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“Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.” ― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

Tag: Inspiration

THE UNTOLD STORY

Sir hum soch rahe the ki hum  kar kya rahe hain.  Hum writer bannaa chaahthe hain lekin Q.E. ka kaam kar rahe hain technopark mein. Aur roz office aakar computer ke saame baite excel sheets barthe hain. Na to hamaara writing improve ho raha hain sir, na  aage ka koi opportunity mil raha hain. Kab tak aur kaise chalega sir.

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NOTHING LIKE A HANDWRITTEN LETTER – III

A page from Karthik’s journal

7th June, 2007

THE GRADUATION DAY

Today was our graduation day. It’s a day every student cherishes for his lifetime. We all knew that this was a significant milestone in our life. There was a sense of accomplishment that we had earned the degree. There were parents who just couldn’t hide their happiness.

Richard Sir stood tall, his eyes gleamed with pride and tears as Praveen stepped forward to receive his degree certificate. He was happy for Praveen, Happier than his parents. Praveen came downstairs. He was all tears. Richard Sir comforted him. That moment had to be captured.

We as students loved him and held him in high regard for what he was but, what he did to Praveen was something very special – To forgive.

He was found guilty for stealing the semester test papers. He was reported for indulging in malpractice. The Disciplinary committee was immediately called. He was enquired. His parents were dragged into the enquiry for no fault of theirs. Utterly humiliating questions were asked. They hung their heads down in shame. Had it not been for Richard Sir he would have been expelled from college. He convinced the committee members to be a little considerate about his future and career. The punishment was reduced to awarding a zero in all the papers he had registered for in that semester. It meant that he had to appear for twelve papers in the last semester. Both his parents were hurt and betrayed beyond what one could imagine. They were far far severe in punishing him. He was forsaken. They stopped talking to him. He was so broke. He did not talk to any of us in class.

More than anything else it was the guilty feeling that was killing him from inside. Richard Sir was the only person who could help him out. I sought his help. He forgave him and gradually helped him come out of his guilt-ridden thoughts. He motivated him, encouraged him, and pushed him hard to do well in the examinations. During the semester examinations Praveen stayed at Richard Sir’s place more than his home. Clearing twelve papers in a semester was not an easy ask by any means but, he succeeded. Richard Sir had promised that he would talk to his parents if he gets through in the semester examinations. He kept his promise but, they weren’t willing to accept him as a son. They were stubborn. Persuading them wasn’t easy for Richard Sir either. It took some time but, eventually they did forgive him.

Today he has completed his graduation. There no words to express the happiness and pride I see in his face. Not only Praveen all his students have a story to tell.  They all want to take a photo snap with him. What on earth could be more satisfying for a teacher? I am grateful to have been his student. He is my inspiration and my role model. I dream of becoming a lecturer like him.

Karthik

To be continued…

NOTHING LIKE A HANDWRITTEN LETTER – II

Just then I received a call. I was so freaking excited. I picked it on the first ring.

“Hello… Karthik, is that you? Have you reached the station? Where are you? Where should I pick you up…?” I kept going

“Hello…Wwaait…Will you please let me say something?”

“I am sorry, Who is this?”

“Hi Praveen, This is Varun, a friend of Karthik’s. He couldn’t make it to the reunion due to unavoidable circumstances. However, he asked me to deliver a letter to you. Where should I find you?”

It was sheer disappointment for me “I am standing near the Main Hall entrance.” I sounded rather despondent.

“Okay. I’ll come” He hung up.

I received the letter from Varun. The letter had Karthik’s beautiful handwriting. It read.

Dear Praveen,

I was so delighted to receive your letter. My heart jumped out with joy, Happiness knew no bounds. I knew that you would find me some day or the other no matter how far I stayed way from the world. 

I always wanted to pursue a career in teaching. Richard Sir was my role model and my inspiration.  You knew that better than anyone else but, the world saw it the the other way round. People thought I had ruined my life by not opting to attend interviews for MNCs which recruited software engineers. I was looked down upon. I just couldn’t convince them that I didn’t want to follow the herd. What hurt me the most was even people who had a strong desire and a passion towards this profession were fast giving up. They were being lured by fat salaries other jobs offered. It was so easy for them to give up their passion for materialistic gains. A career in teaching isn’t a lucrative one, that’s what they had to say. I feared being a victim of circumstances, changing world and changing people. I  shut myself down from the world. In the process I lost touch with a true friend. 

Anyways I am doing good now. Amidst all the hardships I’ve made it through. The dream has come true. You’d be psyched to know that I work as a lecturer in a college now. I enjoy working here. I have all kinds of students in my classes – Curious, Gifted, The special needs, Notorious, Arrogant, Humorous, Aspiring ones, Bookworms… Each day with them is a learning experience for me. Its  a challenge too. 

My dear friend, You’ve taken hell a lot of trouble to invite me to this reunion. How could I ever say no I’m very much here. I could have told you all this in person but, there is nothing like a hand written letter. As you finish reading this letter look up. 

Karthik

Was it a dream? Hell, no… He was standing right in front of me.  Tears of joy shone my eyes. A few things never change with age one of them was Karthik’s candid smile.

“Richard Sir would be so happy for you.” I said

“Where is he? I am dying to meet him.”

To be continued….