Shri has been my student in 2016 when I visited her school for a Model United Nations workshop. In a lot of 100 students and so many school visits I could still manage to remember her.
Here’s the reason why! She has been a potential learner since the day I saw her, when other kids succumbed to immature lamenting she appeared quite adaptive and “seeking”. She would ask questions to me and not sit until she was content with the facts that I had to use seeing her innate curiosity.
No matter how intelligent you re and wonderful grades you would attain, if you lose the most basic instinct of humanity i.e Curiosity then you are about to fall for pseudo intelligence and ego. Shri was exactly the right mind to sink in my little acquired knowledge.
Her story doesn’t end here. In October 2017 her school collaborated with us (International Forum for Culture and Education-FICE) to host an international Model United Nations conference with delegates from all schools and colleges of her native state and judges being called from Bangladesh, New Delhi Mumbai. It is a proud moment for me as I pen down her designation as the Head of the conference.
The school incorporated senior students to handle the organizing and who other than Shri would have been my choice to put in the trust for Micro-Management, Leadership and Maturity. She lead an all girls secretariat and while others subtly escaped from their designated responsibility she not only was the person to accomplish all her tasks but had the courage to stand up to highlight her team’s loopholes and give them a polite yet firm piece of mind.
This helps us understand her idea of togetherness and responsibility.
When the opening ceremony saw a crisis where the Chief Guest was late and the crowd was going restless she bravely took up the responsibility to go on stage. She engaged them cleverly by sharing her experience of preparing the conference. I won’t say her speech was motivating but her initiative was.
I see a true leader in Shri and would vouch on her meritorious performance if she receives a truly enriching and honing environment in her college.
As I have evolved through my age I wish the youth experiences the same hardships but with better confidence and power to manifest a true and meaningful foundation of oneself.
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It is a simple story that I have narrated to a few and they could surely feel the vibe.
It was late afternoon I was sitting with my friends in a room after college with dull lights and fan making the typical cacophony of its own. I must say AR Rahman is a brilliant artist after all ,the chirping of birds in one of his songs made us miss the mountains we had never been to… Kasol.
Yes we planned then and there to leave to Kasol from Delhi on an overnight road trip. How wonderfully the butterflies in our heads jumble when we plan something extravagant and as random as mood swings of a girlfriend. We packed our bags and left for the hills, stopping by Murthal was the first pinch to our photography session. Well the trip was perfectly framed under the name of a road documentary shoot which we supposedly tried and ended up with a lot more to take back in our houses of sanity.
Stopping by a Dhaba in Punjab we met Mandal, who was more than a waiter. I talked to him a long time. He was from a village in Bihar and used to record songs for Bhojpuri movies there but sadly could get no recognition under dominant banners.He sang to us songs and we enjoyed Daal Makhni and Paranthe at 2:00am with no roof above ,siting on the Charpai.
Our plan remained the same to catch the sun rising in the hills. Gear up! And the tyres were rolling into action across the highway with other cars passing by like flies.The moment got slow and succumbed into dark, and with heavy eyes one after the other,dozing off.
Uth Jao yaar and less did I know i was about to witness the best feeling of my life.
Trust my imagination on this while I take you to the hills right now. My dark sleep was touched by motherly warm rays and we approached the valley with mountains on both sides and the river roaring with water parallel to the road. How magnificent as well as homely did the SUN feel coming up between the mountains . A strange splash of blue,orange then yellow and then white as it shined. Just as a scared kid pops his eyes out of the book while hiding his face -the sun pierced through the sky to reach high. The tyres were still rolling and only thing i could do was see the sun and give a faint smile of,(as if) owning it.
That was the prettiest morning we could ever have. Thanks to AR Rahman,he sent us there.
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