Never stop asking...

I have no intention of turning my bog into a daily diary. However, I just felt that on the recent Friday (1^st of June), which was meant to be very special for me and my friends actually did not turn out to be very exciting. May be I felt so, may be I no longer “Rock” or may be I never “rocked”. I wanted to write something special but nothing special came to me. I don’t know if I am wrong but I failed to maintain the charm of the day. However, very unexpectedly, I came across something very special the very next day.

After having a blog dedicated to my own inspiration, I discovered this Saturday that I had been an inspiration to someone! Someone, in a program (Farewell program to the Batch of 2012-2012 of Himalayan WhiteHouse Int’l College, where I was invited as the Guest of Honor) revealed an incident when I came to know that I had been a spark of inspiration to….. just guess………………………………a teacher during my grade 11 at Himalayan White House International College.

Seems unusual. But I was delighted to know that I had been the spark for a change in the life of a teacher. He shared how I had been the source if motivation and inspiration to him. Here’s how:

I had accidentally entered into a class during my first class into another section’s class where Dr. Jiwan Adhikary was teaching Nepali Vyakaran. I keen listened to what he taught and after some time, I raised a question on the topic that was being taught. Unfortunately or rather fortunately (as you will realize a little later as you go on reading) Jiwan sir wasn’t really updated on that topic and he felt that he could not answer the question to the fullest with what he knew then.  However, I had no intention of embarrassing him or asking him just anything out of the blue. It is my habit and nature to ask what I don’t understand, outright and frankly.

Dr. Jeewan Adhikari

The next day I wasn’t present in his class because as I shared earlier, I had accidentally entered into a wrong class (what a dumb am I?). Jiwan sir inquired about me in the class and came to know that I was the student of another section/group.

Now, can you anticipate what role could this simple incident play in someone’s life, especially in the teacher’s life? Let me share with you what Jiwan sir revealed after such a long break (so much as 6 or 7 years), in the program where we met again, yet again accidentally! I had a very healthy conversation with him that day when he told me, “Vipul, do you remember the day when we met for the first time in the class for a short span of time? Do you know- that the very next day I took the ordeal of collecting the best of the books available over the topic that you raised the question and updated myself so well that now I can answer anything and everything to my satisfaction.”

I was simply speechless! I thought to myself, how deep difference just a “question” could make. Of course, my question and my short presence in the class turned out to be very fortunate enough, fortunate too much for Jiwan sir and spill-over effect, fortunate for me too. I am fortunate to know that I had been a “change-agent” in the life of my teacher. I am thankful to Jiwan Sir, for sharing with me this particular incidence which will of course remain unforgettable for the rest of my life. I thank you sir, from the bottom of my heart, for taking me so seriously.

I wanted to share this fresh incident the very day in the mass and gathering there but the crowd did not excite me to share my words there. I had a doubt that my loud words there would go into deaf ears (because everyone there was in a party and cheerful and excited mood). So I opted instead to share it loud, here with my most valued readers.

A few things to reiterate: Never stop asking and Always have your say. 

To the Unsung Hero of my Life

I am very happy today. In fact, my happiness knows no bounds on this great day of May the twenty-ninth of 2012. To the world, the reason might be different. But I am sure you know the actual reason behind my gladness. It’s not about me; it’s about ‘my’. I bet you are aware of it. That is why at times I feel that you know me better than myself. I am indeed proud to have you in my life, no matter a little later.

The timely suggestions, the moral boosters. The late night shifts at your house and the instant calls for follow-ups. I am sure I am going to miss all these for at least a few years from now. I don’t know if I can ever become a person like you who sees solutions and not just problems in every matters of life. The real life experiences of your life that you shared with me when I get into troubles were always a dose of optimism to me. I know that you are very caring and helpful and joyful and thoughtful. But it seems to me that I enjoy a lot of those from you rather than anyone else (this could make a lot of them envy me! ;)) Yet again, it was your constant suggestion and encouragement that I have started off with this Blog. However, here, I would like to borrow a phrase “Have I made it large?” from my inspiration to my continued blogging zeal so that I can ask my readers if I have succeeded in portraying you in my life.

As I sat down to dedicate this blog post to you, I realize that it’s my Eleventh post this May as well as in my Blogging history (J I started the Blog in May itself!). They say that Eleven is a lucky and fortunate and good number (after 7). I am once again delighted to dedicate my Eleventh Post to you. And as a retrospect my past, I find that I met you for the first time in my life during my admissions for the Eleventh grade after my SLC. And as I peep into the near future, I discover that I have an-all-new journey set for my future and career from the Eleventh of June (as I will be moving for Delhi from Nepal for my MBA at FMS) which I know would have been a dream to me if I keep aside your relentless efforts along with me to fulfill my applications (I hope you remember the formalities to be done with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs along with the sending of my Relevant Original Documents to New Delhi through your acquaintance via SpiceJet!) Wow, what a co-incidence of Elevens. And let me add to this what stroke me at this moment- the movie Ek aur Ek Egyarah starring Govinda and Sanjay Dutt. May be, if I had stayed with you together in Nepal for a few more years, we could have been the real life casts of that reel-life!

I hope you will like this small gift from my side as I thought to gift you with something that belonged to me, entirely me. How nice it seems to me to gift you with a technical and ICT-related gift- through my personal blog post dedicated entirely to you!

I don’t know if I have done justice in recognizing you as my Unsung Hero, but I would sincerely like to defend or rather explain my connotations behind the selection of this title. I didn’t know you at all some 7 years ago. You were none other than anyone to me before that, just like any stranger passing by. You were neither any so-called relative to me nor any distant relations of our acquaintance. No relations of blood either. You are neither my father, nor my uncle. Neither was I anyone so special to you. But yet, over the years, you have made me all the more special to have you as my friend, my elder brother, my mentor and my guardian.

Your contributions, large and small, are very very monumental and extra-ordinary. I am certain that they weren’t extended out of any moral liability or obligation (just like the duty of a father towards his son, or a responsibility of a teacher over his disciple) and neither did you have any sort of vested interest in your unconditional support and love towards me. Let me become selfish at this instance, I am too proud to have you as the most Special person in my Life-long odyssey.

You have taken a great leap from No one to The Most Special Person and that’s why I take you as my Unsung Hero. I love you for what you are, I salute you. You once said in my house, “I can never be Vipul” but here I say to you, “No need to become, you are great as you are. You remain as my dearest Amit Dai, forever and ever.”

So, Have I made it large?!?

P.S.: I am still awaiting a perfect moment to provide a platform for another outflow of my feelings for the Unsung Heroine of my life whom I met still a bit later in my life. I don’t know if I can and should name her or not, but yes, she too deserves the tag of ‘my unsung heroine’ in my life.