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Thank you Sir!

​This is a story i want to share today and a express thank you to my teacher. 

This is about 10th standard, i had enrolled in tuition classes in my vicinity. The previous year I was in the same tuition class. We had one English teacher, Deshmukh Sir. He was short, bald and had a strong persona. His voice had a touch of passion for the subject. So he taught us the school syllabus. 
One day during my 9th standard classes, he asked us to write an essay. We all wrote it. Around next day, he came and praised me in front of the class. He loved what I wrote. I was overwhelmed. Never before I was praised like that. I mean teachers do evaluate, but I don’t think ever, someone stood up and said this was good or my efforts were appreciable. Not that I was a brilliant student but nevertheless you do expect teacher to value your efforts to catch up his level. I always feared his strong persona but liked and respected him as a person. 

Then in 10th standard, there were some more instances he was happy with me. 

And in the final prelims that my class conducted, i was told my Sir was very happy with how I had fared. 

Soon i gave my main 10th board exams. I scored a disappointing 55 of 100. 

I couldn’t face him eye to eye. He met me, he stared at me and showed me the notice board where the students class marks were displayed.. With a disappointing face, he questioned..Why? what happened? Why so less? 

It wasn’t that he was angry, but so deeply concerned as if he lost something. That he had failed to deliver. 

I couldn’t face it. I felt really bad i couldn’t live upto his teachings. 

Somewhere down, i promised myself to look up to him and answer him back.. 

And I took that vow!

As soon as my 11th exams finished, i got hold of the English textbook and studied it every single day for the 12th board exams. 

Not a day went where I did not pay attention in my vacations. 

Even in my college classes, i wrote things as teacher would say. I was so sincere to attend that there was a time, no one would turn up for classes and I would sit one on one with the English teacher. I was crazy with that. 

Soon prelims came and I scored a 80 off 100. I hadn’t scored exceptional marks but I did give my 101% . I was totally thankful to my teacher for this. This i dedicated to my teacher who did not just teach me the subject but told me it was his personal investment. That my result was also his win or loss. It is this value that I always treasure and cherish 🙂 

Thank you Sir for believing, valuing, appreciating and encouraging to do better and best 🙂

I know you are not here and in the heavens. I pray this thank you and my good wishes reach upto you there. 🙂

The story of “Shvetaketu” from the Chandogya Upanishad!

Uddalaka blessing his son Shwetaketu

Uddalaka blessing his son Shwetaketu

Do you know this Awesome story of Shvetaketu?

We come to understand in the Chandogya Upanishad that SHVETAKETU learned everything that could be learned,
Then there was nothing else to be taught, so the master said, “You have known all that can be taught. Now you can go back.”
Shvetaketu was thinking that his father would be very happy – he had become one of the suprememost scholars of the country; he was known everywhere, respected everywhere – but he saw that the father was sad, so he asked, ”Why are you sad?”
The father said, “Only one question I have to ask you. Have you learned that by learning which there is no need to learn anything any more?
Have you known that by knowing which all suffering ceases?
Have you been taught that which cannot be taught?”
The boy also became sad.
He said, ”No. Whatsoever I know has been taught to me, and I can teach it to anybody who is ready to learn.”
The father said, “Then you go back and ask your master that you be taught that which cannot be taught.”
The boy said, “But that is absurd. If it cannot be taught, how can the master teach me?”
The father said, “That is the art of the master: he can teach you that which cannot be taught. You go back.”
He went back. Bowing down to his master’s feet, he said, ”My father has sent me for an absolutely absurd thing. Now I don’t know where I am and what I am asking you.
My father has told me to come back and return only when I have learned that which cannot be learned, when I have been taught that which cannot be taught.
What is it? What is this? You never told me about it.”
The master said, “Unless one inquires, it cannot be told; you never inquired about it.
But now you are starting a totally different journey. And remember, it cannot be taught, so it is very delicate; only indirectly will I help you.
Do one thing: take all the animals of my gurukul – there were at least four hundred cows, bulls and other animals – and go to the deepest forest possible where nobody ever comes and moves.
Live with these animals in silence.
Don’t talk, because these animals cannot understand any language.
So remain silent, and when just by reproduction these four hundred animals have become one thousand, then come back.”
“So go to the hills, to the forest. Live alone. Don’t talk. And there is no use in thinking, because these animals won’t understand even your thinking.
Drop all your scholarship here.” Shvetaketu followed. He went to the forest and lived with the animals for many years.
For a few days thoughts remained there in the mind – the same thoughts repeating themselves again and again.
Then it became boring. Shvetaketu became aware.
There were four hundred animals, birds, other wild animals, trees, rocks, rivers and streams, but no man and no possibility of any human communication.
There was no use in being very egoistic, because these animals didn’t know what type of great scholar this Shvetaketu was.
They didn’t consider him at all; they didn’t look at him with respect, so by and by the pride disappeared, because it was futile and it even looked foolish to walk in a prideful way with the animals.
Even Shvetaketu started feeling, ”If I remain egoistic these animals will laugh at me – so what am I doing?” Sitting under the trees, sleeping near the streams, by and by his mind became silent.
The years passed and his mind became so silent that Shvetaketu completely forgot when he had to return. He became so silent that even this idea was not there.
The past dropped completely, and with the dropping of the past the future drops…. So he forgot what the master had said, he forgot when he had to return.
There was no when and where, he was just here and now. He lived in the moment just like the animals, he became a cow.
When the animals became one thousand, they started feeling uncomfortable.
They were waiting for Shvetaketu to take them back to the ashram and he had forgotten,
so one day the cows decided to speak to Shvetaketu and they said,
“Now it is time enough, and we remember that the master had said that you must come back when the animals became one thousand, and you have completely forgotten.
Now is the time and we must go back.
We have become one thousand.”
So Shvetaketu went back with the animals.
The master looked from the door of his hut at Shvetaketu coming with one thousand animals, and he said to his other disciples,
“Look, one thousand and one animals are coming.” Shvetaketu had become such a silent being – no ego, no self-consciousness, just moving with the animals as one of them.
The master came to receive him; the master was dancing, ecstatic.
He embraced Shvetaketu and he said, “Now there is nothing to say to you – you have already known. Why have you come?
There is no need to come now, there is nothing to be taught. You have already known.”
Shvetaketu said, ”Just to pay my respects, just to touch your feet, just to be grateful. It has happened, and you have taught me that which cannot be taught.

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