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Teacher Talks: The Night Sudeep Came to My Door  A Pain I Carried for 30 Years A true incident from my early teaching years that still echoes in my heart, reminding me how deeply a teacher feels a child’s unseen struggles. Teaching is full of moments that stay with us forever. Some brighten our world, and some leave a quiet ache that never truly fades. Today I am sharing one such real story from my early teaching years— A story that shaped me, questioned me, and stayed with me for more than 30 years. A story of a boy named Sudeep. The Story  In those days, I was in my early twenties — a young teacher, full of enthusiasm, dreams and honesty. Sudeep was one of my favourite students, though technically I never taught him . He was in junior secondary and I left for Mumbai before he reached my class. But he was always around— singing, dancing, performing, smiling… Ever-ready for any music or cultural practice. Academically, he was weak. His interest in studies slowly faded as h...

तत्काल बॉस-सीनियर का सम्मान करें ! ज़िंदगी से सीखे कुछ असली सबक Disclaimer इस ब्लॉग में साझा की गई सभी घटनाएँ , सीख और उदाहरण केवल समझ-बूझ बढ़ाने और सकारात्मक सोच विकसित करने के उद्देश्य से लिखे गए हैं। इनका किसी व्यक्ति, संस्था, संगठन या पद से सीधा संबंध नहीं है। किसी भी घटना का उल्लेख केवल अनुभव पर आधारित है, न कि आलोचना , दोषारोपण या तुलना के लिए। कुछ असली सबक हम सब अपनी नौकरी या पेशे में रोज़ कई लोगों से मिलते हैं। लेकिन एक बात हमेशा याद रखिए — आपका सबसे ज़रूरी व्यक्ति होता है आपका “ तत्काल बॉस ।” क्यों? क्योंकि वही आपकी रिपोर्ट आगे ले जाता है। वही आपके काम, स्वभाव और मेहनत की पहली छाप बनाता है। और ज़्यादातर फैसले, उसी की राय पर टिका करते हैं। अक्सर लोग गुस्से , अहंकार या छोटी-सी बात में अपने सीनियर से उलझ जाते हैं। फिर बाद में पछताते हैं। आज मैं कुछ सच्ची घटनाएँ साझा कर रहा हूँ, जो बताते हैं कि थोड़ी-सी समझदारी कई परेशानियाँ बचा सकती है। 1. ट्रेन में मिली सीख मेरे एक रिश्तेदार ने बताया कि उनके सहकर्मी ने एक बार लोकल ट्रेन में अपने बॉस को देखकर अनदेखा कर दिय...

 Friday Special ✨ "Why Didn’t You Scold Me?"  – A Journey That Changed My Awareness Some experiences arrive quietly … Yet they leave a lifelong imprint. Today’s Friday Special shares one such real incident — unexpected, unforgettable , and deeply reflective . A journey where one man’s mistake , and one moment of generosity , changed the way I look at responsibility forever. Real Story: The Midnight Confusion on a Train Travelling with students on educational trips is always a major responsibility. It’s fun for students! And for teachers? For teachers, a train journey is never relaxation — it is constant alertness . Students move around to meet friends, passengers complain , and we ensure everyone settles down safely and sleeps on time. Every year brings a new story, but this one remains very close to my heart . Sometimes I laugh at it, sometimes I feel pity , and at times I even blame myself for what happened. We were returning from our Mount Abu trip. It was midnig...

 🇮🇳Constitution Day Special  Aaj Ka Bharat, Majboot Bharat, Towards a Developed Nation 🇮🇳 26 November … वो दिन जब भारत ने दुनिया को दिखा दिया कि लोकतंत्र सिर्फ एक व्यवस्था नहीं, बल्कि एक संस्कृति है। Constitution Day reminds us of the powerful vision that shaped modern India — Justice, Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity. आज का भारत सिर्फ बढ़ नहीं रहा… उठ रहा है। जाग रहा है। चमक रहा है। And moving confidently towards the dream of a Developed India. संविधान: The Soul of Our Nation Our Constitution is not just a legal document — यह भारत की आत्मा है। A guiding light that ensures : Equality for all Unity in diversity Dignity and justice Right + Duties  And a strong democratic framework सदियों की सभ्यता, संघर्ष और सपनों का सार हमारे संविधान में बसता है। Aaj Ka Bharat — Majboot Bharat Aaj ka Bharat साहस से भरा है, विश्वास से भरा है। The golden bird — Sone ki Chidiya — फिर से चमक रही है। Technology में growth Education  में awareness Society में unity Y...

Gifts: Blessing or Burden? Opening Thought A gift is supposed to bring joy … But sometimes, the wrapping hides pressure, comparison, expectation, or obligation . In a world where emotions are pure but intentions vary , a simple gift can unite hearts — or silently shake relationships. This thought came to me unexpectedly . A moment of reflection . A quiet memory . A sudden realisation that gifting , which seems so simple on the surface, carries hundreds of unseen layers underneath. This blog is an attempt to unwrap those layers — gently , honestly , and without judgment . 🎁 Gifts: Blessing or Burden? When Intentions Speak Louder Than Their Price Tag A gift is meant to convey love, warmth, gratitude. Yet often, it becomes a test , a comparison , or an unspoken pressure . A servant once offered his employer a gift far beyond his capacity. What appeared generous was actually a burden he carried silently. But misunderstanding turned a heartfelt gesture into discomfort — and co...

SUNDAY SPECIAL:  TEACHER TALKS  The Unfiltered Confessions of a Classroom Life By Rakesh Kushwah Why This Blog Exists Today?? Teachers, parents, and students wrote heartfelt comments on last week’s blog. Some praised the truth . Some shared their pain . Some said, “Sir, thank you for saying what we always felt but never spoke.” And one line repeated again and again: “ Sir, teachers melt with a genuine sorry.” Yes. One honest “ Sorry, Sir / Madam ” can heal a teacher’s week-long frustration. But one false accusation … one exaggerated story … one misunderstanding … can break a teacher forever. So today, I am not writing as a lecturer, author, or admin. Today I speak as a teacher — seedhi baat, dil se baat. And I begin with two stories from Mumbai… stories that shaped me, broke me, healed me . STORY 1 — The Wooden Scale & The Sound That Echoed When I was half of my present age, I entered Mumbai with a glowing face, confident mind, energy of knowledge, a spark of wisdom, a...

Daily Mirror Part 6 |A Poisonous Poison Nation Above Caste: The Global Filter & The Real Identity (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) When you leave India and step onto international soil — whether for work, studies, travel, or settlement— something extraordinary happens: The caste you carried for generations… suddenly becomes irrelevant. The world outside India never asks: Aapka surname kya hai? Gaon kaunsa? Kaun jaat se ho? Kaun si category? The global world has only one filter : What can you do ? What skills do you bring? How do you work with people ? What values define you? In a single moment, the caste that ruled your identity inside your own country turns into nothing more than a forgotten background detail. 1. In the Global World, Caste Has No Currency Abroad: Doctors are respected because of expertise Engineers because of efficiency Teachers because of contribution Chefs because of creativity Drivers because of discipline Workers because of labo...

Daily Mirror Part5A Poisonous Poison Language Above Caste: Sugar-Coated Casteism at the State Level (Series: Casteism — A Boon or a Curse? My Reflections) When you leave your district and enter a new state, something magical—and confusing— unfolds : Your caste identity shrinks , and your state identity expands . Suddenly, you are no longer: Brahmin, Modi, Gupta, Kushwaha,Yadav,  Banjara… You become: UP wale Bihar wale Marathi manus Gujarati Tamilian Bengali For people of another state, your language becomes your introduction . Your accent becomes your identity . Your caste moves to the background . But this is only half the truth. Because inside your own state, caste still breathes— softly, sweetly… and sugar-coated . 1. Identity Shifts: The Power of Language Cross into Karnataka , and every North Indian becomes “ Hindi people .” Move to North India , and every South Indian becomes “ Madrasi .” Come to Mumbai, and people judge first by: language mother tongue accent surnam...

 Daily Mirror Part 4 |A Poisonous Poison Business Above Caste: The Filtered Casteism of Cities & Districts (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) The moment you step from a town into a city or district headquarters, something surprising happens: Casteism does not disappear. It becomes polished . It becomes selective . It becomes convenient . It becomes smarter . Cities are not free of caste. Cities are just better at hiding it behind progress, opportunity , and modern language. At this level, casteism becomes a filter — visible only when the right light falls on it. 1. The Dual Identity: Village Name + Surname In cities, introductions carry two carefully chosen tags: “ Main ___ gaon ka hoon… aur surname ___ hai.” Because people know these two details will help others decode: • social standing • cultural behaviour • traditional background • past connections • potential influence Rural casteism was loud . Town-level casteism was gentle . But in cities, caste is d...

Daily Mirror — Part 3 |Poisonous Poison: Casteism at Town Level  The Mixture of Honey and Poison (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) When you move from a village to a small town or block level, casteism changes its costume . It no longer roars openly . It smiles . It negotiates . It adjusts . It hides inside “daily systems.” But make no mistake— It still breathes . Town life reveals a strange truth: Casteism here is neither raw poison nor pure honey. It is a mixture— confusing, situational , and deeply ingrained . 1. Marketplaces: The Invisible Lines In towns, people share tea at roadside stalls , discuss politics, cricket, and government jobs. To an outsider, it looks like harmony . It looks progressive . But the moment you enter someone’s home , the invisible lines rise quietly. “Shop par chai le lo, ghar par mat aana.” ( Take tea at the shop, but don’t come home.) Incident A man once cycled 10 km to a town to collect his regular medicine. At the clinic, he ...

Daily Mirror Part 2|Raw Poison in the Stem,:  When Tradition Meets Politics From the series: “A Poisonous Poison — Casteism: A Boon or Curse? My Reflections” Opening Thought If the roots of casteism are silent and underground , the stem is loud, visible, unapologetic. Here, casteism doesn’t hide. It walks in daylight . It speaks openly . It punishes quietly . And sometimes… it humiliates brutally in front of everyone. This is Raw Poison — poison that burns without shame . A Developed Village… But Not Developed Enough When you move from a remote village to a semi-developed one, you expect awareness, growth , and change . But casteism grows too — only its style changes . It becomes less hidden, more organised . A wound that looks half-dried , but still infected underneath . Story 1: The Teacher and the Cup This incident is carved deeply in my memory. One day, my father sent me with a teacher from another village to the house of our village school headmaster. We were both served te...

Daily Mirror — Part 1 Poison at the Roots: The Invisible Walls From the series: A Poisonous Poison — Casteism: A Boon or Curse?My Reflections  By Rakesh Kushwaha Prologue In this series, I will share real experiences of people close to me. Some of them have endured the harshness of casteism silently — friends who trusted me with their pain, even as they rose to become principals, educators, leaders, and entrepreneurs. At the same time, I have also witnessed courage — individuals who took stands, sometimes small, sometimes incomplete, but always meaningful. Their efforts deserve acknowledgement too. I will mention names only where the story truly calls for it — not to expose anyone, but to honour their journey, their truth , and their strength . Opening Reflection Casteism does not begin on the surface . It begins underground — silently, deeply — like roots of a tree that decide the direction of the entire plant even before it grows. Before a child learns numbers, poems, or...

A Poisonous Poison| Casteism A Boon or Curse? A Six-Part Reflective Series  by Rakesh Kushwaha Introduction  Casteism - a poisonous poison that has shaped India for centuries. Some call it tradition . Some call it identity . Some call it a system . But for those who have lived through its many layers, it becomes an experience of pain, adjustment, confusion, survival , and sometimes, silent rebellion. This series is not built on books or borrowed ideas. It flows from my eyes, ears, memories , and lived reality  -  • from a remote village to South Mumbai , • from district boards to international universities , • from childhood innocence to adult introspection. It is a journey through six layers of casteism -  from its cruel roots to its polished urban version , from visible discrimination to invisible profiling, from local identity to global freedom. Each part carries a different truth , a different observation , and a different turning point in m...