Life of a Backbencher

After all these years of back-to-back meetings and conference calls, reaching a place on the nick of time is something that I’ve made into a fine art. Continuing with the same tradition, I reached my classroom at 10.15 in the morning only to find that all the prime seats have been taken up and that the only ones left are in the back of the class. That started my journey as a back bencher.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gum....

Kabhi 0 kabhi 1 dekho ram pam pam

Kabhi is se bhe kamm

Kabhi A bhe to laaya karo

Kabhi khushi kabhi gum tara ram pam pam

Kabhi ache number to laya karo

Learning

As I walk down the narrow lane towards the class room yet another morning, I cannot help but be mesmerised by the beauty of the lakes on either side of the road. As the gentle zephyr balms my face, I am yet again fascinated by the countless unblemished beauty growing from the dark watery mire. Born in the muck of earthly platitude, its base gently sits on the water withering with the ripples created by the soothing breeze. Its grace and aplomb structure reminds me of the pride with which it has been held as the national symbol since time immemorial. As I take a closer look at some of them which are in full blossom, I could see the stern stem giving strength to the plethora of petals around it.