Teachers Day

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I knelt down on her command. I followed every word that he said. She made me dream. When i was with him, i saw a future that, till then, seemed far removed. She taught me kindness. He taught me firmness. I learnt the importance of respecting women from her. He made me run the earth. When she pinched me, it hurt.

When he made me run, i wondered why. She gave me killer looks and i straightened up, usually. He simplified. She cast me as James Bond. He made me a cadet captain. She told me, ‘i was a champion. He made me believe so. She caught me lying. He put me under the arc lamps.

Both of them stood by the sidelines. Clapping. Sneering. Cheering. All in my good interest. And helped me become who i am.

To the world, ‘He’ and ‘She’ go by the name of teachers. I call them sculptors. The many who are described above.

To them, i owe.

Some names are here. This is my way of saying thank you !

Elango. Viji Seetharaman. Marcus Rodrigs. Prakash Vel. Tirupura Sundari. David Amrutharajan. Vijay Kumar. Subramanium. AS Selvaraj. Ameena David Liolex. Rozarios. Chandra Bai. Thankamani. Seralathan. Alagappan. DeMontee. Prathiba Chaddhar. Vasuki Thai. Martin David. Vasantha Durai. Grace Margaret. Rajendran. Radha Nagarajan. John Britto. Thirumalai. Shanti Mohan. Dhanalakshmi Ravikumar. Rajkumar Gupta. Nedumaran. Revathy. Thavamani. Sudhakar. Gnanam. Manoharan. Vedaraj. Jerelene Rajee. Raja Venkatesh. Lizzy George. Chandrakumar. Mahalingam. Alphonse. Diwakar. Ruth Ashley. Venkat Ram. D Jeevaraj. Malini Renganathan. Mrs.Krishnamoorthy. Mr. Mathai. Graha Rajendran. Prabhakaran. Meenakshi Srinivasan. Joseph Zacchariah. Barnabas. Reuben. Subbiah. Ayyapan. Iqbal. Mohan Ram. Rajendra Pandian. Sudharkar. Eben Jeyapaul. Nagamani. Subbiah Doss.

And many more.

Somewhere in that list dont figure amma & appa. Professors in their own right. Our first teachers & life long ones at that.

Their lives are worth a celebration all year long. Teacher’s day is just a day.

Teachers Day

Elango. Viji Seetharaman. Marcus Rodrigs. Prakash Vel. Tirupura Sundari. David Amrutharajan. Vijay Kumar. Subramanium. AS Selvaraj. Ameena David Liolex. Rozarios. Chandra Bai. Thankamani. Seralathan. Alagappan. DeMontee. Prathiba Chaddhar. Vasuki Tahi. Martin David. Vasantha Durai. Grace Margaret. Rajendran. Radha Nagarajan. John Britto. Thirumalai. Shanti Mohan. Dhanalakshmi Rajkumar. Rajkumar Gupta. Nedumaran. Revathy. Thavamani. Sudhakar. Gnanam. Manoharan. Vedaraj. Jerelene Rajee. Raja Venkatesh. Lizzy George. Chandrakumar. Mahalingam. Alphonse. Diwakar. Ruth Ashley. Venkat Ram. D Jeevaraj. Malini Renganathan. Mrs.Krishnamoorthy. Mr. Mathai. Graha Rajendran. Prabhakaran. Meenakshi Srinivasan. Joseph Zacchariah. Barnabas. Reuben. Subbiah. Ayyapan.

Its teachers day. Am not sure if there is a day dedicated to teachers in the western world. There is one in India though. The earliest recollections that I have of teachers day is obviously dates back to school days. Teachers used to perform (skits, plays, songs etc) for students on Children’s day. It was the students turn to perform for the teachers on Teachers day !

I remember acting in a few plays just because my favourite teacher would be there to see it. And it was for him or her. I didn’t try too hard to recollect all the names of my teachers. From school to college. I have missed a few names here, because we use to refer to them by initials and not by name!

The carefree life of school & college can never ever come back. But the recollections stay firm. In more than one way, it is these people and their shaping, which has given a form to present day existence. Teachers are largely unsung, but they shape not only the destinies of children, but by doing so, they shape the destiny of a nation.

In a way it is surprising. There are so-called ‘important’ folks that I have met during the course of work during the last several years. It takes an effort to recall and put a name to their faces. The names that you see above, some of them I haven’t seen in as many as 25 years ! But as I wrote their names, I distinctly recall their faces. The pat on the back and the cane in the bottom. The appreciation in front of the assembly and the reprimand within the confines of the room. The hard work to instil discipline, which didn’t make sense at that point in time, but which makes tremendous sense now!

Many years later, I wanted to give back some of what I had earned through the years, and stood in front of a group of students, to talk about something in which I had become professionally qualified. The words that my father told me still rings in my ears, “Don’t worry about what they tell you now. If you are sure they will value what you did 10 years later, go ahead and do it”

These teachers made a difference to my lives! They shaped my present. And my future too.