We belong to a generation that respected our teachers, we never thought of their social space or caste-class background. Many of our teachers came from peasant background and middle caste positions. Majority of the teachers were sympathetic to poor and lower castes. We did not know their social, individual and financial problems, but many of them loved us too much and tried to uplift us by giving whatever they knew. I did not keep any contact with those teachers, but whenever I think of them my mind is over flooding with feelings. Those who have perished did not leave anything in this world, Those who are going to perish also do not. History is written nowhere in this world. As we merge with mud, Reminiscence will stay nowhere, The difference between ignorance and knowledge is, Like the difference between dark and light. Still those teachers live in my mind, Till it fuses with mud.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 09:46:50 +0000
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