The debt you can never repay…

“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” — Rudyard Kipling

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

Before you knew language, success, ambition, or even your own name, there was a heartbeat protecting you. Not yours — hers.

Long before the world recognised your existence, your mother carried you inside her body, surrendered her sleep to your cries, and quietly rearranged her life around your survival. The umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, but another invisible cord — made of sacrifice, worry, prayer, and unconditional love — never truly disappears. Yet modern life is testing that bond.

In a world obsessed with deadlines, digital screens, and self-made success stories, many children have unknowingly become emotionally absent from the lives of the very women who built them. We remember birthdays, meetings, and notifications – but forget to ask a simple question: “Maa, how are you?”

This Mother’s Day, perhaps flowers are not enough. Perhaps what mothers really need is our time.

Science behind a ‘Mother’s Love’

A mother’s love is not merely emotional. It is biological. Scientists have found that during pregnancy, foetal cells pass from the child into the mother’s bloodstream and can remain there for decades. This phenomenon, known as foetal microchimerism, means a child may continue living inside the mother’s body long after birth. You are, quite literally, still a part of her.

Neuroscience also shows that motherhood permanently changes the brain. When a mother hears her baby cry, regions linked to empathy, alertness, and emotional responsiveness become deeply activated. Her body and mind are rewired around another human being.

The first home you ever lived in was not made of bricks. It was a woman.

History’s greatest minds understood this truth. Albert Einstein once said, “Everything I am, I owe to my mother.” Mahatma Gandhi credited his moral strength to his mother’s discipline and faith. Swami Vivekananda often spoke of the courage he inherited from his mother.

Behind extraordinary people, there is often an ordinary woman who quietly gave everything.

Every faith reveres mothers

Across religions and civilisations, mothers occupy the highest moral space.

In Islam, the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said three times that a mother deserves the greatest honour before mentioning the father. Hindu philosophy declares, “Matru Devo Bhava” — Mother is god. Christianity immortalised the image of Jesus thinking of his mother even during crucifixion. Sikhism celebrates women as the source of kings and generations, while Buddhism teaches that no child can ever fully repay the debt owed to parents.

Civilisations separated by geography, language, and time arrived at the same conclusion: the mother is sacred.

The invisible sacrifices we rarely notice

The greatest things mothers do are often the things nobody sees.

She ate last after feeding everyone else.

She stayed awake when you were sick and slept only after your fever dropped.

She worried every time you stepped outside.

She prayed for you silently while cooking, waiting, cleaning, or lying awake at night.

None of these acts was performed for applause.

They were done out of instinctive love.

A mother does not calculate sacrifice. She simply lives it.

Poets knew what we have forgotten

No literature on earth has grieved the mother’s love with the same aching beauty as Urdu poetry. The poets who wrote these lines were not being sentimental. They were being precise.

Jis ne di thi aaghosh-e-mohabbat tujh ko,

Us maa ke qadmon mein jannat hai teri!

(She who gave you the embrace of love – your heaven lies at that mother’s feet.)

And the English tradition, no less moved, gave us William Ross Wallace, who wrote in the nineteenth century: “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.” Abraham Lincoln said with characteristic plainness: “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” The writer Victor Hugo distilled it even further: “A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.”

Indian mothers: Architects of the nation

India was not built only by political leaders or institutions. It was built in kitchens, courtyards, and bedtime conversations.

Indian mothers carried families through poverty, migration, partition, illness, and uncertainty — often without recognition. They sold jewellery for education, skipped comforts for their children’s future, and turned values into inheritance.

The story of India is incomplete without women like Jijabai, who shaped Shivaji Maharaj’s vision, or Putlibai, whose discipline deeply influenced Gandhi.

Even today, millions of Indian mothers continue to be the country’s most underappreciated nation-builders.

The loneliness we refuse to see

Modern India faces a quiet emotional crisis.

Many elderly parents now live alone, especially in cities. Children move away in pursuit of careers and opportunities, but somewhere along the journey, communication becomes occasional, visits become rare, and affection becomes digital.

We often call this independence.

But for many mothers, it feels like abandonment.

What she needs is rarely expensive.

She does not want luxury.

She wants your voice.

She wants your presence.

She wants to know that the child she gave everything to still remembers her.

Before this day ends

Before this Mother’s Day is over, pause.

Call her.

Visit her.

Sit beside her without looking at your phone.

Listen to the stories you have heard a hundred times before. The story is not important anymore — her voice is.

One day, the house will become quieter than silence. One day, her number will stop appearing on your phone. And on that day, you would give anything to hear her call your name one more time.

Do not wait for absence to understand love.

Mother’s Day is not about social media posts or flowers bought in a hurry. It is about gratitude. It is about remembering the woman who stood between you and the world long before the world knew you existed.

Because the truth is simple:

She was your first breath.

Your first prayer.

Your first home.

And perhaps the purest form of love you will ever know.

Don’t wait for the silence to understand what you have.

My Heartache on Abba’s 7th Remembrance

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

“Death is an ultimate truth, but no truth prepares a son for the absence of his father.”

बाप सिर्फ़ एक रिश्ता नहीं होता,
वह ज़िंदगी का पहला उस्ताद और रेहनुमा होता है।

There are truths in life we all grow up hearing: that death is inevitable, that every soul must return to its creator. But no one ever teaches a son how to breathe on the day his father’s breath stops. On December 24, 2018, when my father, Dr Jalil Ahmad Ansari, left us in a tragic road accident, stealing the ground from beneath our feet, I realise that while death is a truth, the departure of a father is an endurance. It is a melancholy that does not fade; it merely settles into the bones. No matter how grey my own hair turns, or how many responsibilities I shoulder, the heart remains a small child, perpetually seeking the patronage of my father at every turn of life’s trials and tribulations.

Seven years have passed. During calendar years, it is a considerable amount of time. In a son’s heart, it is still that same stunned evening, replaying itself quietly behind the eyes.

I am a father now—of two sons—and yet, how incomplete I feel without you. There are moments when I look at my children and instinctively turn inward, seeking your guidance. I imagine asking you, “Abba, am I doing this right?” And then I remember—you are no longer here in the flesh, only in memory, in conscience, in the values you planted deep within me.

जब भी दुनिया के बाजार में ईमान बिकता देखता हूँ,
मैं आपकी यादों का तावीज़ पहन लेता हूँ।

Abba, I miss you even more in this age of materialism, where truth is mocked, and integrity is mistaken for foolishness. I walk a path you taught me—of honesty, spontaneity, and moral courage—and the world often punishes me for it. I am belittled for not being shrewd and sidelined for not being clever enough to manipulate. But every insult I bear feels insignificant compared to your teachings. I endure because you taught me that truth does not always reward immediately—but it redeems eternally.

Abba, I often look at the state of the medical profession today—and I am shaken. There was a time when doctors were considered demi-gods: healers who combined knowledge with compassion and science with conscience. Today, too often, I see the opposite: medicine turning into a marketplace, doctors into corporate executives, and hospitals into profit centres. The noble Hippocratic oath is fading behind rate cards and targets. Many have become, in the harshest yet truest sense, qualified businessmen.

In these moments, I travel back in time and remember your practice—rooted in ethics, humility, and the Hippocratic oath. You never compromised. You chose principles over prosperity, even when it put us in financial difficulty. At the time, we felt the strain. Today, we feel immense pride. You taught us that character is more valuable than comfort and legacy more important than luxury.

This seventh memorial year, 2025, has been especially heavy, as three major events unfolded in your absence. On 25th January 2025, your eldest brother, our Abba Ji, Abdul Rashid (Bade Babu), returned to his Lord at the age of 98. Another towering pillar of the family was gone. On 18th February, it was 50 years—half a century—since the passing of your father and our grandfather, the great Abdur Rahim (Babu). I had dreamt of marking this milestone: a small souvenir, a gathering of near and dear ones, and stories and memories captured for the next generation. I wanted to honour Dada Ji’s memory in a way worthy of him—and, through that, honour you as his son. But it didn’t happen, as Abba Ji’s passing so close to that date meant we couldn’t observe what I had planned, characterising the testament: ‘Man proposes, God disposes.’

And then, amidst this sadness, came a moment of happiness: your third son, Zahid, an officer in the Government of Bihar, got married this year. It was a day that should have been lit by your smile. Your absence was felt by everyone—but most sharply by me. As your eldest son, I had to stand in your place—smiling before the world while breaking within.

बाप की कमी लफ़्ज़ों में बयान नहीं होती,
ये वो खला है जो हर खुशी के साथ चलती है।

Your dua, Abba, has always been our shield. I believe it still protects us. You loved grandchildren. It was almost as if God had placed a special softness in your heart for them. Today, you have four grandsons: Zayan, Shayan, Zohaib and Asad. Unfortunately, the two grandsons – Zohaib and Asad never met your lap; they missed a grandfather they deserved to grow up with.

Your youngest son, Aamir (Sonu), especially needs your dua at this point in time. He is seeking the right direction, to find his footing, to settle, and to begin a new chapter in life, marked by the responsibility of marriage. I say his name in my prayers, and in my imagination, I see you raise your hands too, asking God to show him the right path, to make his journey easy and honourable. Please, Abba, keep showering your duas upon him. Guide him, as only a father’s unseen hand can guide.

For me, your dua was always something I could almost feel—like a soft light on my back. I am sorry—painfully sorry—that I could not fulfil some of the dreams you had for me: You wanted to see me as a civil servant, to watch me earn a doctorate (PhD). Life took its turns, and I could not become what you had envisioned.

But God is kind. What I could not achieve, your third son, Zahid, has partly fulfilled by cracking the Bihar Civil Services exam. It may not be IAS—the post you glorified in your conversations and in your hopes—but it is still a testimony to your faith in us.

And maybe, Abba, the story is not over yet. Perhaps what you dreamt for me will bloom in your grandchildren. Possibly one day, they will walk into your silent room in our memories wearing the badge you loved so much, and we will whisper, “Abba’s dua has finally arrived.”

Seven years after that tragic road accident, the pain has not vanished. It has simply changed shape. It has melted into memory, turned into quiet prayers, into a constant longing that sits in a corner of every happiness.

Abba, you are not here to read these words. But I write them as if you are sitting in front of me, leaning slightly forward, listening with that familiar mix of seriousness and soft amusement:

I miss you every single day.
I am proud to be your son.
I am trying—imperfectly, but sincerely—to live by the values you bled for.
I am raising your grandsons with your name on my tongue and your principles in my heart.

May God grant you the highest place in paradise. May he make your grave a garden of peace. May your duas continue to be the invisible roof under which we live, stumble, rise, and try again.

You may not be here, but you live in my spine, my choices, and my resistance to compromise.

अब्बा चले गए, मगर उनकी रूह हर कदम साथ चलती है,
वो सिर्फ़ यादों में नहीं, मेरी हर सांस में बसती है।

Your dearest son

SHAHNAWAZ

The sky I lost, the silence I live: Father’s Day 2025

– Remembering my father, my first hero, my forever shadow

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

I walk beneath the sky you left behind,
A silence louder than words, kind yet blind.
In every heartbeat, your echoes stay—
Unseen, unheard, yet never far away.

“The father is a mirror in which a child first sees the reflection of strength, sacrifice, and silence.”

As I sit down to write on Father’s Day 2025, my heart brims with a strange combination of warmth, grief, and longing. For many, Father’s Day is a celebration. For me, it is remembrance—of a man whose presence once defined my world and whose absence now defines the void within.

My dad (Abba), a humble and honest physician, left us in December 2018. It feels like yesterday, and yet every day since has been coloured by the ache of his absence. Some wounds never heal; they simply become part of who you are.

He was not just my father—he was the moral compass of our family, a man who spoke little but whose few words held oceans of wisdom. Bound by the Hippocratic oath, he practised medicine with integrity and lived life with dignity. Now that I am a father of two kids myself, I understand the magnitude of what it takes to be a man like him—a provider, a protector, a silent guide.

I often thought a father was like the roof of the house—sheltering and protective. But life without him has taught me: a father is the sky—vast, silent, ever-present, and irreplaceable. When the roof is gone, you rebuild. But when the sky disappears, the entire world feels disoriented.

The melancholy sharpened when my younger brother Zahid cracked the Bihar Civil Services in 2021—an achievement my father had always dreamed of witnessing. He revered civil service and often told us that serving the people was the noblest way to live. Zahid lived his dream, but Abba wasn’t there to see it. The moment felt like a celebration in monochrome—joy drained of its fullness.

That melancholy returned recently, when in May 2025, Zahid got married. The first marriage in our family without our Abba. As the eldest of my siblings, I carried the burden of joy and sorrow together. I smiled for the world, but wept within. In his absence, I realised—no ritual, no festivity feels complete when your sky is missing.

Now in my 40s, I still instinctively look for him for his concise but consolidated advice, for his approving nod, and for his quiet strength. I speak too much; he said just enough. Yet his few words often outweighed my many. His absence isn’t just a gap in our family—it is an unfilled space in my soul.

From the Qur’an’s command to honour parents to the Bible’s reminder that a father’s discipline leads to wisdom…
From the Gita’s portrayal of Dharma inherited through generations to the Torah’s reverence for paternal blessing…
From the Ramayana’s pain of Ram’s exile due to his obedience to his father to the Zend Avesta’s exaltation of familial duty…
—Every spiritual text recognises the sacred stature of a father. He is the first moral teacher, the first shadow we walk in, and the first silence we understand.

Even the Vedas remind us: “Pitri devo bhava”—treat your father as God.

I now appeal to everyone reading this—if your father is still with you, don’t wait for a specific day to thank him. Every day you breathe is because he once bore the storms for you. Spend time with him, listen to him, respect him, and cherish him—because one day, only memories will remain, and trust me, they don’t hug you back.

Today, as I pay tribute to my father, I also bow my head in grief and solidarity for all those fathers who lost their lives in the recent tragic air crash in Gujarat that happened on June 12, 2025. Their children, like me, will now live with an absence that repeats forever. I extend heartfelt condolences to every family mourning today. May their souls rest in eternal peace, and may their legacy live on in their children’s lives.

As I close, I remember one of my father’s most enduring lessons: “Be honest, even when no one is watching. Your conscience is your highest judge.”

And today, my conscience reminds me that I was loved by a great man, raised by a silent warrior, and guided by a presence who still watches me—from the sky he now belongs to.

Happy Father’s Day, Abba.
You are not just remembered—you are felt every single day.

Your dearest son,
SHAHNAWAZ

Shaheed Bachchan: An unsung hero of India’s freedom struggle

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

In the heart of Bihar, India, lies the small yet historically significant village of Ziradei, Siwan, known for being the birthplace of India’s first President, Dr Rajendra Prasad. However, gifted with such monumental history, it carries another lesser-known legacy — the indomitable spirit of Shaheed Bachchan, a brave soul who sacrificed his life in the freedom struggle against British colonial rule during the ‘Quit India Movement’ in 1942. As we remember him on this solemn day, we uncover the story of a hero whose valour continues to inspire, despite not receiving the recognition he deserves. In fact, his name deserves to be etched in the golden pages of our history.

A defiant act of courage

On the sweltering day of August 13, 1942, the dusty streets of Siwan, Bihar, witnessed an act of defiance that would resonate through the annals of India’s fight for independence. Shaheed Bachchan, a young freedom fighter, boldly hoisted the tricolour atop the SDO court building, directly challenging the oppressive British regime. His unwavering commitment to the cause of liberty cost him his life, but his legacy endures as a beacon of courage and sacrifice.

Bachchan Prasad grew up in Ziradei, an unassuming village in Siwan, Bihar, known for nurturing leaders who shaped the destiny of the nation. From a young age, he was infused with patriotism and revolutionary zeal. His journey as a freedom fighter began with the Quit India Movement, initiated by Mahatma Gandhi in 1942. This movement, symbolising a decisive era in India’s quest for freedom, sought to end British rule through civil disobedience. Bachchan Prasad became deeply involved, earning the title “Hero of August Kranti” as he resolutely joined forces with others fighting for the nation’s liberation.

At the time, Bachchan was a dedicated student at Victoria Memorial High School in Siwan, located 13 kilometres from his native village—a distance he covered daily on foot. The school was not only a place for academic growth but also a hub of nationalist fervour. Bachchan’s leadership qualities were evident even then, as he shared a bond of friendship and ideology with his fellow student, Abdul Rashid popularly known as (Bade Babu) in the locality, who was a year his junior and my eldest uncle. They walked together each day, discussing their dreams of an independent India.

*Abdul Rashid, 97, Rtd, SS Railways, Shaheed Bachchan’s schoolmate and neighbour, and the narrator of his martyrdom*

Abdul Rashid, now a venerable 97-year-old, vividly recalls the tragic day of August 13, 1942, when Bachchan Prasad and his revolutionary friend were shot, leading to Bachchan’s death on August 16. Abdul Rashid, who accompanied Bachchan until 2 PM that day, reflects on how his uncle’s presence in town led him home early—perhaps a twist of fate that spared him from the turmoil that followed.

A legacy of sacrifice

Abdul Rashid recalls Bachchan Prasad as a natural leader, a young man with a magnetic personality who inspired everyone around him. Their daily journey to school was more than a routine; it was a shared dream of a free India filled with camaraderie and commitment. Bachchan’s defiance against British authority was not just bravado; it was a testament to his unwavering dedication to the cause of freedom. When British officers cautioned him against hoisting the tricolour, his response was simple yet profound: “Shoot me, I am born for the nation.” Such words, spoken by one so young, showcased the extraordinary spirit that defined him. His steadfast belief in Gandhian principles fuelled his courage.

News of Bachchan Prasad’s martyrdom spread like wildfire through the village. The young boy, who had left home filled with hope and idealism, had made the ultimate sacrifice. The entire community was enveloped in mourning, feeling a profound loss that left a void never to be filled. Yet, amidst the sorrow, his sacrifice strengthened the villagers’ resolve to continue the struggle. Abdul Rashid, then a student, took up the mantle, completing his education and dedicating his life to serving in the Indian Railways. Retired as Station Superintendent, Rashid, now a pensioner for over 36 years, continues to honour that legacy.

Bachchan Prasad’s act of defiance was a bold statement against British imperialism. By hoisting the national flag on the SDO court, he challenged the very pillars of colonial rule. His courage was unparalleled, his sacrifice immeasurable, yet his story remains largely untold.

Abdul Rashid’s account offers a poignant reminder of the human cost of freedom. His first-hand narrative of Bachchan Prasad’s life cut tragically short, stands as a powerful testament to bravery. It is a story that must be told and a chapter that deserves to be included in our nation’s history.

Shaheed Bachchan’s story is not just one of individual heroism but a chapter in the larger narrative of India’s struggle for freedom. His village, which also produced leaders like Dr Rajendra Prasad, leaves behind a legacy of patriotism and resilience that continues to inspire. Although Bachchan Prasad’s sacrifice remains largely unrecognized, it serves as a poignant reminder that the freedom we cherish was won through the sacrifices of countless unsung heroes. It is our collective duty to honour his memory and uphold the legacy of those who gave their lives for India’s independence.

Honouring a Forgotten Hero

As we commemorate the sacrifices of our freedom fighters, it is essential not to overlook the contributions of heroes like Shaheed Bachchan. Their stories form the bedrock of our nation’s identity, and by remembering them, we pay tribute to their courage while reaffirming our commitment to the ideals they fought for.

Bachchan Prasad’s legacy transcends time, teaching us that heroism often resides not in grand gestures but in the quiet resolve to stand for truth. As we honour his memory, let us pledge to remember all unsung heroes—those who sacrificed without fanfare, believing that freedom was worth any price.

In the land of Dr Rajendra Prasad, where the echoes of independence still resonate, we must raise our voices for Bachchan Prasad—a martyr whose legacy continues to ignite the flame of patriotism in our hearts. His unparalleled courage deserves not just remembrance but reverence. His story should be told and retold, ensuring that his ideals and sacrifice inspire courage in our hearts for the challenges ahead. As my uncle Abdul Rashid once said, “Bachchan Bhai was a nice guy and a born leader.”

NOTE: This heartfelt account is based on the firsthand account of Abdul Rashid, Shaheed Bachchan’s schoolmate and neighbour. The memories of those who witnessed history are our most precious treasures.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari is a journalist, thinker, published poet, and author. As the neighbour of Shaheed Bachchan and nephew of Abdul Rashid, he is a passionate chronicler of forgotten tales.

Dalits of all faiths deserve equal rights: A call for justice

**By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari, National Spokesperson, All India Pasmanda Muslim Mahaz (AIPMM)**

In a nation where diversity is our strength, the struggle for social justice remains an ongoing battle. The recent landmark decision by the Supreme Court, allowing sub-classification within Scheduled Castes (SC) and Scheduled Tribes (ST), is a beacon of hope for millions who have long yearned for equitable opportunities. This judgment holds immense potential to address the deep-rooted inequities within these communities. It is a step in the right direction towards a more inclusive and equitable India. I applaud this ruling and emphasize the urgent need to extend its benefits to Muslim and Christian Dalits. Let us explore the constitutional nuances and societal implications of this transformative judgment.

The quest for equality

The Supreme Court’s recognition that Scheduled Castes are not a monolithic entity is a significant stride towards justice. By permitting sub-classification, the Court acknowledges the diverse challenges faced by different subgroups within SCs. This move does not infringe upon the hallowed principle of equality enshrined in Article 14 of our Constitution. Rather, it amplifies the spirit of affirmative action by tailoring it to the specific needs of marginalized communities.

Article 341(2) has long been a stumbling block, imposing religious restrictions on Dalits seeking reservations. The Court’s ruling opens a gateway to dismantling these barriers. It is time to recognize that faith should not be a determinant of social upliftment. Muslim and Christian Dalits, too, deserve equal access to educational institutions, jobs, and political representation.

Empowering the backward classes

The Court’s decision paves the way for states to sub-classify within SC and ST categories. This is a game-changer for more backward communities. We advocate for a similar approach within backward classes: Backward, More Backward, and Most Backward. Such nuanced categorization ensures that the benefits of reservations reach those who need them the most.

Consider the farmer’s son in a remote village, the daughter of a daily wage labourer, or the aspiring student from a marginalized community. Their dreams should not be stifled by rigid classifications. By allowing sub-classification, we empower these aspirants to break free from the shackles of historical disadvantage.

Extending reservation benefits to Muslim and Christian Dalits

I strongly advocate for extending reservation benefits to Muslim and Christian Dalits. The current religious restrictions under Article 341 are an anachronism that undermines the spirit of social justice enshrined in our Constitution. By excluding Dalits of certain religious backgrounds from reservations, we perpetuate inequalities that reservation policies aim to eliminate. It is imperative that the Supreme Court addresses this inconsistency and ensures that all Dalits, irrespective of their religion, are entitled to the same constitutional protections and benefits.

The Constitution guarantees equality and prohibits discrimination on the grounds of religion. Yet, the current framework of reservations is anchored in religious lines, excluding a significant portion of the marginalized population. It is imperative to remove these religious restrictions under Article 341 to ensure that the benefits of affirmative action reach all those who are constitutionally entitled to it.

The road to a truly inclusive India necessitates a comprehensive approach that goes beyond mere tokenism. We must strive to create a society where every individual, irrespective of caste, religion, or gender, has equal opportunities to thrive. The Supreme Court’s judgment is a step in the right direction, but much remains to be done.

A call for immediate action

The Court’s verdict is not a mere legal pronouncement; it is a clarion call for societal transformation. I urge that this policy shift should be accompanied by a comprehensive review and adjustment of current reservation frameworks to include all marginalised communities.

The government must actively dialogue with social groups and justice advocates to build a consensus on the best ways to achieve inclusive and equitable affirmative action. Let the wheels of progress turn, ensuring that the marginalized find their rightful place in educational institutions, government jobs, and legislative bodies.

To our fellow citizens, we say: Stand with us. Justice-loving souls, regardless of caste or creed, must rally behind this cause. Let us engage in dialogue, dispelling myths and prejudices. Together, we can build an India where every child, regardless of background, can dream of a brighter future.

The path forward

The Supreme Court’s decision marks a significant step forward in the ongoing struggle for social justice in India. It highlights the need for continuous reassessment of our policies to ensure they meet the evolving needs of our society. For the Pasmanda Muslim community, this ruling offers hope that long-standing injustices can be addressed through thoughtful and inclusive legal frameworks.

We stand committed to the fight for social justice and the constitutional rights of all backward communities. We believe that lifting religious restrictions on reservations is not just a legal necessity but a moral imperative that will strengthen the fabric of India’s democracy.

About the Author:

SHAHNAWAZ AHMAD ANSARI

Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari is the National Spokesperson & Media-In-Charge of All India Pasmanda Muslim Mahaz (AIPMM). https://aipmm.org.in/

He is a thinker, accomplished author, journalist, and editor with over two decades of experience. A published poet, his reflective and philosophical poems can be found at https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-170364. He crafts insightful editorials, eloquently expressing his keen observations of socioeconomic and political issues through his blog https://candidqalam.home.blog/. He is also a critical political, socio-economic and literary commentator.

Every day is Mother’s Day: Tribute to lifelong sacrifices and love

*A sincere tribute to all mothers on Mother’s Day*

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

Dedicated to my mother

Mother’s Day isn’t just a date on the calendar; it is a day that glows with countless emotions, each reflecting a unique aspect of the profound bond between a mother and her child.

Close your eyes. Imagine the hushed stillness of a starry night. A melody, soft as a whisper, caresses your ears. It’s a lullaby, a song of love sung by a voice that knows your soul. This, my friends, is the essence of motherhood – a connection that surpasses the physical, a bond woven from the very fabric of being. As Maya Angelou so eloquently described, “To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” A mother, a force both fierce and gentle, a storm of love that shapes our lives forever.

From the scientific lens, a mother is the first environment, the original ecosystem that nurtures a new life. Her heartbeat is the first music a child hears, her voice the first melody. Science tells us of the genetic legacy she bestows, of the traits and whispers of ancestors carried forward. But beyond chromosomes and DNA, there is an intangible inheritance—a legacy of love, resilience, and spirit.

Religiously, a mother’s value is immeasurable. Across religions and cultures, mothers hold a sacred space. In Hinduism, the Vedas depict the mother as a manifestation of the divine feminine – Durga, the protector, and Lakshmi, the bestower of prosperity. The Bhagavad Gita famously states, “Matru devo bhava (Revere your mother as God).

Buddhism speaks of a mother’s love as the closest thing to unconditional love, and Sikhism preaches respect and care for mothers as paramount. Similarly, Christianity reveres Mary, the mother of Jesus, as the epitome of maternal love and sacrifice. Islam emphasizes the importance of honouring one’s mother, with Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) saying, “Paradise lies at the feet of mothers.” Every faith holds her in high esteem, for she is the creator of leaders, thinkers, and believers.

Moreover, religion is not the sole source of the mother’s significance. Everyone – philosophers, thinkers, scientists, poets, and litterateur geniuses across time have recognized her as the cornerstone of society. Mencius, the Chinese philosopher, believed, “The mother is the root, the son is the branch.”

John Locke, the English philosopher, wrote, “A child’s first place of learning is its mother’s lap.” Eminent poet – John Milton, in “Paradise Lost,” depicts mothers as symbols of comfort and security. William Shakespeare, in “King Henry V,” emphasizes a mother’s profound influence, and in “Romeo and Juliet,” he likens nature’s nurturing aspect of motherhood.

A mother’s love, however, defies definitions. It’s a symphony of countless acts, big and small. It’s the sleepless nights spent cradling a feverish child, the gentle hand that wipes away a tear, the unwavering belief that fuels a child’s dream. Mothers are chefs, and magicians transforming bland vegetables into culinary delights. They are cheerleaders, their loudest applause reserved for their child’s victories. They are confidantes, offering a safe harbour for whispered secrets and teenage angst.

Imagine the brilliance of Marie Curie, a mother who unravelled the secrets of radioactivity, cradling her child while conducting groundbreaking research. Her story shatters the myth that motherhood confines a woman to the walls of a home. It’s a testament to the boundless capacity of a mother’s spirit.

Great leaders, too, have acknowledged this profound influence. Abraham Lincoln, the towering figure who steered America through its darkest hour, credited his mother for his very success. Mahatma Gandhi said, “Mother is the child’s first teacher. The message she gives the child, the child gives to the world.”

Similarly, Napoleon Bonaparte, the emperor who reshaped Europe, believed the fate of a child was forever intertwined with the mother’s hand that guided it. He famously declared, “Give me an educated mother, I shall promise you the birth of a civilized, educated nation.” Mothers shape nations and history. These words paint a powerful picture – mothers as the architects, not just of families, but of entire societies.

In India, mothers play a crucial role in shaping families, communities, and the nation. They teach important values like tolerance and compassion, which are vital for a strong democracy. Modern Indian mothers are not just homemakers; they are also professionals, breaking stereotypes and raising children who are both global and traditional.

Despite their many roles, mothers often sacrifice their own needs. They may eat cold meals, delay their dreams, or pause their careers, all for their families. These sacrifices are the unseen part of motherhood.

A mother is not just a woman who gives birth. She is the architect of life, the builder of dreams, the unwavering pillar of strength, and the fount of unconditional love. She is the very essence of “Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam” – the world is one family. And in her selfless love lies the potential to create a world filled with compassion, empathy, and understanding. Let us strive to be worthy of this love, let us honour the mothers who have made us who we are, and let us carry forward the legacy of their love to build a brighter future for generations to come.

This Mother’s Day, let us take a moment to acknowledge the immensity of this role. Let us celebrate the mothers who make us who we are. Let us not wait for a designated day to express our love and gratitude. Let us remember the countless, silent sacrifices they make, the unwavering faith they hold in us, and the unconditional love that shapes our lives. Let us shower them with affection, not just today, but every day. Let us pledge to recognize the divine in every mother’s heart, to see the messiah in her actions, and to follow the path of goodness she has laid before us. For in doing so, we honour not just our mothers, but the very essence of humanity itself.

From outcast to architect: Remembering the legacy of Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

Dr B R Ambedkar: Timeless Legacy Continues

April 14th marks the birth anniversary of one of the great sons of India, Baba Saheb Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar, a man whose life and legacy are woven into the very fabric of our nation, whose life journey resonates deeply with the struggles and triumphs of the underprivileged sections of society. His indomitable spirit and relentless struggle against social discrimination and inequality have left an indelible mark on Indian society. Beyond being a day of remembrance, Dr. Ambedkar Jayanti serves as a platform to propagate his messages of equality, justice, and empowerment to the masses.

With a visionary zeal that spanned decades, Dr. Ambedkar relentlessly fought against discrimination to shape a more equitable and just society for all. He wasn’t just a politician or a scholar; he was a revolutionary, a messiah for the hated, and the architect of a modern, inclusive India.

His story is a testament to the unwavering human spirit in the face of immense adversity. Born into a Dalit family on April 14, 1891, in the Mhow Army Cantonment, Central Provinces (present-day Madhya Pradesh) disliked by the caste system, Dr. Ambedkar’s early life was a constant battle against prejudice, marked by discrimination, segregation, and untouchability due to his family’s low caste status. Segregation wasn’t just social; it permeated his education. He was forced to sit outside classrooms, denied access to drinking water from common wells and hated by his peers. Yet, his thirst for knowledge remained unquenched. Despite these challenges, he embarked on an academic journey that would shape his destiny and the destiny of millions.

He devoured books under flickering lamplight, his determination fuelled by a burning desire to break free from the shackles of his birth. Education became his weapon. He scaled academic heights, earning doctorates from prestigious universities abroad. But his triumphs were personal victories in a system that continued to discriminate. His brilliance couldn’t shield him from the sting of untouchability.

Dr. Ambedkar dedicated his life to dismantling the caste system and empowering the downtrodden. He championed the cause of the Dalits, then referred to as “untouchables.” He fought tirelessly for their rights, organizing protests, advocating for social reforms, and even burning copies of Manu Smriti, a text that sanctioned caste discrimination.

His greatest contribution, however, lies in the Indian Constitution. As the chairman of the drafting committee, Dr. Ambedkar played a pivotal role in crafting the document that defines the soul of our nation. The Constitution, with its emphasis on equality, liberty, and fraternity, became a guiding light of hope for millions marginalized by the caste system.

Dr. Ambedkar wasn’t just concerned with social justice; he was a staunch advocate for women’s empowerment. He believed that true social progress could only be achieved when women were educated and empowered. He championed their right to education and inheritance, paving the way for a more equitable society.

His vision surpassed religious boundaries. A fierce critic of blind faith, Dr. Ambedkar embraced Buddhism, seeking refuge in a religion that emphasized reason and equality. This decision reflected his secular outlook, a stark contrast to the religious divides plaguing India today.

Dr. Ambedkar wouldn’t shy away from criticizing the current state of affairs. He, who fought tirelessly to protect the Constitution, would be deeply troubled by attempts to alter its core principles. His soul would ache for a nation teetering on the edge of religious and social discord.

Were he alive today, Dr. Ambedkar wouldn’t advocate for violence or division. He would, with his characteristic eloquence, urge us to return to the core principles enshrined in the Constitution. He would remind us of the dream of an India where caste, religion, or birthplace don’t define one’s destiny.

Dr. Ambedkar’s vision for India remains incomplete. While reservations have uplifted many Dalits, millions still face discrimination. Educational opportunities haven’t reached every corner of the country.

Dr. Ambedkar’s message to us is clear: The fight for equality is an ongoing struggle. We must work together, across castes, religions, and social strata, to realize his dream of a truly inclusive India. His legacy isn’t confined to history books; it’s a call to action, a reminder that a just and equitable society is a work in progress, a dream we must collectively pursue.

On this auspicious day, let us rekindle the spirit of Dr. Ambedkar, a guiding light in the quest for a more inclusive, just, and compassionate India. His life’s work serves as a beacon of hope, urging us to uphold the values of equality, secularism, and social harmony that define our nation’s identity.

Let us march forward, carrying the torch of Dr. Ambedkar’s vision, towards a future where every individual is valued, every voice heard, and every dream realized – for he, indeed, remains the messiah of modern India, a champion of the oppressed, and a harbinger of change.

Let us honour Dr. Ambedkar not just with speeches and parades, but by actively dismantling the walls of prejudice and discrimination. Let us build an India where every citizen, regardless of background, can reach their full potential. This is the truest tribute we can pay to the man who drafted a dream.

Embracing the Timeless Wisdom: A Reverent Tribute to My Father’s Dual Legacy on His 5th Memorial Anniversary

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

*In the embrace of memories, celebrating the enduring wisdom of my beloved father on his 5th memorial.*

In the intricate journey of life, woven with threads of joy and sorrow, there exist moments that stand as enduring pillars of wisdom and guidance. Today, as I pen down this tribute on the fifth anniversary of my father’s passing, I find solace in the memories that resonate with his timeless TWO-FOLD statement: “1. STRIVE TO BE A GOOD HUMAN; 2. ALWAYS SEEK HAPPINESS, REGARDLESS OF CIRCUMSTANCE.” These words transcend mere aphorisms; they are guiding lights that navigate me through life’s turbulent waters. When I share these profound statements with others, I am met with nods of acknowledgement – a testament to the intellectual legacy my father left behind.

A Fateful Winter Day

It was the chilling winter of December 24, 2018, when destiny took an unexpected turn. My father (Dr Jalil Ahmad Ansari), a man of simplicity, gentleness, and sagacity, embarked on his heavenly abode. After offering his afternoon prayer, having lunch, and strolling the path he loved alongside the trees he nurtured, little did we know that his earthly chapter would abruptly close, just 50 meters away from his cherished horticulture plot. A collision (accident) with an unknown vehicle, witnessed by none, marked the sudden end of his earthly sojourn, ushering him into the realms of eternity.

A seasoned physician and a devotee of the Hippocratic oath, my father departed unexpectedly, catching us in the unprepared grip of sorrow, and leaving behind a legacy of kindness and wisdom. His presence was more than a mere physical form; it was a guiding force that shielded us from life’s adversities. As the years pass, the void left by his departure becomes increasingly apparent. For five years, his absence has been a palpable ache, underlining the irreplaceable role he played in our lives.

In the quiet strength of his taciturn nature, my father imparted lessons that transcend time. His economy of words held profound messages, and concealed a depth of thought; each sentence was a treasure trove of wisdom, akin to a page in the book of life. His legacy transcends the temporal, manifesting in the lessons he imparted and the principles he lived by. An advocate of simplicity, sobriety, gentleness, and sagacity, he was a revered figure in the eyes of those who crossed his path.

As his dearest lad, he often asserted that I carry forward the traits of my late grandfather – a man of illustrious character and a polymath of varied wisdom. I don’t know how much I inherit from my ICONIC GRANDFATHER, but if it turns out to be 1%, it would be a wonderful gift to me for my worldly being.

The Path to Mediocrity and Perseverance

He was more than a father. Through his teachings, my father illuminated the path to mediocrity and perseverance. He would counsel in the face of adversity, “When you suffer from an inferiority complex, look at those who find happiness with fewer resources than you. Strive to surpass those around you, but don’t succumb to disappointment due to limited resources.” His lessons transcend the mundane, offering solace and strength in adversity.

Even in his absence, the resonance of his wisdom lingers. As the custodian of our family’s history, his ancestral pride and storytelling of our clan’s history painted a vivid picture of our roots. As I strive to follow in his footsteps amidst the challenges of materialism, I hold dear his two-fold statement as an epic guiding my way – to be a good human and to find happiness in all circumstances.

Now, FIVE YEARS since his departure, I find myself yearning for the reassuring presence of his wisdom. My father, a man of high intellect and wisdom, understood the reality of life, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those fortunate enough to know him. His teachings resonate in every decision I make. His memory is not a faded photograph but a vibrant mural that continues to inspire and shape my journey.

A Tribute Beyond Time

This tribute is more than words on a page; it’s an ode to a father who, even in death, remains an inspiration. As I navigate the complexities of life, I carry forward his legacy of being a good human and finding happiness in every circumstance. May this tribute stand as a testament to the enduring spirit of a father’s love and wisdom, eternally alive in the hearts of those he touched. As I navigate the complexities of existence, I carry his two-fold mantra like a cherished heirloom, a testament to a father’s enduring impact on his son’s soul.

MAY MY BELOVED DEPARTED FATHER’S ESSENCE FIND ETERNAL SERENITY IN THE BOUNDLESS TRANQUILLITY OF THE EVERLASTING.

As a fond admirer of poetry, I wish to present my tribute in the form of poetry as well. My couplets are below for your reading:

Revered Tribute: Dad’s Fifth Memorial Wisdom

In the journey of life, a tale unfolds,

Of a father’s legacy, in memories, it holds.

On this fifth anniversary, we gather near,

To honour a man, we still hold dear.

A collision of fate, a bitter decree,

Took him away, just 50 meters from glee.

In simplicity, gentleness, and sagacity, he reigned,

Leaving us in a world forever changed.

A physician by trade, a sage by heart,

He departed abruptly; life’s script was torn apart.

His wisdom, an inspiration in the darkest of nights,

Guiding us through life’s tumultuous heights.

In quiet strength, his lessons were told,

A treasury of wisdom, more precious than gold.

Economy of words, yet profound depth,

Each sentence was a gem, wisdom-bound.

More than a father, a guiding force,

His absence, a void, an enduring remorse.

“Carry forward,” he said, “your grandfather’s grace,

Inherit his character, let wisdom embrace.”

An iconic grandfather, a polymath divine,

A lineage of wisdom, an inheritance so fine.

Through adversity’s gaze, he taught us to see,

Happiness is not in wealth but in humility.

His words echo still, in the silence profound,

A melody of solace, an enduring sound.

Five years hence, the ache remains,

His wisdom is a balm for lingering pains.

An indelible mark on life’s fleeting stage,

A legacy of love, an eternal homage.

In every decision, his presence is near,

An ancestral pride whispered in the ear.

A mural vibrant, not a faded trace,

A father’s love, time cannot erase.

This tribute, not just words on a page,

An ode to a father, wisdom’s sage.

In death, he inspires, in life, he lives,

A testament to the love he gives.

As I journey through life’s complex maze,

His two-fold mantra, like a beacon, stays.

To be a good human, seek joy at every chance,

In the rhythm of existence, a father’s eternal stance.

Deshratan Dr Rajendra Prasad: India’s First President and Unsung Bharat Ratna

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

As the autumnal breeze gracefully sweeps through the quaint village of Ziradei in Siwan, Bihar, heralding another December 3rd, the air becomes laden with the weight of history and the echoes of a forgotten hero. Dr Rajendra Prasad, affectionately known and remembered as ‘Rajendra Babu’ in his native land, was not merely the first President of independent India; he was a luminary whose brilliance illuminated the darkest corners of our nation’s struggle for freedom.

As I sit down to pen my thoughts on this momentous occasion, the 3rd of December, the birthday of a man who not only shaped the destiny of our nation but also left an indelible mark on the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to know him, I am filled with a deep sense of responsibility and nostalgia.

Born on December 3, 1884, to Mahadev Sahai, Dr Prasad’s early life in Ziradei was a testament to simplicity and communal harmony. His upbringing in a joint family, playing ‘Kabaddi’ with friends of different faiths, laid the foundation for a man deeply connected to the values of unity and diversity. As the youngest in the family, his love for his mother and elder brother Mahendra shaped his character, forging an unbreakable bond with his roots.

A brilliant student, Dr Prasad’s journey to academic excellence faced an early test of patriotism. Awarded a scholarship of Rs.30/month after standing first in the University of Calcutta’s entrance examination, he was called by Gopal Krishna Gokhale to join the Servants of India Society. The duty-bound young man, torn between family, education, and the call for national service, eventually declined Gokhale’s invitation, setting the stage for a lifetime of unwavering commitment.

His academic journey, marked by triumphs and trials, led him to the prestigious Calcutta Presidency College in 1902. Ironically, his scholarship became a test of patriotism, and he faced a decline in academic performance after refusing Gokhale’s offer. However, Dr Prasad’s resilience prevailed, and in 1915, he earned a gold medal in the Master in Law examination, followed by a Doctorate in Law.

The turning point in his life came when Gandhiji summoned him to Champaran, Bihar during the freedom struggle. Witnessing Gandhiji’s dedication, conviction, and courage, Dr Prasad pledged to contribute his skills as a lawyer and an enthusiastic volunteer. Gandhiji’s influence reshaped his views on caste and untouchability, inspiring him to simplify his life and actively participate in relief work during floods, earthquakes, and other calamities.

Dr Prasad’s role in the non-cooperation movement in Bihar showcased his leadership and organizational skills. Establishing a National College and advocating for the use of khadi, he played a pivotal role in bringing the mighty British Raj to a grinding halt. The movement, though marred by the events in Chauri Chaura, showcased his unwavering support for Gandhiji’s non-violent principles.

Elected as the President of the Indian National Congress in 1939, Dr Prasad worked tirelessly to bridge ideological gaps within the party. His tenure witnessed the growing shadow of communalism, culminating in the painful reality of partition. As the Constituent Assembly’s President in 1946, he played a pivotal role in framing the Constitution of independent India.

Dr Prasad’s role in the drafting of the Indian Constitution reflected not only his legal acumen but also his unwavering commitment to justice and equality. As we navigate the complexities of contemporary society, we would do well to revisit his insights, seeking inspiration from a leader who envisioned a nation where every citizen had an equal stake. His thoughts on social justice were ahead of his time. He believed in an inclusive society where the fruits of progress reached every stratum.

Moreover, Dr Prasad’s qualities as a scholar and a man of unshakeable principles often take a backseat in our recollections. His commitment to education and his vision for the country’s intellectual development were unparalleled. In an era where simplicity is often mistaken for naivety, Dr Prasad’s life stands as a testament to the profound impact one can have without forsaking humility.

While we marvel at his contributions to the freedom movement and his role in shaping the constitutional framework, it is equally important to acknowledge Dr Prasad’s post-independence efforts towards national development. His tenure as President saw him championing the cause of agrarian reform and rural development, recognizing the importance of uplifting the masses from the grassroots.

A visionary in the truest sense, he articulated thoughts on education that resonate even today. “The true basis of education is not merely the training of the mind but the discipline of character,” he once remarked. In a world increasingly obsessed with academic prowess, these words serve as a poignant reminder that education without character is a ship without a compass.

In the cacophony of today’s political discourse, Dr Prasad’s statesmanship provides a refreshing contrast. He was a leader who transcended party lines, focusing on the greater good rather than partisan gains. His ability to unite diverse voices for a common cause is a lesson that our current leaders would do well to learn from.

As we pay tribute to this luminary on his birthday, it is imperative to ponder why his memory has faded from public consciousness. Have we, as a society, become so consumed by the present that we forget the architects of our past? Dr Prasad’s humility, and his commitment to the values that define the soul of our nation, should serve as a guiding light for generations to come.

Moreover, it’s disheartening to note that the birthplace of India’s first President, Ziradei in Siwan, Bihar, has been overlooked in terms of modern amenities, infrastructural development, and education. Dr Prasad, an eminent educationist, inspired the entire nation towards achieving educational excellence. However, his native place lacks the institutions that reflect his vision for quality education. It’s a reminder that while celebrating his legacy, we must also address the disparity in the holistic development of his birthplace.

As we remember Bharat Ratna and Deshratan Dr Rajendra Prasad on his birthday, let us not consign him to the annals of forgotten heroes. The simplicity, integrity, and dedication that defined his life are virtues that resonate even today. His legacy serves as a timeless guidepost for a nation navigating the complexities of the present and aspiring towards a brighter future.

In honour of Deshratan Dr Rajendra Prasad, let his story inspire us to uphold the values of unity, education, and humility. As we look back at the tapestry of our history woven by this unsung hero, let us strive to make his legacy a living testament, ensuring that no corner of our nation is left untouched by progress and enlightenment. In embracing the spirit of Dr Prasad, may we forge a path towards a future where every citizen becomes a beacon of change, contributing to the collective brilliance that defines our great nation.

Author’s Note:

I, Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari, find a profound warmth in the tapestry of shared familial history. The echoes of Dr Rajendra Prasad’s visits to my late grandfather’s (M A Rahim) residence, and the enduring solidarity between our families in Ziradei, Siwan, Bihar, impart a deeply personal nuance to this homage. May the indelible memory of Deshratan persist as an eternal fount of inspiration, fostering generations to come and giving rise to luminaries akin to Bharat Ratna, transcending the constraints of time and space.

Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam: ‘Ratna of Bharat’ Inspiring the Dream of a Knowledge Society in a Brighter India

By Shahnawaz Ahmad Ansari

Today, we commemorate the illustrious life of a paragon of diligence, determination, and dedication – Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam. His legacy reverberates across the annals of time and space, celebrated as the People’s President, revered as the architect of India’s missile technology, and globally honoured as the ‘Missile Man.’ Dr. Kalam was a visionary and an embodiment of integrity, and his life serves as a testament to the indomitable spirit of resilience, passion, and unyielding patriotism. Today, we honour his life and legacy, recognizing that he was more than just a president – he was a ‘Ratna of Bharat,’ a true gem of India.

Born into humble beginnings, Dr. Kalam charted a course that would inspire generations. He wore many hats, from scientist to educational reformer, advocate of humanity and communal harmony, writer, poet, and, above all, a visionary dedicated to a brighter future for India. He carved out a unique place for himself, leaving behind a lasting impression and a roadmap for those who aspire to change the world.

India swells with pride as the world celebrates ‘Bharat Ratna’ Dr. APJ Kalam’s legacy. The United Nations marked the 15th of October, Dr. Kalam’s birthday, as World Students’ Day in 2010. This distinction was given to honour the former Indian President (2002 – 2007) and to acknowledge his enduring contributions towards education and students. Each year on World Students’ Day, the United Nations selects a theme to encapsulate the occasion. The theme chosen for 2023 is profoundly thought-provoking – “If you fail, never give up because F.A.I.L. implies ‘First Attempt In Learning.’”

A Unique Perspective on Life and a Strong Nation

Dr. Kalam’s life was a living embodiment of his philosophy, meticulously carved from life’s trials. He famously said, “Excellence is a continuous process and not an accident,” reflecting on his arduous journey from Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu, to the esteemed Rashtrapati Bhavan. He persevered, steadfast in his belief that “Man needs his difficulties because they are necessary to enjoy success.” His life was not built on borrowed wisdom or ideas. He lived and breathed his philosophy, which withstood the test of time. His actions spoke louder than his words, and his commitment to excellence was unwavering.

Always reaching for the stars, Dr. Kalam’s vision for India was as boundless as the universe. He once remarked, “Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only for those who dream and work.” His optimistic spirit and faith in the power of dreams made him the beacon of hope and inspiration for numerous.

Dr. Kalam viewed life through a unique lens. He asserted, “Life is a difficult game. You can win it only by retaining your birthright to be a person.” To him, being a person meant possessing character, quality, and courage. It meant charting new paths and surmounting obstacles. “Man needs his difficulties because they are necessary to enjoy success,” he wisely noted.

Promoting an integrative approach to nation-building, Dr. Kalam firmly believed that a corruption-free nation, blossoming into a hub of beautiful minds, could be achieved through collective efforts. His emphasis on the trinity – the father, the mother, and the teacher – conveyed a powerful message to society. The responsibility for the nation’s upliftment rested on the shoulders of these figures. This harmonious blend of societal individuals could sow the valuable seeds of proactive change, leading to a prosperous India, embodying Dr. Kalam’s dream.

Current Challenges: Erosion of Values in Education and Dr. Kalam’s Wisdom

Today, India faces economic and cultural challenges. The economy is in a precarious state, and there’s a rise in hate crimes targeting specific communities. Dr. Kalam’s words seem like a reflection of our current reality. “We will be remembered only if we give our younger generation a prosperous and safe India, resulting from economic prosperity and the preservation of our civilisational heritage,” he had said. It’s a stark reminder of the work that lies ahead.

Dr. Kalam’s concerns about the fate of the educational system in India underline his relentless pursuit of nurturing a generation armed with knowledge and innovation. He voiced his concern about the commercialization of education, advocating a system that fosters the spirit of inquiry, creativity, and moral leadership. He desired an educational framework that produced not mere degree-holders, but capable and virtuous citizens of the nation who could lead and inspire.

Honouring Motherhood and Vision for a Knowledge Society

In his journey, Dr. Kalam never forgot the importance of a mother’s love and sacrifice. His words add a unique dimension to the universal truth that a mother’s love is unparalleled. Beyond his scientific and intellectual achievements, he was a devoted son who penned a heartfelt poem in his book “Wings of Fire” titled “Mother.” This poem takes readers on an emotional journey through his early experiences. Despite being a revered figure and a Bharat Ratna laureate, he remained a humble son, deeply rooted in his familial values and adoration for his mother’s fathomless affection.

In the literary world, his riveting books stand testimony to his profound insights and visions. Titles like “Wings of Fire,” “Ignited Minds,” and “India 2020” weave more than just narratives; they are repositories of his dreams for India and serve as guideposts for those seeking inspiration.

A tribute to Dr. Kalam can be better offered by embracing his doctrine of making India a ‘Knowledge Society.’ The real homage lies not in remembrances but in carrying forward his dream of a prosperous and educated India. That’s the India he envisioned and strived for tirelessly, even on his last day while addressing the young minds at IIM Shillong.

Takeaways from Dr. Kalam’s Illustrative Journey from Womb to Tomb

Dr. Kalam seamlessly merged science with social responsibility. As the country’s 11th president, he exemplified servant leadership and focused on transforming India into a developed nation. His birthday is a moment to reflect on his message. “Greatness is a blend of sagacity and tenaciousness,” he reminded us. It doesn’t happen overnight but is the result of diligence, determination, and dedication. He started as a ‘MAN’ and ended as a ‘GREAT MAN’ through unwavering commitment.

“Let us sacrifice our today so that our children can have a better tomorrow,” he urged. This sacrifice points to the creation of a ‘Knowledge Society,’ a society built on cooperation, love, solidarity, and universal brotherhood. Education, he believed, was the only weapon to defeat poverty and prejudice and build a better future.

We remember the ‘Ratna of Bharat’ on his 92nd birthday, each one of us striving to uphold and further his vision and legacy. We pay homage to this man of great stature, whose life, work, and words left an indelible mark on India and the world beyond. Let us pledge to make Kalam’s dream of India as a ‘Knowledge Society’ a reality, and strive to see a rebirth of his spirit in India’s progress. As we solemnly remember him, we say, “Dr Kalam lives on in the sanctum of every Indian’s heart!”