The untimely death of my Sir was such a shock, as it was not so easy for to me to forget those memories.
I don’t know why I couldn’t cry on that day. My other friends might have got surprise. I don’t believe in crying out loud. I have seen many people who weep out loud at the death ceremony. Surprising thing is, the same people forget them completely on the Vaikunta Ekaadashi (Shraddha) and will be very busy taking about the proposals for others marriage.
I have also seen few people who don’t cry out loud as others instead they would keep quiet. But throughout the year they will be weeping in their heart for their loved one’s death. And I belong to this second category of people.
Many people say, we should not control our emotions, especially the tears by force so that at once it can go out and later we can forget the memories of our beloved ones.
Why?? After all why?? Whether we give affection, care or love to someone just to forget when they die?? How we can do so? Even if I try I may not forget the memories of my life.
After all, memories are like the waves. If we chase them we cannot get them. If we leave them they start to haunt us. Even we push them they will not fall. Even if we stamp them under our feet they will not die. It comes and goes as the waves of the sea and hits our mind as those waves hit the rocks.
These memories are like this…Immortal, unavoidable! After all life is none other than the collection of sweet memories. And in my other story Sparsham main character Rohit replies to his X-girl friend Nisha at one very important stage of their life when she says, ‘Rohit! So far I was just following my life’, by saying, ‘Don’t follow your life in such a way, Nisha. After all at the end, you will not get anything more than few memories!’ Then Nisha replies, ‘Enough, Rohit! More than enough. I will live my life with such sweet memories. I was not so lucky to get you as my life partner but I was lucky enough to get such sweet memories in my life because of you! Even though you did not touch me at any moment but you have touched my heart, soul and my life. And that Sparsham (Touch) is unforgettable and that touch itself is a sweet memory!’
I was just holding the copy of published book of my poem in my hand. It was supposed to be the copy, which I had to give to my Sir. But what to do? It was my wish!
If everything happens in this world as we wish then there wouldn’t be any value for the blessings of our beloved ones!
That was the day when our college was re-opening. I had decided that I would give the copy of the book to my Kannada professor. So, as soon as the bell rang I went to the staff room to meet our Kannada professor.
Instead of our old Kannada professor, I found a young lecturer who was sitting there. Then I came to know that old professor had left the job. The new professor saw the book in my hand and enquired. And thus how I got connected to a hugely talented young guy named Shiva Prasad. That’s how I came to know about a person who later became one of the close pals of my college life in fact being my lecturer.
The plot was ready for the coming together of two people (My new lecturer and I) who were from different backgrounds with the same thirst to grab knowledge.
The last few lines, which my new lecturer had told me while chatting is still in my ears, ‘I have come to eat all of your brains and tease all of you by my torturing lessons. Beware of me! Don’t escape or bunk classes. Get ready!’
I smiled at him and replied, ‘I am ready, Sir…but not to let you to eat our brains instead to eat your brain! Because I'm very thirsty for knowledge and you don’t escape from my questions. I will be waiting for you!’
Sounds like I was arrogant. Isn’t it?
Of course I was little arrogant (purposefully I acted so) but he had immense talent!
I had brilliant brain but he had mastermind!
I did not overestimate him but he did not underestimate me.
I was practical but he was a great theory!
I had patience, he had superb knowledge!
I was a question but he was an answer!
I was creative but he was far more active!
I became a challenge and he accepted it!
I was the just the rock and he was ready to take the sculpture out of me!
My name is Hari and his name was Shiva!
One is protector and other one is eraser. But here, instead of destruction he constructed a solid castle in my mind through his nature.
Sculpture was getting ready to become a statue in his hand.
But both of us forget the simple fact of life.
Even though a statue is an own work of a sculptor, why at the end he thinks that the statue is great and starts to give respect?
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I don’t know why I couldn’t cry on that day. My other friends might have got surprise. I don’t believe in crying out loud. I have seen many people who weep out loud at the death ceremony. Surprising thing is, the same people forget them completely on the Vaikunta Ekaadashi (Shraddha) and will be very busy taking about the proposals for others marriage.
I have also seen few people who don’t cry out loud as others instead they would keep quiet. But throughout the year they will be weeping in their heart for their loved one’s death. And I belong to this second category of people.
Many people say, we should not control our emotions, especially the tears by force so that at once it can go out and later we can forget the memories of our beloved ones.
Why?? After all why?? Whether we give affection, care or love to someone just to forget when they die?? How we can do so? Even if I try I may not forget the memories of my life.
After all, memories are like the waves. If we chase them we cannot get them. If we leave them they start to haunt us. Even we push them they will not fall. Even if we stamp them under our feet they will not die. It comes and goes as the waves of the sea and hits our mind as those waves hit the rocks.
These memories are like this…Immortal, unavoidable! After all life is none other than the collection of sweet memories. And in my other story Sparsham main character Rohit replies to his X-girl friend Nisha at one very important stage of their life when she says, ‘Rohit! So far I was just following my life’, by saying, ‘Don’t follow your life in such a way, Nisha. After all at the end, you will not get anything more than few memories!’ Then Nisha replies, ‘Enough, Rohit! More than enough. I will live my life with such sweet memories. I was not so lucky to get you as my life partner but I was lucky enough to get such sweet memories in my life because of you! Even though you did not touch me at any moment but you have touched my heart, soul and my life. And that Sparsham (Touch) is unforgettable and that touch itself is a sweet memory!’
I was just holding the copy of published book of my poem in my hand. It was supposed to be the copy, which I had to give to my Sir. But what to do? It was my wish!
If everything happens in this world as we wish then there wouldn’t be any value for the blessings of our beloved ones!
That was the day when our college was re-opening. I had decided that I would give the copy of the book to my Kannada professor. So, as soon as the bell rang I went to the staff room to meet our Kannada professor.
Instead of our old Kannada professor, I found a young lecturer who was sitting there. Then I came to know that old professor had left the job. The new professor saw the book in my hand and enquired. And thus how I got connected to a hugely talented young guy named Shiva Prasad. That’s how I came to know about a person who later became one of the close pals of my college life in fact being my lecturer.
The plot was ready for the coming together of two people (My new lecturer and I) who were from different backgrounds with the same thirst to grab knowledge.
The last few lines, which my new lecturer had told me while chatting is still in my ears, ‘I have come to eat all of your brains and tease all of you by my torturing lessons. Beware of me! Don’t escape or bunk classes. Get ready!’
I smiled at him and replied, ‘I am ready, Sir…but not to let you to eat our brains instead to eat your brain! Because I'm very thirsty for knowledge and you don’t escape from my questions. I will be waiting for you!’
Sounds like I was arrogant. Isn’t it?
Of course I was little arrogant (purposefully I acted so) but he had immense talent!
I had brilliant brain but he had mastermind!
I did not overestimate him but he did not underestimate me.
I was practical but he was a great theory!
I had patience, he had superb knowledge!
I was a question but he was an answer!
I was creative but he was far more active!
I became a challenge and he accepted it!
I was the just the rock and he was ready to take the sculpture out of me!
My name is Hari and his name was Shiva!
One is protector and other one is eraser. But here, instead of destruction he constructed a solid castle in my mind through his nature.
Sculpture was getting ready to become a statue in his hand.
But both of us forget the simple fact of life.
Even though a statue is an own work of a sculptor, why at the end he thinks that the statue is great and starts to give respect?
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