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On a Teachers day, I see a lot of posts about favorite teachers and mentors all around. On a different note, wanted to write about educationalist I read about and my parallel thoughts around that. “𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎.” “𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.” That is Classic Booker Washington for you. A man who rose from the despairing depth of Slavery in the Southern states of US to be marked as a hope and pioneer of Blacks in late 19th Century and Early 20th Century. While we read his ghost written (allegedly) biography, one admires his grit in raising from dumps of humanity to raise to a most influencing African American of his times. His account of his early life move

The death anniversary of Gandhi is finally done for this year. All the posts that sang his praise on the 30th are now laid to rest. All those saffron ‘Desh Bhakths’ have sung a customary hymn for him & moved on with a huge Sigh of relief. They now would go back to collude their ways with the Killers of Gandhi and pretend it is just like any other death of old men, not an heinous murder and act of terror it really is. They rest in the thought that their numbers have grown and only little more time needed before they can give the final burial to his memories and dreams, like they did for his mortal remains 74 years back. So it becomes all the more important that we do not just talk about Gandhi on his birthday or anniversary, but every day to remind that the murder of that man was not like just any other murder, but an attack on the soul of India that was built over the years fighting against oppressors and on a nation that was forged in the fire of sacrifice. A fire and dream so pow