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Wednesday 18 December 2013

Leap Of Faith


Darkness gathers all around
Hope seems bleak
All the shadows rise, I face my fears
This is the moment of I’ve been dreading
But I know it’s inevitable
How will it end?
Or will it end at all?

My past flashes before me
All my glories, my failures
And as I look back on my trophies
I regret not the things I did, but the ones I didn’t
I am the sum of my actions,
But I could’ve been much more
And as my memory fades away into eternity,
Will I be remembered at all?

But…
Is this how I scale my mountain?
No!
I have learned enough to not let it all slip away
Once I cross this bridge,
Once everything’s said and done
I’ll be a better man
Another feather will adorn my cap

And so I plunge
I launch into the deep
A leap of faith I take.

-          Composed by Kenneth Rohan Kotian
(Inspired by the movie "The Grey")

Friday 1 November 2013

A Tribute to My Teachers at Bethany High

Creative and full of zest
Every grammar class with her was for us another quest
Manjula Ma’am many moral values did teach
And never failed to practice what she did preach.

Shashi Anand Ma’am did Hindi teach me
In me my capabilities she did see
In class, when her period came, we never had to wait
‘Cause everyday, on time was she – never late.

Answers to all the sums to find
As fast as a calculator is Santosh Sir’s mind
Answers to all sums he knew – Banking, graphs, cone and sphere
Much have we grown close over the past year.

Force, energy, machines, sound
In Mallika Ma’am, a great Physics teacher have we found
Our full potential did she want us to reach
Making complexities easy did she teach.

In the world of Chemistry Chandra Ma’am did us guide
Thru’ the difficult equations which seemed so wide
She never stopped encouraging
Always supportive, always caring.

From the wonder of all creation, to the complexity of the brain
In Biology, much knowledge from Suhasini Ma’am did we gain
Kindly and lovingly, with us did she interact
While all the while she was telling us about many interesting facts.

From the Mughal empire to the Great Wall
Nandini Ma’am seems to know it all
Always fun, always testing
Ever loving, never resting.

Agriculture, climate, minerals and soil
To help us understand all this much did Shobha Ma’am toil
A great teacher is she
Who our capabilities accordingly would see.

Conservation, wildlife, afforestation and pollution
Ashima Ma’am for a cleaner, better environment has a vision
Each class with her was exciting
‘Cause she told us many facts which were very interesting.

Pankaj Sir did Computer Applications teach me
A true Indian, as everyone would say, is he
A completely different method did he adopt this subject to explain
And every single day never did he fail to us entertain.

Peter Sir did physical education to us impart
Caring and loving is he, and also kind at heart
Every class did he let us play
This is how he kept us physically fit in every way.

These are the teachers who moulded my character all along high school’s way
They are the ones who made me who I am today
Always loving, always caring, always kind
Such teachers as these nowhere would you ever find.

                                      *****

(2009)

The Storyteller


We are residents of a world in turmoil, a world in conflict with itself. We are but specks of dust on a barren rock hanging in a vast empty space. We lead seemingly meaningless lives – bound to eventually wither away and be forgotten. Yet, we have hope.

We inherently know that this is not our purpose. We go about our daily lives with a mindset that has purpose. We know that we are here for much more – that we are part of a bigger, much grander design. We know we have our own unique purpose – we play our part in a tale that is intertwined with our very existence. The tale is being told by a Storyteller.
He lets the characters decide what they want to be. He merely knits everything together, willing us to fashion a story worth telling.
And the story is set in motion. We play the characters that define us. We decide the ending.

And we have already made that choice.

Our world is doomed to destruction. We have taken the free will that the Storyteller gave us and we have squandered it! We are confused by our own free will. We have abused, misused and prodigalized it! We have made that choice willingly. We chose the ending of the story and when we get to the end, we are not going to like it. We have taken the grandiloquent story that the Storyteller originally penned down and turned it into a gruesome tale of horror. And we are going down that road. At the end, there will be no more pages to turn, nothing left to read. The story will have ended. But we cannot go back to change it. We have written it down in indelible ink. We will fade off the last page into a meaningless, hopeless void – disappearing into a darkness shrouded by obscurity, never to be remembered again.

Unless we choose to reverse it.

We are designed to operate on a higher intellectual level. We think deeper, we seek to understand. To realize that our society elevates such trivial matters to such a high degree of importance is almost laughable! We miss the point; we fail to see what really matters – what really matters!

This simple fact eludes us.

But it is not difficult to grasp once we understand what we have to do –

Eliminate the trivial. See everything in its own light. Give each matter its due importance. Understand how significant the matter at hand is relative to an absolute objective matter of infinitely high significance.

Only then will we be able to rise above the trivialities of base human desires and focus on what really matters – what really matters.

The world around us is in a state of suspended animation. This is a place where monotony is regarded as the pinnacle of success and is desired above all else – it is shrouded in phrases such as ‘settling down’ and ‘retirement’ and gives an almost satisfied exclamation of “having made it!”

We live in a sphere where the commonplace objects are deified and the truly marvelous, ignored.

 We are caught in a world in a swirl of emotion. We are perpetually brewing a volatile concoction of emotions which is just waiting to explode.

Emotion is necessary. It's what makes us human. It's what separates us from the beasts. But as much as it is required, it must also be kept in check. Examining our horrible past with free will, we can see only clearly how superfluous emotion has played its part in our ruin. Emotion is arguably the only force strong enough to break down the barrier of the intellectual part of us and convince us with irrational and illogical arguments to make bad decisions – decisions we later regret having made. Temptation is an emotion in an abstract sense. It convinces us to make decisions against our best interests and we gladly oblige against better judgment.
 Unchecked, emotion can spiral out of control and damage ourselves and those around us. Decisions made while on an 'emotional high' are irrational ones. They are decisions we will not stick to once we sober down. Emotion has only worked against us from the beginning of time.
As we come to accept this foreboding imagery that superfluous emotion has wrought for us, we cannot help but realize that emotion is needless in many spheres of life.

Be as it may, emotion is still an integral part of us. It is indispensably vital to restrain us from becoming rigid. Emotion gives us personality, makes us who we are. Emotion transforms the creation into personified creativity! – So it is no wonder that the Storyteller gave us this distinctive characteristic. It gives our character that depth, that shade of unpredictability!
Nonetheless, we need a dynamic harmonic balance between intellect and emotion. When we are able to disconnect emotion from all decisions and acts which require intellect - pure intellect - that is the moment we stop stuttering and take a giant leap forward. It will expand new horizons for us. We will become aware of countless truths that had eluded our stubborn minds before.

That is why intellectual decisions - informed, calculated decisions - are the way to go ahead successfully! However, as we go through this transformation process, we must still remain humble. Conceit will work against the purpose of transforming an emotion-ridden society into an intellectual one – an intellectual society with just the right tinge of emotion, used wisely.

 
After having seen this from a bird’s eye perspective – seeing it in its true colors, stripped of all the fake vivacity – we are required to make a difference; we are accountable for this revelation. We are expected to breathe life into a world where change is fought for, but resisted when it arrives.

 Remember the story we are part of. Remember the bigger picture. Remember the Storyteller.

What is our part in the story? Are we just passers-by in tale that unfolds around us? Or do we have a role to play in this drama?

We can’t all be protagonists, nor can we all be stagehands. But we can all be the change that this world sorely needs. We must do what we are meant to do, not what we want to do. For only then can the story come together beautifully as was originally planned. There are no small roles, only small actors.

What we decide to do collectively will alter the course of the story to extents we cannot fathom! What we decide to do individually will determine our character, our indentation on the story, our destiny!

Individually, our eventual goal is to achieve own unique purpose - the purpose that defines us, that defines our eternity, our place in the grand scheme of things. We must pursue this goal - this high calling. This is what we are here for. We don't have all the answers; we haven't perfected the details of our journey. But we do know this - we know where we're headed and we know how to get there! It's only a matter of how the journey will pan out.

But the best thing to do right now, is to just rest in the sovereignty of the Storyteller. Let his pen guide our character. Let us be colored in the Author’s ink. We may not like what we end up being in the story but when we read the book in its entirety, we will realize what a magnificent story we are part of – a story written by a Storyteller whose characters yielded their free will to him in exchange for the best possible conclusion to the story! The story, immortalized in memory for all eternity even though the characters themselves cease to exist.

 
We are residents of a world in turmoil, a world in conflict with itself. We are but specks of dust on a barren rock hanging in a vast empty space. We lead seemingly meaningless lives – bound to eventually wither away and be forgotten.

Yet, we have hope.

 
We can find solace in the fact that there is a Storyteller. We are not on our own. We have hope!

 

 

-          Written by Kenneth Rohan Kotian

(2013)
 

Who I Am Makes A Difference

     This project is based on a true story in which a teacher gives her students blue ribbons.  She tells her students to honour some person with the extra blue ribbons she gives them.  One teenager gives his blue ribbon to a top senior executive.  He in turn gave a blue ribbon to his boss.  The boss in turn honoured his son with a blue ribbon which prevented him from committing suicide.
      I thought a lot about who to honour with the blue ribbon which I got.  Many people have made a difference in my life, so it was a hard decision to take about whom to honour.  Finally, after a lot of thinking, I decide to honour my mother.
     My mother has made a HUGE difference in my life.  She has taught me so many valuable lessons and corrected me whenever I did something wrong.  SHE MADE WHAT I AM TODAY.
     The day I got the sheet of paper with the story written in it, I showed it to my mom and told her to read it.  She read the story and told me that it was a very touching story.  Then, she went about doing her work.  After some time, I presented her with a blue ribbon and pinned it on her dress.  She looked at it and was . . . . . . Speechless!! She was so surprised that I honoured her with the blue ribbon.  She was so proud, happy . . . . She had all the positive emotions that you could ever think of.  She told EVERYONE what happened and why she had a blue ribbon pinned on her dress.  This is how I honoured her with the blue ribbon.
    The reason I gave the blue ribbon to my mother was for all the LOVE that she has showered on me from the time I was born till now, even this very moment.  She has also protected me when I was small-and even now-and she has also CARED for me all these fourteen years of my life.  She has ENCOURAGED me when I thought I couldn’t do a certain thing.  She has also CONGRATULATED me every time I achieved something.  She CORRECTED me when I did somethi9ng I wasn’t supposed to do. There are so many more reasons why I honoured her. In short, I would like to say that I honoured her because of all the constant LOVE, PROTECTION, CARE, ENCOURAGEMENT, PRAISE, CORRECTION and for ALL THAT SHE IS TO ME. I REALLY couldn’t have got a better mom.
    I really enjoyed doing this project.  The topic for the project “WHO I AM MAKES A DIFFERENCE” was a creative one.  When I first heard the story, I felt very emotional.  I also understood that recognizing a person or honouring him/her in whatever little way you can, can change that person forever.  And that one person can be a huge impact in society.  I also enjoyed the part where I got to honour a person.  In my case it was my mom.  While doing this project, I got to know several new things about my mom.  This project was really a blessing to me and my mother. I REALLY thank my English teacher Mrs. Manjula Belliappa for giving me this opportunity to do such a unique project which is so different from all the other projects that I have ever done.
    By doing this project I have learnt many valuable lessons which I will cherish for life.  But the most important lesson I have learnt through this project was-

                                                                   WHO I AM MAKES A DIFFERENCE         
                                                                       By, Kenneth Rohan Kotian, 10 A (Batch of 2009)