Morrie has set the bar real high! The book weaves around the last stages of an astonishing teacher’s life. And most importantly got me thinking how many of us remember the people who shaped our lives!
So this one won’t be a review, not just yet. this one is for all my teachers, particularly my language teachers. Starting from my class teacher at the UKG, Marwa ma’am, who took me onto the stage for the very first time! Then went on to drive my imagination wild by making me learn how to play the flute (never worked of course but still! I pictured myself playing that flute part in Mile sur Mera tumhara! )
Moving on to a Mrs. Malti, she wasn’t my English teacher but helped me hone my Public Speaking skills, took me to debates. She asked us to speak like Pronoy Roy of course I had no idea then how boring he was as a news reader. I was just glad that some teacher took interest in the few good speakers we had in our highly mediocre school!
But in my prized possession of teachers are two people, who by their hearts changed the lives of hundreds of children and continue to do so!
In fifth standard, I was a difficult child, my father had left for States and, well, let’s just say I didn’t take it well. But then the first day of our English class our teacher told us to close our books and just, talk to her! That was the day I met Jyotsna Kashyap Ma’am. She was a whiff of fresh air in a highly claustrophobic surroundings. I liked her class so much I used to bunk my Arts class (because the Arts teacher had washed her hands off me!) and meet her just to talk and she’d oblige EVERYTIME! She could have easily said no but her funda was if not her I’d be sitting alone in my classroom cooking up Devilish recipes of disaster. We had a particular chapter in English at the end of which we were all required to write a scary story. She told us to go home, put ourselves in certain surroundings and just shut the world out and imagine. She told me how great it is to just jot down whatever our mind says. I mostly claim to be a self made poet but the truth is, that one short story got me so scared of my own self! And that was the beginning of this blog and every poem that I have ever written. She made me dream!
When you are taught by someone in your on family, apprehension comes easy. But with my aunt, it was different. The one person who looks at every student as her own child. Cries his/her tears, laughs when she sees them laugh, my aunt has this special gift of making every one even the ones awful at math truly believe in themselves! I remember stories of students who flunked their first terms and I remember them saying one thing about her. She NEVER gives up on you. She never gave up on me and for that I am ever so thankful. She shows faith in you when you have none. And I am lucky coz while some of her students still miss her class. I have her for life.
“A Teacher affects eternity, he can never tell where his influence stops” Henry Adams