Recently i made a short visit to my parent's home. Just a day before my journey back, we went to buy a few daily need items. While I was walking past a store, a heard someone call my name. I turned to find out it was our physics teacher, Davis sir. Once with dark black hair and thick moustaches, now with grey streaks and wrinkled eyes. I was surprised to see he has lost so much weight ( I was embarrassed as I had gained weight).
One thing that often leaves me awestruck about teachers is they remember the name of each and every student they have taught. I mean just imagine, every teacher might have taught at least thousand students in his lifetime, (the number may be even more), but she or he remembers the name of every student he taught. And even though we change so much after school life, even if we gain weight or lose weight, grow moustaches or beard, get married, have kids, but they still recognise us in just one look.
So, It took me a while to realise that Davis sir, my class teacher who was among the most handsome teachers of our school, can grow old. And after looking at his wrinkled face I realise how time has flown.
I told him about other students of our class, about some of them with whom I was in touch.
Another thing about teachers I admire is, they are the only one in this whole world, after our parents, who feel so proud of the feats of their students. When I told Davis sir about our students, how many of them are working abroad and some of them have even cracked IAS, he smiled in amazement.
As we talked, he shared something that tore me from inside. He said that the company, that owned the school land and the surrounding township, was planning to demolish the whole township, including our school and colony. People and teachers here may be relocated to some other place. I was heartbroken, never thought that the school where I studied right from nursery to class twelfth, my kids won't be able to see that school again. I thought when my son would grow up I would bring him to my school, show him my classrooms, our school playground, our prayer hall, our chemistry lab where we broke something or the other everyday, our music room. The very thought of my school being bulldozed, filled my eyes with tears.
I wonder where will all the faculty members and staffs of our school go? Where will they find jobs and accommodation?
People suggested me to opt teaching as a career, but somehow I never settled for it. Not because it is the most cliché career option for girls, but because it requires a lot of patience and selflessness to become a teacher.
One thing that often leaves me awestruck about teachers is they remember the name of each and every student they have taught. I mean just imagine, every teacher might have taught at least thousand students in his lifetime, (the number may be even more), but she or he remembers the name of every student he taught. And even though we change so much after school life, even if we gain weight or lose weight, grow moustaches or beard, get married, have kids, but they still recognise us in just one look.
So, It took me a while to realise that Davis sir, my class teacher who was among the most handsome teachers of our school, can grow old. And after looking at his wrinkled face I realise how time has flown.
I told him about other students of our class, about some of them with whom I was in touch.
Another thing about teachers I admire is, they are the only one in this whole world, after our parents, who feel so proud of the feats of their students. When I told Davis sir about our students, how many of them are working abroad and some of them have even cracked IAS, he smiled in amazement.
As we talked, he shared something that tore me from inside. He said that the company, that owned the school land and the surrounding township, was planning to demolish the whole township, including our school and colony. People and teachers here may be relocated to some other place. I was heartbroken, never thought that the school where I studied right from nursery to class twelfth, my kids won't be able to see that school again. I thought when my son would grow up I would bring him to my school, show him my classrooms, our school playground, our prayer hall, our chemistry lab where we broke something or the other everyday, our music room. The very thought of my school being bulldozed, filled my eyes with tears.
I wonder where will all the faculty members and staffs of our school go? Where will they find jobs and accommodation?
People suggested me to opt teaching as a career, but somehow I never settled for it. Not because it is the most cliché career option for girls, but because it requires a lot of patience and selflessness to become a teacher.
"A teacher is the most humble person on this planet who just earns enough to make both ends meet, while creating some of the best minds of this world."
