The one with Lots of Thanks

I believe that there is a period in everyone's life where one has no regrets. I have asked a lot of people about their best times and what I get mostly is School Time. Even in my life if someone asks me the same question, without any doubt in my mind I would say it's my school time especially my 3 years in Kurukshetra.

My father is in a government job and I would say that yes it's a respectable one. What made my those 3 years apart from the rest of my life is that that no one knew about my father so I was on my own and that was the best thing about it. What's the harsh reality in life (for me) is that you receive special attention from your surroundings if you are different. That has given me more trouble rather than what others think. But that period was different. I was as common as everyone.

What made it more special were my classmates and our English teacher Manika Mam. She was our teacher for all those three sessions so there was a special bond of ours with her. There were many moments which when I remember today give me a sense of guilt that I couldn't thank her for all her support. This blog in a greater sense is a big thanks to her for making that period full of memories so now I am gonna mention all the incidents due to which I am under a huge debt.

So a scholarship test was scheduled in our mid-session for which special classes were organised. Those classes had an eligibility criterion that one should have A+ in all the subjects. I was having A in one and rest all were fine. So the co-ordinator for selection came in our class and called names for all those who were eligible for the selection test. Coincidentally the period going on when the teacher came was of English. So when she heard that I wasn't amongst the ones who were eligible she asked the other Mam to wait and called me. She then requested the other Mam to allow me for classes also so I also got selected and eventually got the scholarship. If she hadn't been there a relevant achievement would be missing in my resume.

There were many sweet moments also for me. Most of the students like me have bullies. So yes, there was one in my case too. Before Kurukshetra, I had been in a very different part of my state. I had my 5 early years of education from those areas so it was very difficult at the beginning to cope up with this new place. I got my first bully in my 7th grade. At first, it was very irritating but I think that I changed a lot after that experience. I learnt all those things that I can't share openly. I guess it's important to know about everything but along with that also understand the real difference between them. If I think about those moments with him today, I can say, I thank God for that. So due to him, I applied for section change. When my new session began, I was in a different one. I don't know why but the energy I felt in that section wasn't very great as it was in the former one. On the very first day, I wanted to go back but I didn't have the dare to go for it again. God listened to me. I got to know that You-Know-Who was the class teacher of my former section. So a period was going on and a Sir came. He called my name and asked me to go to my previous section. When I went back I got to know that Mam was the one who told Sir to bring me. She said that who will teachers look at while teaching if I won't be there. 

That was my best year I can easily say that. So we had a language lab every week. One day we had to practice introducing ourself for an assessment. My turn came and when I told about my father's profession Mam was surprised. I couldn't get that expression at that time. Now I want to share my favourite moment that I can't ever forget. So she was explaining a poem. In that poem, there was a line which commented on my father's profession in a negative sense. I didn't know how to react in front of the whole class, but what Mam did after that I just can't do anything to thank her. She told everyone (indirectly to me) that all these things are just **Assumptions**. The comfort I felt that day, I just can't express that in words. My respect for her after that reached a zenith. I have learned that people may forget what you said, people may forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

On the day of her last lecture in that session, she told everyone what she thinks of each student individually and for me and my friend-a brighter mind she said, "They are Gems of our class".

At the end I just want to say

"Not every teacher deserves to be called one because that title is reserved for great ones like you."