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  • anupamsabhivyakti 113w

    Transform within to transform outside

    Amrita was a very quiet girl. She used to speak only that much what was required. She didn't have any close friends in her class. Looking at the other class mates, who made a lot of noise, she got very upset. But she couldn't do anything. As she knew if they didn't listen to the teachers why they would listen to her.

    She used to be so irritated that she even forgot to smile.

    A new teacher came in the class. The students made a lot of fun of the teacher and teased him with various pranks. She was surprised to see that the teacher was neither angry nor upset of these behaviours but he laughed with the children. After the class was over, she went to that teacher and said, "Sir, if you don't mind can I have a little time of yours?"

    The teacher said, "Yes dear, why not? Is there any doubt in the chapter that we started just now?"

    She replied, "No sir, it's not related to that. But I have never met anyone like you yet. I have seen people getting infuriated with the misbehaviour and pranks but you took everything as if that was the part of the lesson."

    The teacher said with a smile, "Oh! So you want to know why I didn't get angry. Ok dear. I'll definitely answer to your query. Let's get back to the class and call all your friends there."

    She asked everyone to come back to the class and take their seats as the teacher had asked. The teacher came after a few minutes with a few saplings.

    The kids started to laugh again shouting, "The English teacher will teach us Botany today."

    The teacher whispered something to all the saplings that he had arranged on the table. He took one and threw it in the dustbin. He called three children and gave them a sapling each to plant them in the side lanes of the school. Then he called Amrita and asked her to keep a sapling with her. One sapling was in the hand of the teacher and one was still lying on the table.The children got curious now and remain silent to check what was going to happen with all those saplings.

    Now the teacher asked, " Can anyone tell me which one is going to be a huge tree, which will remain as a shrub and which will be a climber?"

    One child said, "Sir, how can we tell that? They are all similar and we don't know which one will survive and which will fail in the struggle of existence."

    The teacher commented, "Yes, that's the point. We don't know which sapling is going to be what so we are no one to comment about their future at this stage."

    One girl stood and asked, "Sir, you threw one sapling in the dustbin. Please tell us, why did you do that?"

    The teacher said, " Good! You observed that." He took out the sapling from the dustbin and asked to the students, "Do you think this one can survive? Look at it's tender leaves and almost dried stem."

    Few said yes, a few no but many were still doubtful. The teacher gave that sapling to one of the students who was making a lot of noise in the last period. He said to him, "You have to take care of this. Make sure that it survives and flowers."

    Then he addressed the whole class, " Dear children, with this I just wanted to show you that you all are like these tender saplings and the future of that depends on who is taking care of them and how the care is taken. So if you are bored, uninterested or noisy the problem is not with you but with the one who is tending you. And to look after any of the saplings you need the basic thing that is patience.

    When I came in the class I was sure that you would misbehave as it's my first class today. But dear children, it's not my first time. I've been dealing with kids like you for more than fifteen years. And that experience has taught me that everyone needs time to adjust. So to make you comfortable I've to adjust first. To bring out the best from you, I have to show my best to you."

    He continued, " One of your friends wanted to know how I was so calm and in such a good mood even after you made so many jokes of me. I was judged by you all with my outlook, you didn't know me well, so you did what you could do. But I have assessed myself many more times than you all, I know myself better than you, so why should I get upset or infuriated with what you commented about me."

    There was pin drop silence in the class now. All the eyes were at the teacher and all the ears were patiently listening to him.

    The teacher took a little pause and then said, " Dear children, to bring any change outside we need to transform ourselves first. If I myself am not prepared for the circumstances and their consequences, how can I expect the circumstances or the people around me to favour me. My area of possession is only around myself, neither the situation nor the people. Look at yourself. Who are you? What's the purpose of your life? What are you doing now and preparing for the future? Assess yourself. This is called introspection. So start working on yourself rather than judging others. That's not your area of control. Now I hope you have understood my point and will take care of the saplings that I have given you. All the best."

    The whole class stood up and clapped loudly for the teacher. Some of them had tears in their eyes. After a month all the saplings had grown into beautiful plants. A few were seasonal flowering plants and the others were going to be huge trees.
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

    कुछ भीनी यादें, तनहा लम्हों में भी
    तेरे होने का एहसास दिलाती हैं,
    तेरे मीलों दूर चले जाने के बाद भी,
    तेरी उपस्थिति दर्ज़ कराती है।

    अनुपम मिश्र
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

    तू सिद्दत से मांग तो सही,
    वो तेरे इंतज़ार में हाथ फैलाये है,
    तू रूह से आवाज़ तो लगा,
    वो कब से तैयार बैठा है।

    अनुपम मिश्र
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

    इश्क़ और समाज
    इश्क़ की बुनियाद पे तैयार हुआ ये समाज
    आज इश्क़ पे ही पहरे लगाए बैठा है,
    इश्क़ से बसाई जो हसीन व रंगीन दुनिया,
    उसमे इश्क़ पर ही पाबंदियां लगा रखा है,
    नियमों का भी अलग ही है अंदाज़ यहाँ,
    किसी को रंग रूप से, किसी को पद प्रतिष्ठा से,
    किसी को किसी परंपरा से एतराज़ है,
    जो इश्क़ में तल्लीन हैं आज पूछो उनसे,
    कितनी बुलंद उठती उनकी आवाज़ है,
    और उन पर आज कितनो को नाज़ है!
    कुछ जल जाते, कुछ जला दिए जाते,
    कुछ के दफना दिए जाते हर राज़ हैं,
    इश्क़ की यहाँ बची कहाँ लाज है,
    चंद कवि शब्दों से दिलाते इसे ताज हैं,
    जिसमें कई रूहानी कहानियां कह जाते
    पर समाज में इश्क को जिस्मानी ठप्पा लगाते।
    अनुपम मिश्र
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

    Flawless Love

    I was very angry with my parents as they didn't buy a cycle for me. I had been asking for that for a long time and they had promised that they would give me as a gift this year. But instead of the cycle they bought me a 'Kindle' for my birthday. I felt as if I was nothing for my parents and they would never fulfill any of my demands.

    All my friends were called in the evening to celebrate my birthday. They danced on music, made a lot of noise and had the delicious snacks cooked by my mother. However, I was still thinking about the cycle that I didn't get. When everyone left, mother got busy in cleaning the mess and father was helping her to arrange the things. I sat aside just watching them for a few minutes and then went inside my room. Tears rolled down my eyes. How much I'd begged them for that cycle but they didn't give that to me. I went to the kitchen to have a glass of water. My parents were talking there. I stopped and listened to what they were talking as the topic of discussion was me.

    Mother was saying, "We should have got the cycle last month only. Look, the same cycle that we have chosen to buy for Anurag has raised to almost double the amount. Anurag is very upset. He didn't even enjoy the party. He was lost."

    Father said, "You are right. But you only tell, how could we presume that the rate of that cycle will raise like that? I know he is infuriated as he thinks we didn't want to give him that. I'm his father. I too can see how he is feeling right now. I can empathize with him. But my worry was not only the rate but also the dangers that will be there."

    Mother uttered, "Hmm. We can't deny that as well. Last week only two cyclists have lost their life on the highway. And we are very sure, if we get him the cycle he will go for long rides with the cyclist groups as he talks about that most of the time. The problem now is, how to get back the smile on his face."

    Father said worriedly, "Even I'm pissed out thinking about that. He is too sensitive. I read all his poems that he writes and posts. Though I never let him know that as then he would be insecure. All his poems are written with such passion that reveals how sensitive and passionate he is. He is a bright child and I never interfere in whatever he does. I know he is doing his best. Looking at his interest in reading and writing I thought about the Kindle for him. I wish he would love this. Now we should go and talk with him."

    Mother whispered, "What will we say him now? He wanted this cycle for lot many reasons. And now he is not in a condition to listen to us. We should give him some time and then will talk about this."

    I was listening to each and every words and wished to run to them and give them a big hug. How stupid I was to behave so absurdly! How much they were worried about me. And I was so selfish that I couldn't see the love and concern of them for me.

    I went to the drawing room where all the gifts were piled up on the table. The kindle was still wrapped in a handkerchief crafted by my mother specially for my birthday with a blue diary. I unwrapped them and was mesmerized to see the diary. It was the same one that I was holding in my hand in our last visit to the gift gallery. I didn't tell my parents about that, still they noticed it and got that for me. They really loved me a lot. I was crying loudly now. My parents ran towards me and I jumped to hug both of them.

    Anupam Mishra
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  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

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  • anupamsabhivyakti 114w

    Both the pain and pleasure are ephemeral,
    As is the case of sun's departure and arrival,
    One deposes the other for the control,
    While both have fairly significant role,
    Pleasure is a life driving force essential,
    Pain provides strength for life's battle,
    Both make a forlorn heart blissful,
    Leaving the memories within eternal.
    © Anupam Mishra
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  • anupamsabhivyakti 115w

    Circumstances may vary,
    Opinions may be contrary,
    Still one can always carry
    One's wilful wit and vitality.
    ©Anupam Mishra
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 115w

    Yesterday is history today,
    Today is making a story for tomorrow,
    Tomorrow is just waiting to be today,
    So why not be busy in our story today!
    © Anupam Mishra
    ©anupamsabhivyakti

  • anupamsabhivyakti 115w

    हम ढूंढते फिरे तुम्हें हर मंदिर हर मजार पर,
    तुम तो हर पल मेरी हर हरकत को देखकर,
    भीतर धड़कनों साथ मुस्कुरा रहे थे मुझ पर!
    © अनुपम मिश्र
    ©anupamsabhivyakti