The Delhi Public World Foundation draws its inspiration from the educational foundation laid down by stalwarts like Mr. Din Dayal, described as “the most legendary Principal the Delhi Public School clan has ever seen” and by three specially evocative pieces of literature. ‘Where the Mind is Without Fear’ by Rabindranath Tagore from where we have derived our motto ‘Striving Towards Perfection’, ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling and Abraham Lincoln’s Letter to his Son’s Teacher.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not true.
But teach him also that for every Scoundrel there is a hero,
That for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader.
Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend.
Teach him that a dollar earn is of more value than five found.
Teach him to learn lose and to enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy if you can.
Teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Teach him the wonder of books.
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of
Birds in the sky, Bees in the sun, and Flowers on a green hillside.
In school teach him to know that it is more honorable to fail than to cheat.
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong.
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough people.
Try to give him the strength on the bandwagon.
Teach him to listen to all men but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him how to laugh even when he is sad.
Teach him there is no shame in tears.
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he is right.
Treat him gently but do not cuddle him because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage to be impatient and let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in his creator and faith in himself too, because then he will always have faith in mankind...
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will, which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
DPS World Foundation