“Only the dead
have seen the end of war”, I have always regarded that a quotation has more
impact than a boring dictated paragraph. Remembering Plato, I threw one of his
favoured quotations to take a glimpse at the reaction of my students. They usually,
just stare blank at me. Some of them stay with eyes rooted in their books,
while a small portion of them stare at the wall behind me, as if the answer to
all questions were inscribed there. Very few of them actually possess the
optimum amount of concentration, as they are grilled by all the teachers to
excel in studies.
A class full of
bright students is a myth which is carried on from generations and brought
forward in each class of each school and of every country. On most occasions, I
am on the lookout for just a single hand that is raised or a plain nod. But, as
it turned out, today was different; nobody was interested in what I was saying.
It seemed the entire juice of excitement has been siphoned out by other
teachers, and classes in the second half on most occasions are soporific.
Clueless faces
sat on the wooden chairs, as if I had thrown in a math equation of a higher
standard, at them. This was supposed to be an unconscious body language gesture
for me, indicating the course of the day. So I take the textbook, close it and
slam it on the table- “No lesson for today, today we hear a story. How many of
you, boys and girls want to hear a story?”
Watching them
the next moment was like watching a bud opening up into a flower. The life that
is infused with a single word echoed is worth observing. As expected the
drooping faces suddenly lit up with the sound of the word- ‘story’. They closed
their books in unison and looked up towards me for a start.
As a history
teacher of Kendra Vidhyalaya, I could tell them any story that I wanted to. But,
I wanted them to explore their imaginations. Few things in life are more
exciting than watching a young bird fly, or for that matter, the first tender
step your child takes. For me, the only captivating thing is the way students
explore their vivid imaginations. The ability to think and reason differently
under similar circumstances is the unique characteristic of a human. I find
that quite enchanting, but as time passes by, and we start to age, the answers
conform being similar, and the ability to think different is a quality that is
being highly sought after.
As the
environment had changed to being like one in the morning, or rather as the
students would feel like on a Sunday morning- I made myself available to every
eye in the classroom.
“I want all of
you to listen to this story, and answer me a simple question. Would you all be
able to do that?”
“Yes Sir”,
replied all.
Informing
someone that there is a tunnel on the way gives them an element of surprise, but
telling them that there is something unexpected at the end of the tunnel will
get their adrenaline rushing. Everybody started thinking about the question and
wondered less about the story.
“What is your
ambition in life? What would you be or who do you see as your role model?”
There were
discrete answers to my question. Part of the crowd wanted to be doctors, save
people and help them recover from their disease. That is a great profession,
where you can come directly in contact with the patients and cure them. All
classes in India have aspiring doctors, if I am not wrong. That is a well-known
reason for producing the best doctors in the world.
Some of them
wanted to be engineers. There are so many disciplines in engineering that the
students themselves are unaware of it. A couple of girls wanted to be pilots or
astronauts. Some wanted to be teachers, some politicians, some police officers,
some actors and finally, there were three students who had no idea what will
happen to them in the future. A common thing that is haunting most students
these days- lack of vision regarding ones future.
I expected such replies and I also knew that
during the course of their lives, they would change their ambitions and
careers. I remember when I was young, I wanted to be a pilot, then a doctor,
then an actor, and then a cricketer but, I finally managed to be a teacher. A
decision that I don’t regret, and I hope I won’t in the near future also.
After collecting
the required data, I began.
“Have you heard
of thanksgiving?”
Once again
cluelessness filled the room and I had to speak again to stop the murmurs.
“Thanksgiving is
a custom in North America, most famous in United States. It is celebrated on
the 2nd week of October, every year. On this day, the entire family
joins together for a hearty meal, and share the day together. A lot of time
goes by for the preparation and the main recipe is a turkey.”
“Excuse me sir,
what is a turkey?” asked a boy with profound innocence, while some of the
students laughed at his ignorance.
“A turkey is a
bird, it is larger than a chicken and it is favoured by many as better than
chicken. But, it is more expensive and not so common in India.”
He thanked me
and I could sense that under his breath, he was cursing himself for such a
silly question.
“So, one time
during thanksgiving, there was a family of the Robbins. They lived in a small
town in the state of Michigan. It was thanksgiving and the entire neighbourhood
was celebrating, eating their favourite ‘turkey’.”
“The father, the
head of the family was John, who was jobless for quite some time and
his wife, Nikki, was washing dishes in households to bear the expenses for their
living. At thanksgiving they had no money to buy a turkey or even a chicken.
All they ate was porridge every day. John and Nikki had two children, William
and Anthony. Both of them were young, but they understood the complications
their family were going through. So what was the name of the father of William
and Anthony?”
“John”, said
the majority of the students convincing me that they were paying attention.
“As a custom,
they needed to have good food that day, but the Robbins’ had no money. The
children were disappointed but they didn’t let their parents sense it.
Meanwhile, Nikki was complaining all day about John and his drinking habits
that got him thrown out of his job and brought them to this condition. John was cursing his luck and threatened Nikki repeatedly.”
“Both the boys
watched their parents fight, but they couldn’t do anything. The racket went on
for about an hour, while Nikki prepared the last porridge left in the house.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Shocked at the sudden knock, John thought that the neighbours had come in to complain of the fight and noise.”
“John, ordered Anthony to open the door. Anthony hesitated for a second, but followed
his father’s command. To his surprise there was no one at the door, but lying
ahead on the floor, close to his feet was freshly cooked food. He looked out to
see if anyone was visible, but no one was in sight. On procuring the food
delivered at the doorstep, he brought it in.”
““Who was
there?” asked John in a stern voice””
““Somebody has
left food for us”, said Anthony”
““Food? Why
would someone bring food for us?” Commanded John”
““I don’t know
dad”, replied Anthony with his pale voice.”
“Silence was
common to all, as their eyes lay fixed on the food that was delivered. William
wanted to make a move but he held back. He, as well as the rest of the family
had grown tired of satisfying their hunger with porridge day in and day out.
Anthony being the youngest of all couldn’t resist anymore and asked his dad.
““Dad, can we
have this food, I am hungry””
““No, absolutely
not, someone must have deliberately kept food at our doorstep to make us look
petty and miserable”, said John suppressing any thoughts of eating the
charitable food.”
“Meanwhile, Nikki who was watching everything from the kitchen came closer to Anthony and looked
at John. She saw a shrewd man, whose bloated ego could lead their children
starving even on thanksgiving.”
Amongst the
serious atmosphere, where the story was taking a turn, a hand moved vertically
upward with a state of confusion. I had to stop my story and tend to the
immediate problem faced by the zealous, back-bencher. This was the first time
he had raised his hand in my class.
“Yes Sandeep,
what is your question?”
“Sir, I didn’t
understand the word you mentioned before ego.”
“Did you mean
bloated! You see bloated means something that is pumped or swollen up, like a
balloon. Hence, bloated ego simply means his big ego or being stubborn, or
notorious.”
He let me
continue after a confirmative nod.
“Nikki tried to
intervene and told John that this could be a sign from God and that they had
to accept it as it was thanksgiving.”
“Although
John was outnumbered, he still didn’t budge from his initial decision. He
ordered Anthony to throw the food outside. The next few seconds of silence was
awkward. Nobody spoke and everybody stared blank. There was no intention by
Anthony or Nikki to throw away the food. But, there was John who would not
allow them to eat. In this family everything happened as per John’s command,
and to be fair his decisions were not good for the family’s current state. He
was reckless to quit his job and to add to the misery he got drunk every day,
ruining thanksgiving.”
“After few more
seconds, John rushed towards Anthony to snatch the plate. But, Nikki was
quicker and she stopped him midway.”
““John, if
you try to throw the food that has been delivered to us on thanksgiving, I
swear to God I will leave you and take the children with me”, said Nikki taking
a stand against John who was crueller than ever.”
“He tried to
shove Nikki to the side with his sheer strength, but failed to do so because of
the high amount of alcohol in his body. The two boys stood behind their mother
and supported her stand. They held her by the shoulder signalling John that
he was outnumbered. ”
“John was
angry and upset, and watching his family turn against him, he left the house in
a fit of rage and slammed the door shut. Nikki stood there immovable for the
next few seconds. She finally breathed a sigh of relief that nobody was hurt.”
“The main
reasons that prompted John to leave at that moment were three things- the
food that is delivered is charity, it means that he is worthless and he has to
leave his family. So, without further ado, kicking up the dust, John set out
on his own journey. That was the last time the rest of them saw John. The
situation was the same but the decision made by Anthony on the other hand was
different. I would like to point this out- The ability to think and reason
differently under similar circumstances is the unique characteristic of a
human. Anthony thought otherwise, the first thing he thought of was that they
had food. That was the best thing that anyone could have provided, to him and
his family at that point of time. The second thing that he thought of was that
even in this dog eat dog world, there was someone who actually cared about
someone else and didn’t want anything in return. It made him believe that
strangers care. The third thing he thought of was that if somebody cared about
him, then he should do the same and that he will make a difference in his life.”
“Anthony grew up
without his father for the rest of his life and at the age of seventeen, he
gathered enough money to feed two families at thanksgiving. That was the most
moving and humbling experiences of his life. It brought solace and peace of
mind and the best part was that he loved it. He didn’t even tell anybody or
even asked for help. He just did it, because strangers care. The following
year, he assembled enough money to feed four families doubling the number every
year henceforth. This went on for many years and after decades into helping
others, Anthony along with his foundation fed more than four million people in
hundred different countries on festivals and holidays.”
The next moment
I could sense the self-realization that was overwhelming few of my students.
That brought me to my question- “What is your ambition in life?” But before I did
that, I wanted them to take a moment and understand the meaning of the story.
It is very important that children grasp the meaning of the story; else the
entire story remains unimportant. I took a quick glance at the faces- some were
perplexed, some were happy and some were waiting for me to talk. I took some
more seconds before I finally spoke.
“So, what do you
think about the story? Now is the time for my question.”
I once again saw
those exiting eyes and felt happy.
But, before I
could say anything the school bell rang, signalling the end of the academic
day. I wanted to ask my question but the children were in a hurry to leave. The
entire school burst out shouting and running for the exit. I didn’t want to
stop them from going home, so I postponed my question to yet another boring
second half class.
I felt bad that
nobody wanted to listen to the question at the end of the story. Everybody was
in a hurry to go home. This made me realise that school is such a burden on the
children. They are only looking to pass the time whilst they are here. Hopefully
the next day would be a better day.
I gathered my
text book and decided to leave when I saw Sandeep approaching me. He stood
determined and resolute.
“What happened
Sandeep, is everything all right?”
“Sir before this
class I didn’t know what to do. But now, I want to be like Anthony Robbins.”
(P.S: Anthony
Robbins is an American life coach, self-help author and motivational speaker.
He has spoken at Harvard Business School and was ranked by the school among the
“Top 200 Business Gurus” (Harvard Business School Press, 2003). In 2007, he was
named to Forbes magazine's
"Celebrity 100" list. Forbes estimated that Robbins earned
approximately $30 million USD in that year.)
