I just want to thank Dr. L.B. Verma sir for treating the subject history the way it should be treated. Whatever understanding I have of history, is solely due to his way of teaching. I remember students from other disciplines used to come and attend his class and if there was no place to sit, students preferred to stand at the back of the class and listened to him. Its because of him we used to understand how a mere common man defeated mighty emperors and church priests and they had to give up their power to the common man in the form of democracy. I don’t know where he is today. But I know one fact, a teacher affects eternity. Its really true when I think about Verma sir. I wish he can read my poem. He will perfectly understand what I am trying to convey.
Another reason to float on cloud nine
World’s most envied automobile, at my doorsteps!!
Father! Come & look at your birthday present..
Later my son later, right now I am busy,
Father, talking to a perfect non entity and
Father! You will never be a success!!
I can’t thrust it upon you anymore
You refuse to join the list of also arrived!
I shouted down the frustration of my entire life..
Calm down my son. Calm down.
I always defied those instruments which,
Standardize me, classify me, categorize me..
I laughed out loud,
Just crosscheck, my son, when the King tried
To dictate terms on me,
I’d proclaimed proudly
Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!
Crosscheck, my son what happened to the priest,
When the priest issued the passport to heaven,
I have confined him to the pages of books
Today you have to sit in the lap of history
To search for his power!!
If the circumference of the human intelligence
Has shrunken so miserably, then
It is high time, My Son! Learn from history,
And don’t decide for me, overtly or covertly,
What is success!
Because History ever repeats itself!!!