I was going through the homework copies of my students of grade seven. Suddenly, Shristi stood up and shared that she was unable to do her homework. I asked for the reason and she replied that Sajesh, her classmate had taken her copy few days ago as he was absent for some days and had forgotten to bring her back day before yesterday. So she asked me to give her some time to complete it.
I shifted my look to Sajesh with the motive of asking the reason but before I could ask anything to Sajesh, Shristi mentioned that Sajesh had done her homework as well. It really surprised me as most of the times children don't like doing their own homework, why did he do that.
I asked for the reason and his answer just made me speechless.
He replied that it was his fault that he forgot to bring her copy when she had helped him and gave her's, so if the teacher would ask any justification with her it is his responsibility to correct his mistake.
How responsible a child can be?
He had written for her in some extra sheets of paper so that she could show it to me if in case I bother her with any justifications and then write again herself in her own copy.
How thoughtful a child can be?
He fulfilled his responsibility and at the same time thought about her responsibility as well that she needs to write herself.
On the other hand, Shristi could have shown me just the homework without revealing it as he had managed to write somewhat in her handwriting. But she chose to share the truth.
How truthful a child can be?
It's not just the education we share at school, the values are also shared. We not only teach and learn but feel as well. Some values and moment just touch our heart. We just want to capture those moments. And this moment was the same for me.
These cute little moments that I find in school created by children are what inspires me to continue my work.
The selfless love and the sense of responsibility shared by children are more than just precious.
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew
pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and
day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart
away!
~Thomas Moore
Thomas
Moore, so elegantly expresses his emotions for his deceased friend, I wish I
could do so. I wish I could share how I feel in his absence. I know the feeling
of being left over, yes! Left over, is so hard, in one way or the other we all
have gone through it. It’s so difficult when you know someone with whom you
have spent your wonderful time has left you, and the pain is even more when you
realize the person is never going to return. He will never do those things
again that he used to do, he now is just in your memory.
Recently Himal
Raj Kangdangwa, my college friend left me in a similar state. I spent my three
years in college with him. Even after college, we were always connected. During
those days, I never ever saw him being sad or lamenting over anything. He just
loved dancing and acting and used to be busy on that. Rest of the world would
never be a matter to him. Well, I preferred his dancing to acting. I used to
tell him he still need to work as an actor. Today when I went through all of
his works, which is easy as it's all in social media, I realize how much he had
transformed in these five years.
We had started
our career almost at the same time. I had started as a journalist and he as a
model of music videos. He always used to tease me by telling me to help him
promote his videos by making news on him and I always used to say “I don’t
belong to entertainment beat, so I can’t do anything on it.” My justification
wouldn't work on him, he never left teasing. So, I used to emphasize, “I don’t
write on reel life actors. You need to be a real life hero.” These words
wouldn’t affect him rather he would confidently say one day you will write on
me. I think I don’t need to say more. I am really writing on him.
Final day of our college
When I first met him, I had
a very negative impression about him. I found him as a guy who was not serious
about his career, his goals, who always used to flirt with girls. I guess, he
hadn’t left even a single girl of our college to flirt. I remember him praising
every girl with the tag Miss Universe. He used to go to every girl
and related her with the then Miss Universe. The interesting part was he never
used to know who actually the Miss Universe, even her name was. Once he was
caught for that and badly teased about it. I guess, he then never teased with
that tag, at least in front of us. But slowly, I along with my other friends
started to know about him and started to get connected with him. We, knew how
serious he was about his acting. How good he was as a friend. He was just
trying to make others laugh by flirting. Slowly, we had a good rapport with
him.
Get-together at Bhedetar. I vividly remember how he was able to lure the other groups with his dance moves.
I remember how he used to write answers in his exam. I had never found
such guy before. He would never read any of the novel or poems, as we were the
students of English Literature. He used to carry a Guess paper and
read that and ask others to translate it in Nepali for him. Interesting part
is, he used to write all the answers in Roman even in exams of English, and
only God knows how he would pass. Such a fun person he was. All these are a
mere memory now. He is just in our old photographs.
Today when I am writing this, I must beg sorry
with him as I am writing about him so late; today, when he is no more with us.
But, here I must acknowledge the fact that he was growing as a star and he
deserved more. I was waiting that one day surely he would be where he had seen
himself, as a star; a hero of kollywood.
A son of
a well-off family, he could have get anything if he could have got anything he
wanted without struggling as we know the context of Nepal. But he chose the way
of struggle. He struggled a lot to make a place; to make him known himself as a
rising star in other words to make his identity in the mass where everyday a
new model takes birth with the dream of being a star. There were several times
when he used to fail, but he was never disappointed, rather he grew with each
failure. He strived and thrived in the entertainment market and made his name
in the industry. He had slowly started to gain. Then there, comes the tragedy,
he had to leave in a terrible accident.
I know he would
have done more if he had been here. But what he showed us is, he lived every
bit of his life, each moment. His love for friends, music, dance and acting and
most be mentioned his love for food is what remains in us still today and even
in the days to come. He has taught me a lesson that life is too short to lament
on anything, live every moment of it.
I hope others who have known him closely too are
feeling the same right now. His new song, I don’t know whether it’s his last or
there are still some left to be released, made me reflect about his life more.
I analyzed his acting and realized how much he had grown in his career.
Definitely, just as the song says, “ marijane jindagi ho kati daar chaina” (
Life is mortal, so why to worry?)
I know he is never going to see this, and he is never going to tease me
again for his victory that I have written about him. I don't know how to
express the moments that we had spent and the struggles that he had done.
This is just a wordy tribute to a friend for his journey of
transformation.
Sujita....., I even don't know her full name. She showers me with her selfless love. Neither I teach her nor do I treat her any thing special. I am with her just the way I am with other kids but why does she treat me so special?
What does she see in me?
I feel like she deserves more. More love; which I think I am unable to give her in the comparison of her's how much I try. She never forgets to share the smallest bite of chocolate, which she gets from her friend. She has such a beautiful smile. Her beauty enhances when she jumps, dances here and there flaunting her messed up skirt. I find her even more beautiful when she leaps up to reach me whenever and wherever she sees me. She doesn't care my mood; whether I am sad, happy, hungry, bored, tired or exhausted. She just hovers around me; the most special behavior of her.
I want her this way every day. I want her to hang on me and drag me even on the day when I am crying because she is the one who has the power to do it and when she does that I am forced to smile. She has the strength to force me to let her sit on my lap and she makes me smile even on her force.
Cutting the story short; she is the one who brings smile on my face and happiness on my life. I may sound selfish when I say this, but I never want her to grow up. I want her innocence till the eternity. I am afraid her innocence may shorten with her growth or her innocence may convert into shyness or into some other behavior which may take away her carefree nature, which I don't want. I want her just the way she is now; sweet, innocent, stubborn, carefree.
I can't stop her from growing as it would be just like willing to take away her right to feel as a woman. I know she is going to turn into a beautiful woman inside and out. But I do wish that may the child inside her never grows. I wish her a very bright and happy future. I am thankful for the smile she brings on my face.
Before I leave this day in the dust, I will remember the people and things that gave me the reason to smile. Let me not run out from the reasons to smile.
