Binyaa..

She is young. She is no more than 5 years. The red ribbon in her hair is hanging lose. Her fingers are gripping the heavy water pot tightly. The yellow flowers are swaying in the wind. Her dreamy eyes are gazing the flowers.
A child is coming back from school. Her glance changes direction: the uniform, the water bottle, the school bag, the polished shoes. A voice from behind calls out, ‘Binya, Binyaa ..’ The eyes become restless. The fingers clutch the pot more firmly. The feet move slowly to the nearby colony. The sound of the silver anklet in Binya’s feet fades away.
I sit inside the auto rickshaw. I await the traffic signal to turn green. I look at the yellow flowers, and occasionally at Binya.
I go to the college, LIBA. I look into the faces of my fellow class mates. Our background is different. We speak different languages. We call our God with different names. Yet we pray together. We feel the sorrow together when Binya passes by.
Our campus is large, green, and open. The buildings are tall and strong. We thrive to become taller than the trees and stronger than the buildings in our lives. We thrive towards success. But we define success in our own terms. There are many Binya’s around our campus. The city around us is brown and grey. Binya feels helpless in the city where nobody stops to look at the yellow flowers, to help Binya wear a school uniform and to attend school.
We care. We stop to see and to our surprise, many like us stop to see. We feel happy. We feel we are privileged to be a part of the civilization as we grow with time. We earn degree, respect, money and motivation. We feel we are responsible to bring forward the ones who are lagging behind.
So I get down from auto and hold Binya’s hand to lead her to a brighter day when she will be able to make her existence useful as a human resource, to her colony, to her family and to our civilization.
Here, in LIBA, we stand together as an entity, sensible and practical, responsible and capable. We stand to take the oath that we will magnify the resources by reaching out. When we came to LIBA we were vaguely ambitious, focussed and vigorous. From here the journey has started to enrich ourselves, to make us look beyond what is seen, to be sensible towards our counterparts who can not even attend a school. Today, we have given it a shape in form of ‘Radius’. We believe all of us, attached to LIBA in whichever way, feel proud to represent Radius. We are not a club or a group of people for a cause. It is not ‘U’ or ‘Me’, its ‘WE’. We stand together, all the students, faculty members, staffs to support any initiative of Radius. It is an arm of LIBA and all of us, whoever belongs to LIBA, belong to Radius.
We feel proud to see the huge number of students coming forward for eye donation, blood donation, tree plantation and all the activities happened in LIBA so far. LIBA has given birth to Radius and Radius is inspiring us to give rise to an ambition, more important than being an MBA, but to have the power to commit ourselves. As we work towards the smooth succession of Binya, the child moves from the colony to a school, from the silver anklets to white cades, from a blank glance to an enlightened mind representing a face of tomorrow. We, LIBA Radius, commit to radiate, to empower and to transform.

Debadipta Bhattacharya, Associate Secretary, PR- LIBA Radius