of being on the Earth. Our parents give us first birth, but we give ourselves second birth by our Hard work, Devotion, Passion, Courage and Craziness.


FIRST BIRTH MAKE US MORTAL, SECOND BIRTH MAKE US IMMORTAL!!!



Happy Second Birthday to all my friends…………. J







Monday, September 3, 2012

TRIBUTE TO MY BEST TEACHER: MRS. KANDWAL

गुरुगोविंद दोनों खड़े, काके लागूं पाँय  
बलिहारी गुरु आपनो, गोविंद दियो मिलाय


This Doha is crystal clear explanation of the importance of a Teacher in Indian culture. Teaching in India is considered the most Sacred Discipline. It’s never considered a profession. It’s considered a service, to Society, to Nation, and to God. Teachers in India have always been poor and simple as it is very common phrase in India….. सरस्वती के पुजारी से लक्ष्मी दूर रही हैं!


On the occasion of Teacher’s Day(5 September), I would like to write few words about my best Teacher.



My best Teacher is Mrs. Kandwal, She used to teach us Hindi in my school, Sri Guru Ram Rai Public School, Race Course, Dehradun. She taught me in 9th and 12th.  Before writing about her I would like to explain a scene.

You are visiting a market and suddenly you saw your former Teacher, what could be your possible reaction?

When you saw him, you may get angry and start to curse him inside your brain. You hate him/her, this could be the saddest possible case. Then there is a type of teacher whom you may IGNORE. You feel he did nothing special for me. Then there is another teacher whom you may greet him. Then there is another teacher, whose feet you touch, and feel excited to meet him. Finally there is a teacher whom when you see even in the busiest place, you stops, approaches her and put your head on her feet. This class of teacher is my Best teacher. Such teacher does not teach subject, they teach life, they teach Character. Their conduct is guiding light for their student in the darkest hour of life.

There are few incidences/Observances of mine, when I was studying under her, these are as follow:

In my class it was self evident to each student that Harendra Singh Bisht is favorite student of Hindi teacher Mrs. Kandwal and vice –versa. During those days (and even today J) I was very proud of this fact, but there was one thing which always hurt me in those days. Though I was best student of Hindi and favorite student of Mrs. Kandwal, yet she never ever gave any preference or favor to me, I was always treated like other students. She never differentiated between any student, the worst performing student and I was given same treatment. This behavior of her, I could never, understood in those days. I always thought she should give me preference over other student because I was best and most Hardworking student of Hindi and also her favorite student.

But today I understand the significance of her treatment toward me. She was a teacher; her Dharma was to give knowledge to each and every student with same devotion and affection. She performed her duty exactly as per the Dharma of a teacher. I have seen that even very intelligent teacher forgets one thing, that they are teacher, of every student, of the best performing student and of the worst performing student. Most often teachers like best performing student of the class and dislike the student performing poorly in the class, this leads a teacher away from the path of Dharma. My teacher Mrs. Kandwal seems to know this fact well, thus her Love/Service/Affection was evenly distributed among all her students, no differentiation was done, not even on the basis of Merit. She was like mother for all students.


I never saw her sitting Idle in the class. She always used to finish syllabus 2 month before the exam, and in the next 2 months she used to engage students in Discussions/ Debate and quarries related to various topics from our syllabus and other social/political issues. In India, where our education system rarely engages students in discussion, she used to encourage each student to stand up and make a point. The devotion that she had for her work can be explained by only one word…WORSHIP. Today whenever I see people saying “WORK IS WORSHIP”….her face flashes in my mind like that of Mother goddess.


She used to take our first class in the morning. She was never late in the class. One day she came to class with bandage on her Right hand and forehead. She took the class, taught us with same passion and devotion, exploring each line of the chapter in depth. When class was over I along with my few friends went to her and asked what happened? Why she has bandages over her arm and forehead? She told us that she met with an accident on the way to the school. She came to school, got herself bandage using First-Aid box, kept in the school and was in the classroom exactly on the time. Her dedication toward her work was similar to that of a Soldier of army. Today when someone say to me that teaching is very easy and comfortable Job, I pity on his thinking.


On teacher’s day we (Students), used to bring gift for our best teacher’s, we used to gift them Statue, Pen and other items. I remember when I was in 12th I too bought a pen for Mrs. Kandwal, I was very excited. As soon as she entered the class in the morning we wished her and presented her the gift. Along with me many other students have also brought some gift for her, but she refused to take the gifts, when we insisted she said “I have never and will never take any gift”, your (student’s) love and respect is my best gift. During those days we used to think these words as useless. But today when we (all her student) are all thrown in the battle of life and every day we hear of corruption in India, then I have all my hopes only on such humble teacher.   

People say teaching is a job with limited work, and very good comfort. They are wrong. A teachers’ goal is to shape human mind, to shape human character, and hence the Character of Society and the Entire Nation. Where is the limit of such work?? A teacher has to make new Vivekananda, new Tagore, new Einstein, new Sachin, new Ambedkar, new Abdul Kalam…where is the comfort for a teacher? Teaching is not a Job its TAPASYA, its SADHANA.