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Dear Sir…


Dear Sir,
Today as you ought to go,
Here’s something,
We want you to know…

Well yes!!  We are aware.
Accolades and adulation have always made you glare.

Humble as you have always been…
But this time we have got to say it and we are really keen.

We have experienced your commitment and honor to your duty,
We have witnessed you execute with courage, conviction and tenacity.

We have admired your powerful persona,
all pragmatic & par-excellence.
And we consider ourselves extremely privileged,
to have had your able guidance.

We will miss your fine example.
We will miss the wisdom you gave.
Our pleasant memories of you,
We will cherish and carefully save.

Well…Good byes are not forever.
& Good byes are not the end.
They simply mean we will miss you.
Until we meet again

So we wish you Dear Sir…
All success in whatever you do,
& we pray for your wellbeing all life through!!

PS:
This was a poem I wrote for a wonderful Teacher who taught more than just lessons to us. He Taught us Life. But I could never muster courage to give that to him on the last day of our class.
Yet that turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as I had to mail this to him later, when my friend coaxed me relentlessly. I got a wonderful reply that I have been reading for more than 300 times in the last 365 days that passed 🙂
His thoughtful reply has seen me go from success to failure with equal enthusiasm and equanimity. While his words echo in my ears…“Give yourself the freedom to fail and let the fear of failure not hold you back. Give it your best and let destiny decide the rest.”
Well Sir, I have given myself this freedom, much more than you could have ever advised me to 😛
But then despite those failures, I have always felt that atleast I haven’t held myself back!

Many teachers came and went by, while I went on from being shy to reticent.
Neither Me, Nor could they, create a space for each other in our heads and hearts.  They struggled to forget my name, as much as I do today to remember theirs! 😛  They made me feel pathetic, Terrible.

But Sir, with you…My Name becomes a symphony when you remember and call out. It’s a splendid surprise to think that amongst the thousands of students you have taught over the years, you cared to remember mine…

That moment I want to do all the hard work in the world and do all the Good work on this Earth and make you Proud of me…as much as I am proud of you today. And then I want you to remember my name for ever 🙂
And Sir, with this, you transform me from Terrible to Terrific.

Perhaps that is what a Teacher is all about… Pure and Godly.

So Sir, I wish… I live up to your hopes and…
this Teacher’s Day,
I just want to say..
HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY TO THE BEST TEACHER ON EARTH!
HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY, SHABBIR SIR!!

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No dream too distant…


Almost half a year gone by…when I had to relinquish all that i was passionate about in this world…except ‘that one dream’ which dragged me along this way…

The Day of Deliverance came and went …but the question mark remained as glaring as it ever could be… 😦

In the heat of the June Sun…squatting on one of the million  footpaths of Delhi…for not less than three hours that sunday…I was trying to figure out…”whether time changed me or I could change the time?”…

just 2 years back I could never imagine myself here…never crossing a street alone without panicking, never travelling places without biting off my nails…never fending for myself without grumbling about life….

But LO!

things change…and change they do…pretty fast!!!

Nibbling on the dry cake slices…trying to quell my rumbling stomach…I was nervous trying not to get nervous…

As I frantically turned the pages of my book…I was reminded of those days when daddy would stuff the pulaw into my mouth…rattling on formulas…

These breaks between 2 seatings of an exam would drive me nuts…all the more with tons of people around… pampering me with all their attention… 🙂

Now, there was no time to act jittery…no time to indulge in nervousness…

I was supposed to be a big girl and act like one as well… :P:(

I  couldn’t afford to cry…I couldn’t afford being a delicate darling…

I had to put up a brave face, manage a plastic smile….and epitomize nerves of iron …while the life changing moment awaited me…

There were some pretty sophisticated girls in there too…munching on sandwiches…enjoying the ac of their SUV…as I shook of the ants that fell upon me from the tree above…while I clung to the Footpath on the dirty newspaper…looking like one on a Hunger strike… 😛

But somehow it did not invoke even a tinge of sadness in me…I smiled at myself!

The day that I wished to live…would be the day… when I would pull down the window glass of my car to take a look at the country crowd…while they would consider me the raison’ d etre of their happiness and welfare….

and the day that is to get me this day, is the day I’m squatting on the footpath staring into this SUV…trying hard to see through the dark glass…thinking…”will that girl in there be able to make it to glory….will she see be able to see the burning problems of the people…never having tanned herself in the sun…”

Such a peculiar dream it was…it would lead me to a Crystal Palace ….but the pavement is full of shards of glass… and there’s only this one way…I’m not allowed any slippers ..nor do I have any iron feet…the only thing I can ask for and would be granted is an Iron will….

Now its time for me to choose…

But I want to go in…go in there desperately…coz if I dont..this dream would always remain a dream so distant, as painful when wide awake …as blissful when in slumber…. 😦

I will have to go…the Crystal Palace is calling me…

But so tough it is…they ask me “shed thy blood but never thy tear…”

And so I tread on…on shards of glass tearing my feet apart…but there’s immense pleasure…astounding bliss with each bleeding drop…and So I would never stop until I claim  that crystal throne in that crystal palace …”

…..The bell rung…time flew by…the bell rung again…

and I started walking…for one of the few times, knowing exactly where to go…fearlessly crossed d road…bargained with the auto-walla bhaiya..for every single penny…(earning and not earning had taught me the difference well !! 😛 )

Reached home…

Didn’t know how I had fared…and didn’t want to know either…

With every single moment…the anxiousness driving me crazy…i just wanted to survive with the hope I had borrowed from God..

It could be so..that I would be led to my Crystal Palace…It could be what I had long desired, It could be what I had long deserved….or it could simply be His grace…a miracle…

The rules are fair…but they are fairly tough as well…

It could be so..that they shoo me away rite at their doorstep….I might  have had trodden the tortuous path…I might have had shed my blood…

But they might say…I didn’t follow their rule…I shed my blood…but I might have shed my tear as well…

hmmmmm….a deep sigh was all I could afford to have….soaked in sweat, drenched with doubts…

But somewhere my heart said…”while worrying about the Life full of exams…I had somehow miraculously passed in the exam of life”… 🙂

I had learnt to be on my own…I had learnt to bear a frozen heart when things turned out exactly the opposite of what I wished for….I had learnt to burn in nervousness while braving the sweetest smile ever… 🙂

…I could see the crystal doors now…opening and closing at their fancy…

I could not see myself in there…But atleast I could see those doors..

I knew I wasn’t there yet…but I knew…it wasn’t far off either…and one of these days I was going to make it through that Crystal door….and claim that Crystal palace forever… 🙂 🙂

My dream may be distant…

but I am equally adamant… 😀

i have nurtured within me the patience to wait…

And i know …my Iron Will will change my fate…

Yeah!!

No dream is too distant to achieve …

Only if you believe!!