Someone you are grateful for :
If you ask this question to some random people out there, I bet you, most of them would express their gratitude to their teachers or their parents!
Yes!
I am always grateful for this one teacher because of whom I am ,what I am ,today.
There are so many teachers who have inspired me but this one man was something completely different.
It was a rainy morning and it was my first day at my new school. I was entering my sixth grade. New town, new language, new surroundings, new weather, new school! Everything was new for me that day. Though I missed my old school and friends I was really excited to meet my new class-mates. As I entered my class, I saw that a "sir" was already seated in the class. At the start of the class, I thought he would ask me to come forward and introduce myself ( as I was a new comer) but I later came to know that he was also a new comer to the school! So, he introduced himself . He said that he was our class teacher for that academic year and he would be handling history subject for us and he added that he had finished his graduation just then and it was all new for him , I mean the teaching profession. This induced a sense of belonging towards him and I really liked my teacher , just because he was also a new-comer . This was my first encounter with him.
As, days passed by I started getting inspired by him. The way he used to teach us history and civics was something very unique. Every history class would be interesting and he would take us all to a real-looking scenario. As in, if our lesson is about Chera dynasty, he would first narrate us stories of great kings, show us in the maps where they actually lived and then read the lesson in a narrative style. It all would seem very fascinating. I used to think that I should also become one history teacher some day !
Our class was the naughtiest bunch of kids ever, as our sir gave us lots of freedom to play and chit-chat. Boys of our class started misusing this freedom and turned out to be the rowdies of our school. Our sir was punished for not handling kids properly and so he was replaced by some other miss as our class teacher for the last three months. Till date, I remember how we all cried ( yes! we did) for losing sir as our class teacher and the look on his face for letting him down when we were given that much freedom. After all, he was our loving teacher ! Somehow, we finished sixth grade and it was time for summer holidays. Each of us prayed hard the entire holidays that we should get our history sir as class-teacher for seventh grade. God only knows, how we had the belief, despite doing such a lot of naughty stuffs.
God had really answered our prayers. Our new class teacher was our history sir ! Tears of joy came rolling down. We promised to him that we will be obedient this year and will never lose him at any cost. We kept up our words and really worked hard academically to improve our class's "name" in the school.
He encouraged all of us to take part in several competitions and would give our names by himself ( without even asking us). That's how one day I was informed that I am going to take part in a national-level history quiz and I wondered why sir gave my name but i was all excited. It was the first time I was taking part in a quiz competition. I worked hard to prove myself. Guess, what? I got third pace in my district .. This was where I was totally spell-bound ! He had made me achieve something out of my box ! He truly inspired me. He even fought with me for not getting first rank in the class during my last mid term examination. Usually I was the one who use to get first rank in the class and when he found that my performance had dropped , he was upset! Was I not responsible for this ?? I took it up as a challenge and studied well for my final exams.
After my exams were over , i had got the first place and received my certificate of appreciation. I guess, if not him I wouldn't have cared to study sincerely.... but this was not the thing which made me remember him forever. On the day of my seventh grade results , he gave me a picture of mine which he had drawn ! ( a picture of mine , as if I am writing something - the exact exam time posture) Can you believe it ? I knew he was a great artist but I never knew that he could draw so beautifully. Why did he choose to draw my picture ? I don't have the picture with me now. I gave it to one of my friends and she never gave it back :( but that drawing is still in my memory , new and fresh.
Isn't this enough to be grateful for him forever?? I am still in contact with him and truly respect him as my most beloved teacher ever , Anil sir :)
I really like this picture which I took on my recent visit to his place. Such a happy picture. Isn't it ??
If you ask this question to some random people out there, I bet you, most of them would express their gratitude to their teachers or their parents!
Yes!
I am always grateful for this one teacher because of whom I am ,what I am ,today.
There are so many teachers who have inspired me but this one man was something completely different.
It was a rainy morning and it was my first day at my new school. I was entering my sixth grade. New town, new language, new surroundings, new weather, new school! Everything was new for me that day. Though I missed my old school and friends I was really excited to meet my new class-mates. As I entered my class, I saw that a "sir" was already seated in the class. At the start of the class, I thought he would ask me to come forward and introduce myself ( as I was a new comer) but I later came to know that he was also a new comer to the school! So, he introduced himself . He said that he was our class teacher for that academic year and he would be handling history subject for us and he added that he had finished his graduation just then and it was all new for him , I mean the teaching profession. This induced a sense of belonging towards him and I really liked my teacher , just because he was also a new-comer . This was my first encounter with him.
As, days passed by I started getting inspired by him. The way he used to teach us history and civics was something very unique. Every history class would be interesting and he would take us all to a real-looking scenario. As in, if our lesson is about Chera dynasty, he would first narrate us stories of great kings, show us in the maps where they actually lived and then read the lesson in a narrative style. It all would seem very fascinating. I used to think that I should also become one history teacher some day !
Our class was the naughtiest bunch of kids ever, as our sir gave us lots of freedom to play and chit-chat. Boys of our class started misusing this freedom and turned out to be the rowdies of our school. Our sir was punished for not handling kids properly and so he was replaced by some other miss as our class teacher for the last three months. Till date, I remember how we all cried ( yes! we did) for losing sir as our class teacher and the look on his face for letting him down when we were given that much freedom. After all, he was our loving teacher ! Somehow, we finished sixth grade and it was time for summer holidays. Each of us prayed hard the entire holidays that we should get our history sir as class-teacher for seventh grade. God only knows, how we had the belief, despite doing such a lot of naughty stuffs.
God had really answered our prayers. Our new class teacher was our history sir ! Tears of joy came rolling down. We promised to him that we will be obedient this year and will never lose him at any cost. We kept up our words and really worked hard academically to improve our class's "name" in the school.
He encouraged all of us to take part in several competitions and would give our names by himself ( without even asking us). That's how one day I was informed that I am going to take part in a national-level history quiz and I wondered why sir gave my name but i was all excited. It was the first time I was taking part in a quiz competition. I worked hard to prove myself. Guess, what? I got third pace in my district .. This was where I was totally spell-bound ! He had made me achieve something out of my box ! He truly inspired me. He even fought with me for not getting first rank in the class during my last mid term examination. Usually I was the one who use to get first rank in the class and when he found that my performance had dropped , he was upset! Was I not responsible for this ?? I took it up as a challenge and studied well for my final exams.
After my exams were over , i had got the first place and received my certificate of appreciation. I guess, if not him I wouldn't have cared to study sincerely.... but this was not the thing which made me remember him forever. On the day of my seventh grade results , he gave me a picture of mine which he had drawn ! ( a picture of mine , as if I am writing something - the exact exam time posture) Can you believe it ? I knew he was a great artist but I never knew that he could draw so beautifully. Why did he choose to draw my picture ? I don't have the picture with me now. I gave it to one of my friends and she never gave it back :( but that drawing is still in my memory , new and fresh.
Isn't this enough to be grateful for him forever?? I am still in contact with him and truly respect him as my most beloved teacher ever , Anil sir :)
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| From left : Usha ( my friend) , anil sir and myself. |
I really like this picture which I took on my recent visit to his place. Such a happy picture. Isn't it ??
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