Teachers and students
ge of the Himalayas… and I was about a hundred kilometers away from them on the banks of the Chenab… setting up a camera in nature’s laboratory… learning to make a “time lapse” of clouds hovering over the snow-capped mountains… the phenomena of nature were the teacher and I was the student… By the way, I have always been a student. Babaji had said that if you want to move forward, then at least kill your ego in terms of learning and always remain a student. While chewing the garland of “badab bansib” and “mujhe kuch nahi ata”, keep your head bowed before knowledge, remain a surrender… That’s it! The matter was settled, like this “waves, waves” and to this day I am still a child of the school. However, sometimes when someone tries to explain something to someone on the way or because of my online tutorials, if someone calls himself my student, then say so, otherwise I do not consider myself a teacher at all.
Many years ago, a boy came to my house asking after seeing my online activities. I woke up and reached the door with my eyes meeting his. Immediately after greeting him, he said, "Sir, make me your disciple." At first, I was not impressed, then I laughed, thinking it was a joke. Well, I sat him down and told him, "Hey! I have nothing to do with regular teaching and learning. I sometimes write tutorials on my blog for fun. If you need any information, ask me now or whenever you want on the phone, if I know anything, I will definitely tell you. I tried to convince him to go and get admission in some school or college. But at the end of everything I said, he insisted that no matter what, just take me as a disciple.
A few days later, I received an email from one of my college friends. In which he recommended this boy. Rather, the recommendation was a kind of favor in return for favor in business. I heard that you are now flying very high. And you are not ready to teach one of our children (cousins) two words. Although remember, sir, he himself was never in class and he would teach you something from the notes we made 🙂 etc. etc. Anyway, more than the recommendation, I was impressed by the passion and dedication of this boy. When the servant of Allah came to know about this educational institution from where I studied, he started looking for graduates of the same educational institution around him and coincidentally he got a recommendation from his relatives.
One day he called him and the young man asked the question on the very first day that why weren't you making me a student? The answer: Look young man! First of all, I don't have a special routine, I am a whimsical person from above, so no one could tell you a time when you would have come. Second, the way you started becoming a student, I am tired of such "teacher-like studentship". The reason for this is not at all the thought of teachers who are obsessed with knowledge that someone should not learn from us and get ahead of us or open a shop next to our shopkeeper. Write today that I am certain that the honor and sustenance that is in my destiny is mine. Then whatever someone else wants, I will get it. Therefore, tomorrow you will open a good shop on my level and, of course, I will not mind and perhaps I will also become your customer... While the reason for the disgust is different. And that is that the strange behavior that has become of our society, in which such "teachers and students" only embarrass the servant. What is it that there is no shortage of such students in society who have not learned the work properly and have started considering themselves perfect. In such a situation, even if the teacher points out a mistake, the students would draw a different meaning from it, for example, they start considering the teacher as their rival. To put it in polite words, there is a proverb: When the baby goats are a little young, they start "putting on" their mother. In exactly the same way, when some students learn to walk a little, they rush at the teacher. Therefore, I am not convinced of ruining my peace by taking up disciples on the go. Just as one should choose a teacher thoughtfully, similarly one should also make disciples by sifting them.
Anyway, it is better that instead of a teacher-discipleship like doing good, you should pay me a fee and this fee is not in the form of money, but you should also teach me something. It is as if we will follow the formula of learning and teaching. In this way, the account will remain equal, thus there will be no danger of forgetting kindness and evil, benefactor and kindness... And the day you understand, and indeed you will understand in two or four days that you have learned what you had to learn or I have nothing to teach you, then feel free to leave me and move on happily. I hope that you will take special care of these things. Okay! Come on such and such a day in the week and yes! Call before coming... Then salute the spirit of this young man. Depending on my free time, I would sometimes call him in the hot afternoon and sometimes in the chilly morning. And he would come running. Well done to him for continuing to teach and learn for a year and a half, I would take a break, but he never took a single break and would come in any case. He would teach and teach whatever he could from me. He would explain the techniques or tricks that I myself learned after years of hard work or great brainstorming. Similarly, he also taught me a lot.
Finally, one day he said to him, "Young man! Enough of being a teacher and a disciple, now you should move forward. Go and learn something new from someone better than me." Well, today he is so capable that I often take guidance from him. It is as if he is now my teacher and even today he is a very "submissive teacher"... By the way, during that series of learning and teaching, one day I came to know that Young man builds such bridges of my praises in his house that his mother prays for me with a swing. Sometimes I think that Bilal has become addicted to the prayers of mothers like her and many others. Otherwise, an incompetent and lazy person like me would have cried in the streets.
