It has been nearly 2 months since this blog was launched at spur of the moment. Managing this blog has been a roller coaster ride so far. Preoccupations of work, network problem in a very arduous area from where the blog has so far been written, and quite a few unwilling alumni have all helped in making the blog what it has turned out to be!!! But the positives have been far too many to bother about the negatives and so I have carried on and intend continuing, of course with the support and encouragement from friends. Mentioning some would undermine the contribution of others. So, thanks to everyone who has written even a word of encouragement. However, there is a niggling thought in my mind and I just want to share it.
We all human beings can compare ourselves with a TREE with Roots, Branches and Flowers & Fruits. Whatever fragrance or goodwill we are spreading is only because of the strength given to us by our roots and the kind of flowers that we have grown up to produce, by virtue of our qualification, profession and the position that we are in today. Can we, for even a moment, undermine the importance of any of these roots, branches or flowers while defining ourselves? I am sure the answer would be a big 'NO'. Then why does one get the feeling that may be some of the alumni are not too willing to associate themselves with the school (which is without doubt our Root) and idea of reconnecting with their school class fellows? While many of the old school fellows have shown such enthusiasm that can stir a revolution, there are some who have only given out negative vibes despite numerous calls and mails. Is it because of their incidental preoccupation over the last 60 odd days that they could not even go on to the blog and give a feedback, leave alone inputs? Some have doubted the very purpose of the blog and the blog master having some selfish designs!!!!! Why this hesitation or doubt?
One is not directing this query at anyone in particular as one need not bother about unwilling workers, but just wondering if there is anything worth feeling awkward about our Alma Mater. A school, which has produced a long list of Professionals, Civil Services Officers, Successful Managers, Entrepreneurs, Armed Forces Officers and so on, from within the batches from the initial stage of its inception; not to talk of the prestigious place it occupies in the list of Educational Institutions in Chandigarh today, is sure worth feeling proud of. This, despite the fact that it is a Govt. School that has functioned with scarcity of resources and has never encouraged its students to show off the financial prosperity of their parents and guardians. A school that has not got into “the business of imparting education” by organising fêtes, Car Rallies or other frivolous activities to gain popularity in media.
Many a times in our lives we get so embroiled in our day to day chores that our past begins to fade in our memory, something that needs to be cherished because I believe that when we become old and start tracing the path of our journey of life, it should not happen that the beginning itself appears blurred. The efforts to learn how to write an “A”, the cursive writing to form a word, the endless use of a pencil and eraser to draw a straight line, the favourite and the dreaded teachers, childhood sweetheart, the feeling on hearing the final bell indicating end of the school day; all these activities are still happening in our life but at a different level and we seem to be enjoying it today. So, what better way to cherish those days gone bye, than to sit with the people who shared your desk and class room and chat; a pleasure you can’t derive chatting with the wealthiest or the most powerful person in the world. I leave the thought open for all of you to dwell on. I may be over reacting or may be opening a channel of thought. But I am doing loud thinking and the thoughts are all mine.
We all human beings can compare ourselves with a TREE with Roots, Branches and Flowers & Fruits. Whatever fragrance or goodwill we are spreading is only because of the strength given to us by our roots and the kind of flowers that we have grown up to produce, by virtue of our qualification, profession and the position that we are in today. Can we, for even a moment, undermine the importance of any of these roots, branches or flowers while defining ourselves? I am sure the answer would be a big 'NO'. Then why does one get the feeling that may be some of the alumni are not too willing to associate themselves with the school (which is without doubt our Root) and idea of reconnecting with their school class fellows? While many of the old school fellows have shown such enthusiasm that can stir a revolution, there are some who have only given out negative vibes despite numerous calls and mails. Is it because of their incidental preoccupation over the last 60 odd days that they could not even go on to the blog and give a feedback, leave alone inputs? Some have doubted the very purpose of the blog and the blog master having some selfish designs!!!!! Why this hesitation or doubt?
One is not directing this query at anyone in particular as one need not bother about unwilling workers, but just wondering if there is anything worth feeling awkward about our Alma Mater. A school, which has produced a long list of Professionals, Civil Services Officers, Successful Managers, Entrepreneurs, Armed Forces Officers and so on, from within the batches from the initial stage of its inception; not to talk of the prestigious place it occupies in the list of Educational Institutions in Chandigarh today, is sure worth feeling proud of. This, despite the fact that it is a Govt. School that has functioned with scarcity of resources and has never encouraged its students to show off the financial prosperity of their parents and guardians. A school that has not got into “the business of imparting education” by organising fêtes, Car Rallies or other frivolous activities to gain popularity in media.
Many a times in our lives we get so embroiled in our day to day chores that our past begins to fade in our memory, something that needs to be cherished because I believe that when we become old and start tracing the path of our journey of life, it should not happen that the beginning itself appears blurred. The efforts to learn how to write an “A”, the cursive writing to form a word, the endless use of a pencil and eraser to draw a straight line, the favourite and the dreaded teachers, childhood sweetheart, the feeling on hearing the final bell indicating end of the school day; all these activities are still happening in our life but at a different level and we seem to be enjoying it today. So, what better way to cherish those days gone bye, than to sit with the people who shared your desk and class room and chat; a pleasure you can’t derive chatting with the wealthiest or the most powerful person in the world. I leave the thought open for all of you to dwell on. I may be over reacting or may be opening a channel of thought. But I am doing loud thinking and the thoughts are all mine.
dear sir,
ReplyDeleteyou have made a splendid effort and we stand by you in carrying on the good work, so do not step backwards this has to go on what ever anybody may think. from the depth of our hearts, we really acknowledge the moral and cultural values embedded in us during our school days. so go on, we are with you.
sandeep
Lage Raho Bhai Hum Tumhare Saath Hain.
ReplyDeleteYou took us to our golden years we spent in our school with wonderful friends.
"Woh dosto ki mehfil, Woh muskurate pal.
Dil se juda hai apna bita hua kal.
Kabhi zindagi guzarati thi, hasne hasaane mein,
Aaj waqt guzarta hai kagaj ke tukde kamane mein."
Kuch to log Kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna.
"Pain of missing friends is realised when you are alone watching a gang of friends enjoying in front of you and you remembering the past which you spent with your friends."
ReplyDeletebash on regardless
ReplyDeleteCarry on regardless
ReplyDeleteDont care about achieving less
as less is more of none at all
your efforts will bear fruit after all.