Underrated Hero

 

It starts from the day we come into this world

and after that it lasts forever.

Father is not just a relation

but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.

We cannot thank you enough, ever.

 

You never stop watching over us, do you?

My childhood pictures were taken only by you.

In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger

and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.

No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .

 

Underneath that tough and quiet exterior

we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.

Yet your wish to make us better

asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?

That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.

 

Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,

at times harsh but always fair,

Father you are hard to comprehend.

I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair

and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.

 

No child can ever document their father’s role

because there are some things you just cannot express.

Words too have limitations after all

Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.

Father, the person we fail to call.

 

All we can say is a Thank You

and we will try to be a bit more like you.

It will be tough but it will be worth it.

Even though we don’t say this enough,

Father, we really really Love You.

 

You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.

-Nishant, The Son.

Word of the day

An old man sitting on the walkway,

Asked each passerby for a word.

Barely did anyone stop by,

For it seemed highly absurd.

I wrote on a piece of paper

And kept it in the old wrinkled hand.

Only to find out later

He could not comprehend.

In that moment, instead of being shy,

The old man smiled and asked for its meaning.

I explained but then I asked “Why?”

Said, “I am addicted to learning.”

 

~Each of us have something to teach but more importantly we all have so much to learn and not from only books or teachers but from each other as well.

Subtle Stories: The Teacher

Hi, my name is not important. What’s important is where I am today, where did I come from and who made all that possible. A journey of 10 years is what I am going to tell you now. Sit back, put your reading glasses on and if it suits you, keep a mild Piano music in the background (soothing). *Just a suggestion :P*

Far away from all the spotlight and development is a small town whose name is as per your liking (decided a name?, great). It lacks proper facilities, infrastructure, development and most importantly education. I come from that town, my hometown.

Year was 2005 and I was in junior high where I was only bothered with how to evade homework and pass time in merriment. It was natural for I was just 10 years old. I used to attend school regularly but I wasn’t going anywhere for I was being taught how to learn and memorize, not understand. Later in my life I will find out that the same is happening to the developed cities of the country as well but for now let’s stick to the boundaries of my hometown.

Despite being told by my school teachers as one of the smart kids of the class, I always felt indifferent for I knew this is not the best version of me. I was learning but only to jump standards (class) and not improve my standard of education. Fortunately, fate had something else in mind.

So there he was a boy who used to attend an English Medium school and was barely able to frame a correct sentence in English far from speaking it playing around the house as usual when he met this Man who had agreed to teach his sister Grammar and Literature.

He accidently entered the study room and grabbed his toys for an afternoon full of conquests and fun when he was called by this voice…

Come here, sweet kid!, What is your name?

(Not important)

Which standard are you in?

5th

Oh my! A big boy you are. I am your sister’s teacher and I teach Grammar and Literature at this Town’s oldest college. Do you know me?

No Sir.

Alright, my name is Shoumiran Mahanta. Tell me boy, can you help me a bit and write a few lines for me?

Of course Sir, I am very smart. I will do that but after that can I go and play?

Hahaha, okay you may.

The teacher asked him to write the basics of grammar and a few elementary statements which even a boy in 2nd standard should be able to. But due to the learnings he was getting he wrote incorrect English. On seeing his words the teacher who had been teaching for the past 35 years saw a potential, a flair.

My god!, Son, your English is very good but you can become even better. Maybe a writer one day. Do you wish to become a writer one day?

Certainly, said the innocent young boy.

Good, I shall teach you as well from tomorrow.

On hearing these words, he felt pain as of all his toys were taken away from him. But as agreed, he and the Teacher did start the very next day. For the next 5 years, the boy learned the meaning of learning. He was taught to understand the words and the meaning they concealed within themselves. He was taught to visualize while reading. He was taught the ways of this beautiful language called English. The teachers’ assessment was right, the boy did have potential and he helped him realise the same. 

5 years went by quickly, the 10 year old was now 16. He basically grew up in front of his teacher, a true teacher. To pursue higher studies he moved to developed cities but he never forgot the values his teacher had taught him.

High School, College and later on Professional life all came to him and guess what, the kid made a name for himself in all those places because of his command over the English language.

Today he works at one of the leading companies of the country, a small town boy who struggled to introduce himself once today is a part of a team which requires him to speak on a public forum on a daily basis. However, even today he still considers himself as a student of that Teacher who not only taught him literature and Grammar but also the values of life.

Yes, he learned not only to understand the words but the meaning of life, visualize not only stories but the world that surrounds.

“My god!, Son, your English is very good but you can become even better. Maybe a writer one day.”

These words spoken by the old teacher came true as well. That boy became a Poet, The Poet and the Pen. Even till this day I thank my lucky stars for giving me the opportunity to learn from a Teacher, a true Teacher, The Teacher.

Sir, Thank You so much for everything. I will always be grateful to you.

Yours Sincerely,

Sweet Kid.

Moral: A good teacher is like guide, A true teacher is like a guardian angel. A true teacher can make a student become the best version of himself. A true teacher always shows the tough path for he knows the destination is worth it and most importantly, a True teacher silently leaves when his work is done but it is the duty of the student to keep the teacher with him forever by always following what he had been taught. 

A Teacher-Student relation is greater than anything in the world.