Teachers

Teachers; mentors,guides,role models, inspirations, institution of zindagi and zindagi ke usool.

Teachers play an important role in building our lives. They paint our lives, we are their fresh canvases. They mould us into “Human beings”. Yet this is the most underrated profession.
First teachers,  of course after parents, are our school teachers. Hence they stand at a higher pedestal than every other teacher of our academic life. 
These are the teachers who have  always been on our minds, consciously or subconsciously. Be it for scoring us badly on a test, to punishing us, to red marks on our note books or more importantly, for a star on the first day of our school or to a chocolate as a treat after your first test. They are always there.
There are teachers who LOVE the profession and there are some so-so teachers. Lets not dwell on the latter category 😛
These teachers not only teach the subject but they instill, the love & acceptance  for the subject in lil brains and core values of life in tiny hearts.

Repeating their dialogues or one liners or imitating them in free hours, or proudly re-narrating their tales or venting or ranting about the project that they forced us to do, they have always occupied  (and still do) a major part of our cerebral cortex.

There are few teachers that have inspired us and have left their imprints behind in our lives. No matter what struggles or hardships they endured on a personal level, they never ever let it affect their teaching or us, their “kids”, in any way. They nailed the teaching bit perfectly. 🙂

9th grade, Math Teacher:
He’s the epitome of what our teachers should be. I’d never disliked the subject but in 9th grade, I was intimidated by it.
But this Sir of ours knew very well how to make his students love the subject. He made his classes interesting by making literature references relevant to the problems we had to solve. He radiated energy vibes as soon as he entered the classroom. Only handful in the world can teach math and make their students laugh at the same time (bye bye frowns and scowls), We are blessed to have been taught by one of them.

He was the first one, who forced us to set the bar for a teacher. (they are either teachers or no teachers, no bad teachers at all). Even today we like/dislike a teacher on how close they come up to the mark that’s been set by him.
He, along with pythagoras theorem, taught us real life lessons. In his classes our discussions varied from algebra to his interests, from literature to our opinions on his witty remarks. 
If our school was Hogwarts, he’d be Dumbledore. 🙂

 

10th Grade, Social Studies Teacher:
She was also our class teacher. She  was fun and made monotonous subject exciting. Daily, she lectured us for first 30 minutes of the class on punctuality and in the last minutes scolded us for wasting “precious” time and for not realising how vast the syllabus is.
To make history interesting, she demonstrated the indemonstrable history chapters. WHO ELSE CAN DO THAT?
She taught us some amazing, witty one liners and phrases and scolded us in a way that resulted,always, in a round of giggle fits. And she never objected to our crazy fits coz she was cool like that *Cool glasses wala emoticon for her*

She was one of those teachers who are well aware of her students and their antics. We always wondered how cool it would be  to have her as our Principal.
Alongside, subject lectures she gave us lessons on the importance of being Independent and Bold women.

12th Grade, Physics Teacher:
I hated  and still do hate the subject. But Mr. T made the subject bearable. He was so passionate about his subject that he’d find “beauty/work of physics” in every frigging aspect of life. And also forced us to look for that beauty but we failed coz “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” and we didnt have those eyes that found physics, a beauty. More than a duty, teaching physics for him was an enjoyment. I’m sure our dumb expressions, day in and day out, tired him but he never made us feel like he was fed up of our stupidity.
His subtle sarcastic remarks and physics’ jokes, voiced in his trademark monotonous tone was what we looked forward to. Adding to it was his gentle, bright smile. And with the same smile on his face he shared the wisdom of life (which eventually led to beauty of physics 😛 ). 

For everyone else, he was the strict physics teacher but for his students he had a complete different personality. He even argued with the Principal regarding the “injustice” his students had to face. LOL!

He was always there to clear every stupid doubt we had in the subject.
If it werent for the confidence and belief he instilled in me, I dont think I would have even passed my Physics board exam. He made me realize “Everything is IN THERE, you need to stay calm and recall it. What you study is never lost, it’s always in there”. 🙂
Physics, even today, gives me goosebumps and nightmares but reminiscing about his classes never fails to make me smile. 🙂

12th Grade, Chemistry Sir:
Passionate is an understatement to describe his love for the subject and profession. His life revolved around his students. No matter what hour of the day/night it was, he was always there to clear out our doubts. I am yet to find a teacher like and I doubt if I ever will.

His motto was “Betey kuch haasil karne ke liye uske pichey pagal hojana padta. So much that every one else should think you are mental” and he was the perfect living example for it. Betey was his takya-kalam 😀
Our incapability to understand the science of reactions enraged him but all he used to say was “Betey bachiyaan hai bolke kuch nahi boltoun, bachey rehte toh dhanadhan detoun that” Haha! One of the perks of having XXs 😛

Besides chemical reactions, he prepared us for college life by narrating us stories from his college days.He opened the door to the world of  “conspiracy theories” for us. He bashed us for our errors and guided us till we got it correct.

There are many more teachers who made school life memorable. Yet these are the teachers who’ll have a special place in my heart forever. “Children are born with wings, teachers help them fly” fits aptly for them. We dont really need a particular day to celebrate them. For them, their students becoming men and women and making their mark in practical life is in and of itself a celebration. Everytime we remember the values taught by them and use them in our lives is a token of gratitude and love for them. Implementing the culture and discipline that they have cultivated in us, is a token for them. But this doesnt mean we shouldnt shower them with tokens of appreciation every now and then.
This run of the mill piece of an article is a token of love and immense gratitude that I have for these teachers.
May Allah swt bless them and every other teacher abundantly with the best blessings of this world and the next for the patience and efforts they have put in. And reunite them with The Teacher of Mankind (PBUH) on the day of judgement. Aameen 🙂

Tell us about your favorite teacher or an incident related to them. 🙂

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Teachers

    • “A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.” Hence hamesha yaad rehjaate hain :). And its fun learning from them rather than learning from not so passionate teachers. Teachers make you hate or like the subject. It all depends on them and thats why its so important to have teachers who make you learn n not study. 🙂
      I am glad…thank you like always for dropping by 🙂

  1. Oh.what a lovely post.. Like you said, the school teachers have a great influence, more than the college teachers and professors.

    Ours was a typical convent school, where we were taught more than mere subjects.. Other students used to look down upon us, because we were bad scorers in exams, but we would come first in elocutions and all.

    I have lots of favorite teachers, and if I start, I would have to do separate posts altogether.. but my fav was my class 8th, class teacher.. she always would comment on some girl who wouldn’t have oil in her hair.. and say, don’t make the guys run after you now.. ok? what’s with this hairstyle? wait till you are 18. And then, make them run after you,. .now they can run fast.. they are just 13..they may find other girls by the time they are 15.. and by 18..you never know.. so put oil and tie plaits. Be good girls.. make the guys wait for you.. 18 is the right age. Put oil tomorrow and dress neatly..ok?

    and then she would begin..so turn to page 35… 😀

    and we would laugh out loud all through the period! 😀

    she was adorable! everyday, there’d be one gyan session on “how to not make boys come after you” .we were apparently 13 and pretty much on the edge of all sorta things! 😀

    • Hahaha she sounds so much like my 8th grade and 10th grade class teacher. LOL!
      They know how to “beizzati” someone and advise them at the same time. Teachers do it best.
      Haha maybe coz thats the age when there’s a high chance of getting into edgy stuff, hence she lectured you guys daily 😛

  2. This post is the best tribute to all the great teachers you had in your life. It was lovely reading about them and now I am sure your mind is under some magical effect of Harry potter series 😛
    I loved many of my teachers too, specially the ones who used to make studies fun for us… Not all teachers know this art after all.

    • Thank You so much Lala 🙂
      My minds been under that spell for too long now 😉
      I Know right, only few know that teaching is art as well. They get to paint on different fresh canvases every year. Only few are aware of it.
      I hope everything is fine at your end 🙂

  3. you paid teachers very wisely in this tribute : ) once a teacher myself i felt this for me:) thank you, thank you:) teachers’ reward is this tribute otherwise what does a teacher expect——– love you for this 🙂

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