Main tera guru nahin teacher hoon

Itna ooncha darja mujhe diya kyon?



Main tujhe itna hi sikhaoonga

Bas is hi exam mein paas karvaoonga



Mujh se na rakh bhaari ummeed

Utna hi milega jitni teri hai khareed



Ma hoti pehli guru yeh jaano

Maine mai baap na banana yeh maano



Khaata kareinge poora, na jyaada na kam

Bas khaana-poorti karne tak hi hai mera dam



Aise kab hua masterji, tum poochho

Main na bataao tum hi boojho



Bhara pada hoon main isliye bolta hoon

Aisi nasl ko kaise main jhelta hoon



Na izzat mile ab, na karte apna kaam

Chaahein dher se nambar aur poora aaram



Baat baat par dhauns jamaate

Itne mein kya kya khud kar jaate



Agar mujhe milta puraana aachaar

Main bhi le aata aashirwaad aur pyaar



Tooti hai himmat ab na badal paaoonga

Din raat munh dikhaaye aise hi nikaal jaaoonga



Kaash ki milta ek aisa kamal

Jo is keechad mein bhi jaata phal

Kaheen se dhoondh laata guru ki aan

Main bhi nikhaar paata uski shaan




मैं  तेरा  गुरु  नहीं  टीचर  हूँ

इतना  ऊंचा  दर्जा  मुझे  दिया  क्यों ?


मैं  तुझे  इतना  ही  सिखाऊँगा

बस  इस  ही  एक्साम  में  पास  करवाऊँगा


मुझ  से  न  रख  भारी  उम्मीद

उतना  ही  मिलेगा  जितनी  तेरी  है  खरीद


माँ  होती  पहली  गुरु  यह  जान लो

मैंने  मई  बाप  न  बनना यह  मान लो


खाता  करेंगे  पूरा , न  ज्यादा  न  कम

बस  खाना -पूर्ती  करने  तक  ही  है  मेरा  दम


“ऐसे  कब  हुआ  मास्टरजी” , तुम  पूछो

मैं  न  बताऊँ,  तुम  ही  बूझो


भरा  पड़ा  हूँ  मैं , इसलिए  बोलता  हूँ

ऐसी  नस्ल  को  कैसे  मैं  ही झेलता  हूँ


न  इज्ज़त  मिले  अब , न  करते  अपना  काम

चाहें  ढेर  से  नंबर  और  पूरा  आराम


बात  बात  पर  धौंस  जमाते

इतने  में  क्या  क्या  खुद  कर  जाते


अगर  मुझे  मिलता  पुराना  आचार

मैं  भी  ले  आता  आशीर्वाद  और  प्यार


टूटी  है  हिम्मत  अब  न  बदल  पाऊंगा

दिन  रात  मुंह  दिखाए  ऐसे  ही  निकाल  जाऊंगा


काश  कि  मिलता  एक  ऐसा   कमल

जो  इस  कीचड  में  भी  जाता  फल

कहीं  से  ढूंढ  लाता  गुरु  कि  आन

मैं  भी  निखार  पाटा  उसकी  शान


(Written on Teachers Day, as the other side to

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On teachers day, greetings to all who teach and learn. This is a day to celebrate what we do for the joy and the difference it makes to lives.

And a time to reflect on why we do what we do, how we do it and when we stopped doing what we thought was our purpose. A day of thanks and renewal.

A time to remember our teachers who made us who we are – the good, the bad and the funny ones

A time to call up friends and share anecdotes of the tricks we played, while our teachers turned away, smiling unseen and let us have our moment.

Also a day when we remember the great educationists and what they stood for – S Radhakrishnan of course. But also Maulana Azad. J Krishnamurti. Sri Aurobindo. And even Mahatma Gandhi. And take a moment to know that almost everybody could be a teacher. And then realise the wonderful opportunity that hides in this fact.

It is a day to reflect on the students we have had, and how our lives have been enriched by them. Then and now. The joy of meeting a student and their family in the market – the little glow we carry with us after such chance meetings

The little nuggets of time that we carry with us – moments when we managed to snatch inspiring conversation as a teacher or as a student. The moments when we shared music and books. Or a little mention of a philosophy. That long discussion that shaped us in ways  that we did not know then.

From the Upanishads, a simple definition of education – on one side the teacher, on one side the student, in between there is knowledge, powered by discourse. It is this discourse that creates magic. We also teach when do not know we are teaching, sometimes just by being who we are. In the Guru shishya parampara, teaching included not just the arts and sciences, but the philosophies and defence too. Life skills, attitudes and values all come from the teacher.

The bonds between a teacher and a student are deep – even if it does not feel so today. The process of learning is an emotional engagement that starts with a student declaring the vulnerability of ignorance. This is why the teacher has a position of trust, a responsibility and a duty of care. The teacher’s power and duty come together to build the student’s knowledge and ability to use that knowledge.

Teaching well is a little bit like being in love. The joy is in being consumed by it. It takes dedication, motivation and true will to become a good teacher. In a good lesson everything but the learning ceases to exist as we cast aside the real world for a bit. The happiness of a good teaching day stays with us for ages, and the misery a bad lesson can cause is the stuff of legends. As ever, with experience, we learn to take the good with the bad, learn to settle for routine. Knowing that there will be these moments that will make it all worthwhile.

On this teachers day, in the Indian tradition, I bow to those teachers who came before me, and I bow to those who will come after me. Each of us doing what we can, laying a brick here, a stone somewhere else and binding it all as if it takes no effort. I bow to the knowledge we share, to the skills we demonstrate and the characters we build. I bow to those moments when we see our students coming unstuck and we step up and nudge them back in place. Above all, I bow to the divine in us that guides us when we would not know how to, I bow to the state of grace that is a teacher.

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