Well, I
always thought EXPERIENCE is what happens to you. Be it learning, outcome of life, challenges,
practical scenarios of being, events you encounter etc.
Have you
ever thought of CREATING EXPERIENCE!
Yes! I mean
CREATE. i.e build, craft, foster, conceive, make it happen.
Please note,
let me be clear, I don’t mean EXPERIENCE in the context of business or
customers.
There are
very few in life who can CREATE EXPERIENCE for NO GAIN. And there are very few
blessed ones like me who receive such experiences, live those moments with
those episodes befitting a cherishable memory, heralding to another exciting
story of my life.
At receiving
end – if one feels blessed, at other end the one who bestows it stands at an
altitude – probably like angels who work behind you – just to ensure to bring an
ARDENT SMILE on your face.
This is a sensational
and an incredible experience and story of my life – Part 2 - “Pupils make pals
meet”.
Hold your
breath – and read through, what does it take to create experience:
It was in
2004 that I wrote my last letter to my pen pal. One of the most unique and remarkable
experience of my life.
(Refer: http://dwellingreflections.blogspot.in/2012/09/pen-pal.html)
Years have
passed by, and I treasure his gifted books and letters and read through when I
can squeeze time. Few very close friends have heard about him. An unknown face
with an enlivening tale. Attempts to search have been staggering and sporadic.
It was on
December 2nd 2017 that few of my students of other program attended
a module of Life Skills – on THINKING & COGNITION.
Post the
session, at home – they wanted to glance at my home library. Amidst of it, came
a large greeting card – another exclusive hand made one’s from my CoreEL team,
which got an exclamation of WOW!
Well, I said,
this is one of them, and I carry some exceptional reminiscences and showed them
a five feet folded white sheet elucidating my personality which was fifteen years
old. They were stunned looking at its
details and niceties. Yet again! I had
to narrate the story behind it.
It was that
day again, I narrated about my unknown pen pal and my students were super
curious to know more about him. They
probed me in all angles, and enquired to extract all known facts, but I had
very less information which was valid for more than a decade now. The day’s
excitement ended and we moved on respectively to our own dwellings and lanes.
December 11th
2017 – Post a counselling session at 9:45pm, I came out of the room to discover
four of my students sitting and waiting for me for more than two hours which
was little unexpected late in the night. They handed over a piece of paper and said to
solve a puzzle. I went literally speechless, and tried little harder to solve.
The puzzle led me to my library of books, where I found another colored piece
of paper with another puzzle, which then directed me to kitchen. Yes! They made
me play ‘treasure hunt’ 😊.
To add to the stratum, my search was
getting video recorded ‘live’. 😊
From kitchen came to living room, then to my
musical instrument, then on to dining hall, which at last led to outside home
to hunt for a POST.
Coming out
of the main door – I saw a big red colored wrapped box with a small black
opening like a POST BOX. There seemed to
be surprise implanting hundreds of thoughts in my mind. A gift, a letter,
something to play, or some books or a show piece…lot of speculations and
assumptions.
I unsealed
it carefully to find an enfolded brown mid sized envelope – with a 2017 Diary. I
opened the envelope to see a folded A4 size sheet of two pages, two cadbury
diary milk chocolates, a pack of sketch pens.
I just read first
three lines, there surged my tears of joy & ecstasy. I just could not hold
myself from hugging my adorable student.
THEY HAD
CREATED AN EXPERIENCE.
THEY HAD
REOPENED A SO CALLED SEALED STORY
Yes! The letter
which was in my hand was dated 10th December 2017 written by my pen
pal after a span of nearly 13.5 years. His handwriting was as legible, flawless and neat even after so many
years.
How! From
where! How did that happen! – Is an invigorating story they had made it
happen.
Call it a
risk, an attempt, a venture or a luck – be it any, they had unearthed the
presence of my pen pal nearly 350kms away from Bangalore. Three of my students had ventured out with
sheer confidence to give it a try with all the clues they had collated.
Travelling through cold night of December from Bangalore, waiting early in the
morning before sun rise in an unknown desolated bus stop, exploring to villages
like strangers, enquiring with new set of people, travelling back again with
some hint of unacquainted address to another district of Karnataka, waiting in
a medical care unit for untiring three hours – at last they sat in front of Dr.
BS Manjunath – my good old pen pal introducing themselves as my students.
The first
paragraph of the letter read – that even to this day such students or more precisely
called DISCIPLES exist. And I felt so delighted and jubilant to be calling them
as MINE. I proudly say ‘They belong to me’.
Unknown pen
pal has no more a mask, unidentified friend is no more in some corner of this earth.
If these
three little angels of mine would not have discovered him – Probably I would
not have known him at all. I would not have been in a position to recognise
even if he was right in front of me.
Blessed
souls on earth are few, and I am definitely one among them – to have
experienced the showering of affection, warmth and care just for a SMILE on my
face in return.
Those little
adorable angels are Supriya, Shubhanka and Raghu.
Their
current punch line is ‘Impossible is only untried’.