Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai

T his post is dedicated to introducing my Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai . I have made this podcast with an intention to connect to people through my voice. This is not only a means of sharing my views and stories with the world but is also a medium to talk to myself.   A podcast is a good medium to connect with people as it does not demand the attention of your eyes; all it wants from you is to lend your ears. Often when you are commuting on a bus or in a metro, listening to a podcast can be a great idea: All you need is an earphone and bingo! My Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai has a Trailer as an introduction and episodes that are published from time to time. All the episodes so far have been archived below with dedicated links for one-click listening. Also, it is my humble request to leave your valuable feedback and comments on this post or on my  Instagram page   https://www.instagram.com/neoimaginations/     Twitter handle  Bus Kahani Hai              Latest Episodes Episode 4 : Khidki Ke Baa

The Tradition must continue...

I always grew up with the idea that whatever we get from the world should be duly returned to society to complete the cycle of gratitude. I would not credit this piece of thought alone to my parents but also to those numerous good people who invested a lot of physical efforts to make it pragmatic for me. There is more we learn through books than we see it happening in reality. If all the good moral values were just a part of good books, nobody would have believed it amply to follow it in real life. But God gifted me with people worth emulating a lifetime. I was in IX std and Mr. & Mrs Saju were newly wed couple. Their interaction with my father prompted them to call me for guidance in English language. They were Malayali couple and had excellent command over English language. They dedicated one hour in the evenings to teach me English and never allowed me to return the favour through any means. One Alam Uncle too impressed by my performance in the school offered me to teach mathematics free of cost. They were real life heroes for me. Inspite of their busy professional life they dedicated time to teach me without any monetary benefit. One fine day when I was about to leave the place because of my Dad's transfer, I went to Saju Uncle s place with a Gift. But he did not gain the guts to accept it. And he said a touching line " Teach anyone you find in your life who is in need but cannot afford. The tradition should continue". I was not enough matured to understand the real depth of his words then, but I carried his words in my heart in the form of an emotion.

                                                         I still remember the English lessons on Modals that he taught we with sheer passion and chutzpah.After completing my education and acquiring a job I was on a look out to find someone who was in short of money but wanted help and tutorial guidance. On my very first posting at a remote place in Rajasthan,  I found a boy named  Rahul. It was in a restaurant where he worked as a part time waiter, I met him. I did not know then that he was also a day time student. It was a month later while returning from office, I saw him in School uniform. I stopped at once and asked him astonishingly, " Do you study in this Kendriya Vidyalaya ? " . He smiled and hesitatingly said a  yes. He told me that he has a lot of financial problems at home. So to make the ends meet he works in the restaurant in the evenings. I felt respect and compassion for him that very moment. This was the time for me to continue the tradition that Mr. Saju had taught me years back. So i offered him to come to my place after school for tuition on any subject he had problem with . He was more than happy to get that proposal. 

The very next day he was there at my place of residence to study. I loved every moment of teaching him. I felt an aesthetic pleasure in teaching him. Over the months we worked hard and a time came when he stood second in his class. It was a very emotional moment for both of us. He was very weak in English and mathematics when he came to me. Moreover the work in the evenings at restaurant made him even tired to concentrate on studies. But we utilised the one hour in the afternoon so efficiently that inspite of being second in the class he topped in English and Mathematics. It was a kind of tribute to Mr & Mrs Saju and Alam Uncle. That night I did not sleep. I recollected almost every moment with the Saju couple and Alam Uncle. My respect for them grew manifolds. For one they helped with my studies at a time, when I needed it the most and two for giving me that satiated feeling after Rahul got second rank in the school. A year later when I got posted out from the place, Rahul came to see me off at the Railway Station with a bunch of flowers that he collected from the restaurant premises. And at that moment I told him the lines Mr. Saju gifted me years back. I told him to continue the tradition of kindness and compassion for people who are in need. The tradition is mutually beneficial to both the recipient and the giver.     

This post is exclusively written for Do Right Stories an initiative by TATA Capital to reinforce the  moral values of Kindness, Honesty, Respect, Compassion and Integrity. 

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  1. Memories are wonderful things, especially when related to teachers.

    :-) Thank you for visiting my blog!



    1. Thank you Vidya ji...My teachers were really adorable.

  2. Some incidents are learning experiences for us...Beautiful story.... :)

  3. Loved this story. I totally agree with your concept of 'Cycle of Gratitude'. You will definitely like the book 'The five secrets you must learn before you die' by John Izzo. Though the title is a bit disconcerting, the book itself is great. I think it is one of the best books that I have written....
    Ramaswamy (manofallseasons.blogspot.in)

    1. Thank you Rama Sir. I would certainly find time to read you.


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