The meaning of the word “teacher” has evolved as much as I have in the past few years.
When I was a child in kindergarten, I perceived it to be someone who gave me guidelines relating to anything and everything from ‘how to sit’ to ‘how to stand while singing the national anthem (which was also taught by her)’, from ‘how to speak’ to ‘when not to speak’ and going even up to ‘what to speak’. The word ‘teacher’ automatically created an entoptic image of reliability. One of the few conversations that I can recall exactly from that phase is of my 1st grade teacher declaring this in a P.T.M that she was not just a teacher. “I teach them Hindi. I teach them English. I teach them Maths and Science too. But I’m also their servant, their mother and their friend.” She said.
Things began to change as I approached high school. The bond I shared with my teachers became more formal as ‘how to walk’ was no more a subject of concern. Other more important subjects such as history, geography and chemistry came into existence leaving little room for the evaluation of that bond. But I did learn from quite a few of them the concept of a “guru”. Even though I couldn’t relate to it, but it was somewhere there at the back of my mind.
The only time when I actually understood it, was a few months ago while taking classes for English from Akhtar Sir. Yes, it’s funny. I never thought I’ll take English classes. Easiest subject right? But I did, in the hope that they will make me even better. And they did. More than I knew. I was in a dismal tune that time. But he motivated me and made me believe in me again. On one rejection in a stupid college, he said-“Don’t worry. It’s not your loss. Life surely must be designing something better for you.” And as it is said, people don’t come to know but their words have a much greater impact than they can think of.
Thank you sir.
For welcoming me to a world where butterflies carry the colours of a rainbow even into the darkness of gloom
Where stars twinkle day and night
Where one tells a million lies
To discover a fake truth.
Thanks a lot, you’ll always be my favourite teacher! :) Believe in yourself, and believe in what you do. It never goes waste.
Happy Teachers Day.
2 comments:
So in your elaborate descriptions you appear to be divinely poetic..as a motivator our job is to present a world where there are certain values that can be imbibed as an ethical sensibility..dat u r already blessed will only lead you to a world of hope n ultimate faith..remember on course we all uphold moral standards pertinent to individual life...u have d skills to create a landmark..do it Ashima...here is wat i present u today..u can call it ''AN ALBATROSS'' the seeds of regret are sprouting...opening up..releasing new weeds...relinquished by d liquid pain....and hoping to stem great storms inside....will it eat my soul? will d bare branches be green again?....but such introspection sets d tone n we get students like you n life falls perfectly in fields where baccus creates crimson moments....cheers n God bless...
Thanks again sir!!
Aap awesome ho :)
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