Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Remembering Bhagat Singh - Indias Bravest Son.

Bhagat Singh was one of Indias bravest sons . He was hanged on 23rd March 1931.Unfortunately his death anniversary passed without much publicity .The great tragedy in India are not so much its religious ,economic and political divisions –but a unity of Indians who are ignorant of history .For many Bhagat Singh is just a name.Bhagat Singh was a idea- his ideas did not die in 1931( he himself writes thus ).He continues to live .
Bhagat Singh’s family was quite large; including himself; they were nine siblings-Jagat Singh, Bhagat Singh, Amar Kaur, Kulbir Singh, Shakuntla Devi, Kultar Singh, Prakash Kaur, Ranbir Singh& Rajinder Singh. Jagat Singh died very young, while others lived longer, apart from Bhagat Singh’s martyrdom at 23. Kultar Singh died in 2004, at the age of 86 years. Kultar Singh had remained MLA and minister in N D Tiwari led UP Government. Kulbir Singh remained Jansangh MLA from Punjab in early sixties.
On 3 March 1931, Bhagat Singh saw his family for the last time at the Lahore jail . Distressed by the tearful sight of his younger brother Kultar in tears, Bhagat Singh wrote to him a letter – at once moving and inspiring. The original, written in Urdu, is reproduced here in Roman alphabet with a translation. The reason for this is that as the English translation does not do justice to the powerful verses that Bhagat quoted in the original depth of ideas and powerful emotions expressed by Bhagat Singh in his very concise letter.
“3 March 1931
“Aziz Kultar,
“अज़ीज़ कुलतार,“आज तुम्हारी आँखों में आँसू देख कर बहुत रंज हुआ. आज तुम्हारी बात में बहुत दर्द था. तुम्हारे आँसू मुझ से बर्दाश्त नहीं हुए.
(“It made me very sad to see tears in your eyes today. There was deep pain in your words today. I could not bear to see your tears.}
“बर्खुरदार, हिम्मत से तालीम हासिल करते जाना और सेहत का ख़याल रखना.
(“My boy, pursue your studies with determination and look after your health.)
“हौसला रखना. और क्या … (लिखूं?)
(“Be determined. What else … (can I write?)::
उसे यह फ़िक्र हरदम नया तर्ज़े जफ़ा क्या है,
हमें यह शौक़ है देखें सितम की इंतिहा क्या है.
(They are ever anxious to devise new forms of treachery,
We are eager to see what limits there are to oppression.)
देहेर से क्यूँ खफा रहें चरख से क्यूँ गिला करें,
सारा जहाँ अदू सहीं, आओ मुक़ाबला करें.
(Why should we be angry with the world … and complain,
Ours is a just world (ideal), let us fight for it.)
कोई दम का मेहमान हूँ आई अहले महफ़िल,
चीरघे सहर हूँ, बुझना चाहता हूँ.
(I am a guest only for a few moments, my companions,
I am the lamp that burns before the dawn and longs to be extinguished.)
हवा में रहेगी मेरे ख़याल की बिजली,
यह मुश्तेखाक़ है फणी, रहे ना रहे.
(The breeze will spread the essence of my thoughts,
This self is but a fistful of dust, whether it lives or perishes.)
“अच्छा रुखसत."
(“Well, goodbye.)
खुश रहो अहले वतन हम तो सफ़र करते हैं.
(Be happy, countrymen, I am off to travel.)
“हौसले से रहना.
(“Live courageously.)
“नमस्ते.
“Namaste.
“तुम्हारा भाई,
“Tumhara Bhai, Bhagat Singh
भगत सिंग
PS – Please do read more about Bhagat Singh .Please also appreciate what one can do at a young age –he was hanged when he was just 23 years of age .Read some of the letters he wrote.As Indians is it too much to expect that each of us know more about him than what we do ?
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Monday, March 14, 2016

Deciding My Profession At The Age of 7 !!

The first school i attended was St Marys Convent which
was just about 500 metres away from the our house .My elder and younger sisters walked with me to school everyday .The Principal of the school was a tall and lovely looking Italian Nun ,Sister Amelia ,who had come on a transfer from a unknown ,village called Gurgaon!!! .She had headed a school there by the name of “Our Lady of Fatima”.She looked completely in control –very clear headed and very strict .But when she smiled ,she took your heart away .I have always felt ,that good looking Principals have a great advantage over the not so good looking ones !!.At the end of the day ,the personality has a great role to play –maybe more than intelligence .Sister Amelia had both .She was blue eyed ,tall and slim .And she would take rounds and talk to us frequently .Once she asked me “What do you want to become when you grow up Kulbhushan?A doctor ,like your Dad?”.


“No sister ,I don’t like the sight of blood ,and as a doctor I will have to see it often”,I answered .As a young child ,there were innumerable occasions when people were brought home for treatment –sometimes bleeding profusely .It always put me off .
“You want to become a soldier like Surenders Dad?”,she asked ,referring to Surender Sharmas’ Dad ,who was a officer in the Army(Surender happened to be my best friend ,and continues to be one even now after nearly 50 years !!). “No sister,I don’t want to be a soldier .I don’t like blood”.Again , blood being spilled was something we saw in war movies of the sixties .And the sight of bullets piercing through a persons chest or legs was something that put me off .
She would look very mischieviously at me and ask “But Kulbhushan ,if young boys like you don’t want to be either doctors or soldiers ,how will India survive ?”.I still remember the answer that I gave Sister Amelia as she stood in front of me –tall and inspiring .
“Sister ,I will become a Principal like you”.!!I must admit ,that becoming a school teacher or a a school Principal ,never crossed my mind after I spoke those words .But circumstances and destiny pushed me into a profession which I will never exchange with anything else .If I am reborn a million times ,I would like to be a school teacher and a school Principal .The words I spoke to Miss Amelia ,ring in my mind very often –especially during times when I am in ecstasy or agony .Dont know why.But my profession was nailed by a young 7 or 8 year old 2nd grade boy .Unlike the indecisiveness of a young man who flirted with disaster by taking the IAS and Bank Exams !! Thank God !!

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Kulbhushan Kain's Blog: My Finest "Mike" Moment !!

Kulbhushan Kain's Blog: My Finest "Mike" Moment !!: I have lived my life speaking into mikes .For decades I have used mikes, day after day in assemblies , and in functions .And in 99 percent ...

My Finest "Mike" Moment !!

I have lived my life speaking into mikes .For decades I have used mikes, day after day in assemblies , and in functions .And in 99 percent of the times ,I have spoken extempore because I never had the patience of writing down what I had to speak .But I did make mental points whenever I spoke .
There were many moments when I felt I was on cloud nine when I spoke .During and after a particularly satisfying address – I always felt divine .Its a feeling I cannot describe .

When I try to recall which moments made me feel closest to divinity – I stumble .There are many such moments .Coming back to work after a near fatal hospitalization –was one such moment .As I looked at the staff and students assembled in the hall –I had felt that I owed my life to their goodwishes as much as to the doctors .That stirred something inside me .It found a outpouring .Way back in 2008.
2 days back ,I was at my school –St Josesphs Academy , Dehradun for a reunion of my class .I was asked to speak to my classmates and some other invitees by the Old Boys Association .I was honoured to sit on the high stage with the Principal , and two of my classmates – the present Vice Chief of the Army ,Manmohan Singh Rai , and the Chief Secretary of Uttarakhand ,Alok Jain .I was looking at a gathering of hugely successful boys of my class – top doctors ,lawyers ,armed forces personnel,teachers .chartered accountants ,private sector honchos, and many more . I was wearing my school tie after 45 years .!!But as I looked at them , i was not nervous because of who they were –after all they were the ones with whom I had grown out of shorts !! What overwhelmed me was the absence of those who had left for the heavens , and the presence of 3 teachers who taught us –Mr Bari ,Mr Kala and Ms Ghosh . All visibly old now .But sharp as a needle .When someone tried to introduce me , Mr Bari retorted – “ don’t insult my memory .!! You cant introduce my headboy to me” Followed by a feeble but warm hug .!!That got me – I did not know how to respond .I was meeting him for the first time in 45 years .I had wrinkles , and white hair .I had put on weight . But Bari sir still remembered me .
I cud not speak for a few seconds as I took to the podium and looked at all of them .I choked . But something inside me stirred .Then it all came out .
I was the finest mike moment in my life .Befittingly ,it came in the most hallowed turf ,which taught me everything- St Josesphs .And befittingly in the presence of a handful of those who taught me –my teachers . And those who are my greatest support still – my classmates .

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Kulbhushan Kain's Blog: Has It Been 45 Years Since We Left School ?

Kulbhushan Kain's Blog: Has It Been 45 Years Since We Left School ?: School Reunions are all about nostalgia .And the nostalgia centres around childhood,nostalgia seeped in innocence ,optimism ,and a carefree...

Has It Been 45 Years Since We Left School ?

School Reunions are all about nostalgia .And the nostalgia centres around childhood,nostalgia seeped in innocence ,optimism ,and a carefree view of life .
I was at St Josesphs Reunion of our batch –no not the renunion of ex students of the whole school but our batch.Considering that it was a single classs’ reunion –the response was amazingly overwhelming .In the process we were able to meet our class mates –some who were with us in Class 2 – after 45 years !! That is a lifetime .A couple of school mates died before they had even reached that age .!! They rest in peace in heaven .
I spoke at the reunion about, how the schoolboy in us never really leaves us.Everytime I felt tempted to take the easy way the schoolboy reminded me –there are no shortcuts for success.Everytime I wanted to quit a challenging situation ,the schoolboy in me whispered “ remember Mrs DSOUZA.She used to say –only cowards quit –winners never”!!The schoolboy never let me deviate from the right path .It still lives with me .It will die with me !! And to think –it was a fat round faced 15 /16 years old boy!! .Yet stood by me so loyally.
When I met Manmohan ,Surendra ,Devraj ,- it was as if they were also being chased by the schoolboy . “ You made us chase a lot of leather Kullu” said Manmohan !!- meaning whererby that I was difficult to bowl out !!( I was a fairly good cricketer –so was Manmohan ,we both played for our school team).Devraj was a fantastic tennis player ,Surendra could turn the ball more than any off spinner I have seen ,and –dependable !!
There were others –Alok Jains voice was and is always sagacious ,Ravi Mehrotra always put pressure on the class by solving the Maths riddles in quicksilver time –as did Praveen Aggarwal !! They both got into IIT and became hugely successful .KS Bagga was a wizard in Commerce and is now one of Delhis best known lawyers ,Harsh Johri and Anil Dhingra are top notch doctors – you cant get to meet them without many days prior appointments !!Sudhir Kishore is a MBA from IIM Ahmedabad ( we all know what that means !!), worked in the private sector before starting his own publishing house !Barun studied at Wilson College Bombay and reached the top position in Pfizers ! It is the same with everyone else – Ravinder Sangal , Pradeep Datta , Subhash Chaddha ,Romi Sawhney , Satnam , Shriram Sehgal, Pradeep Aggarwal ,Ravinder Kapoor ( Vicky the drummer !!), Hemant ,Parvinder ,Pankaj Arora ,Dinesh Sharma ,Ashok Ahuja ,Wassan ,Uttam De, Christopher Woodward ,Siva - everyone ,whether they are chartered accountants , armed forces personnel ,or in the merchant navy , -anything ,but they reached the top .( Sorry ,I must have missed out some names ).
I went round the school .I went to the cricket field .It is intact though the tree outside class 7A where we sat padded up waiting for our turn to bat, is no more .But I could see it in my memory .I could see brother Donovan shouting when some one even remotely challenged the umpires decision “ When the umpire raises the finger –then you are bloody out .You are playing cricket” !!.I went to the school museum which was my classroom in the 11th.It is adorned by photographs ( including one of the President of India Shri Rajendra Prasad when he visited the school in 1951!!).But I could see and hear beyond the photographs and the memorabilia . I could see Mr D’souza thundering away in a attempt to teach us Additional Mathmatics !.The Old Boys had very thoughtfully served among other things –bun and samosa- the “school snack” !! .It used to sold from outside the closed gate of the school by Robin and Denis.!! I could see myself standing in a queue to get one – it cost 25 paise in 1970 !!I walked around with my school tie –as did everyone !! I could see a young Kulbhushan Kain wearing it everyday .No one ever “forgot” to wear their ties and no one ever “lost” it !! It was like a Olympic Gold medal .
There are too many memories – of teachers ,and incidents .And almost all of them revolved around my classmates who attended the meet .
It is amazing how humble and emotional successful people can be when they meet up with their school friends .The small and fragile teenager overpowered the General ,The Director of DPS ,THE Chief Technical Advisor of UNDP ,The Chief Secretary of Uttarakhand ,the lawyers ,the big doctors , the proud and nationalistic soldier ,the Chartered Accountant .
It was the schoolboy who was wearing not a suit –but a coat with “Laborare est Orare” written on it who overpowered all the heavyweights !! That’s what Reunions do !! In a school like St Josesphs !!