Dear TEs

Dear TEs

With due respect, with all the love I have, I’m putting down my thoughts. Anyone with a heart problem, please read
with caution as this stunt has been done under the guidance and beware of my emotional content and my tirelessly
thanking people. I have a lot to say, this being my first birthday speech, but I’ll try keeping it short as much as this
font allows me.
Honestly, I joined NSS only because of my friend Manish. I did not apply first but luckily forms were circulated
again and I appeared for the interview in the second round. Can you imagine the disparity in the level of dreams we
hold and the amount of effort we put in for them? Be it more or less, one is never satisfied. The difference in the
answers in my registration form and my answers in the interview had already deprived me of the chances of getting
selected, in my head. Special thanks to Prathmesh Thakur and Priyanka for letting me realise what a hypocrite I
was during the interview. Since my school days, I’ve been that first bencher who is remembered for notes and yes
you can call me teacher ki chamchi. So the way TEs dealt with us coarsely was not a big of a boom to me. It went
well, I got an opportunity to sing, thank you Sanjana. For appreciation day, I thanked my father and it was the first
time that I realised that I could even cry in front of people. The same day I spoke to Ashish and Siddhesh, who let
me know that everyone is going through something in life and that crying is not a weakness. The kind of support
and encouragement I’ve received from both of them is such that two different letters will fall short and be filled
with only Thank you. The real trauma of my NSS journey was acting, if not acting, then acting like a 10-year-old
and if not that then having to learn directly from Shambhavi. Like Kapil dev in ‘83’ says, it was not ‘do or die’ but a
‘do AND die’ situation. I had to cry, had to laugh, and had to argue with my parents. In one such practice, just as I
felt that I gave a superb Karan Johar shot of utter drama, Shruthi comes and says, “Bachi, Bachi bilkul nahi lag rahi
hai” and what plays in the background for me was, “Chan se jo tute koi sapna!” Skit practise was a mixed feeling,
Shambhavi screaming at us, Bala effortlessly being the Shakuni mama and kept saying, “Mere bachonnn”, Varshil
correcting at us every major change, Swapnil being the hourglass and letting us know how the clock kept ticking
while we kept ranting and of course Siddhesh pushing us in the pool of ideas and not exactly restricting us in any
way. Later on, the D-Day when I saw my mentions in the family group which I never opened before, I was dearly
thrilled, special thanks to Shambhavi who hand-held me through my character. The 5 project activity was
challenging with the topic at hand, Sex Education. Sex Education in SIES. The fundraiser was a delightful surprise
to us, it did not even take 24 hours to hit our target. We felt very happy to have successfully completed our activity.
I personally loved the ‘Ek Bharat, Shreshth Bharat’ activity, and was eager to know how everyone portrayed the
states. 2 minutes of silence for our beloved TEs who were trying to joke around with guessing the states. The
experience was unforgettable. On and off the activities, the NSS journey was equally tiring, exciting and
suspenseful. Putting down my key Learnings: 1) I can now speak with grit in front of everyone. 2) Made me realise
the power of the uniqueness of voice 3) Knowing when to speak, how much and what 4) Facing your mistakes also
with confidence 5) Not caring about what others may think. Before I sum up, Thank you Gaurang for letting me
know about NSS, helping me through it and sharing with me your secrets of how to convince people the way you
did for me to join Promethean, MUN and NSS on a streak ;) Thode poems mein bhi likh leti hu aaj kal, So arz kiya,

1) How cool can one be given a problem big or small,
He is the 'Man of few words’ is what I call.

2) She gives importance to every detail,
Urges everyone to take note and entail.

3) Arguments, problems, ideas he can bind,
Fears us with sarcasm or sometimes birthday wishes,
Can anyone guess what's in his mind?

PS: Please guess these personalities in the same order.
Special thanks to Ashish for encouraging me countlessly to write poems and record them.

P.T.O.

A Small offering

Wer m qu i s o t of si t be ,
I do no wo y ab ho I lo an r ,
My de on sa I’ve c a g ,
The wa I ta , I en , I ex s ,
How co I re r m el f o le n ,
Whe N ha so mu in s o .

Did t e ev s i , do t e ha a li , ”,
Was w a we qu on un ta y,
Fro “Can we ge mo ti ”, up to “Sor , we wo ’t do it ag
Thi wa o r s a l to es t e da ,
We we ir p ib as yo ma sa .

The qu y of o r wo wa a g e to of de fo yo ,
Yo ye d at us, Put us in a da ro of co s o ,
To ex s yo fe g of t a mo t in wo s a fe …
“Tum a t na , hu i ja na ” wa t e be su

On be e of t i we’ve le t,
How yo we to us, ma us re e,
How im t it is to be di p ed,
How es t a is be pu t ,
How un r e it is to be qu at t e ri t ti ,
Yes, we’ve le t, Yes we p o l lo to be ca d yo ki ,
We re c yo , we ad yo be o r,
Not le , no mo , t e ba of N wi no be le do ,
Eve fo a mi n bi !

~ Wit Lov
K Ga r