Newerways

Happy  Teacher's Day Life is full of teachers we don’t even recognize. The ants marching on teach us discipline without supervision, faith without recognition. The squirrel, carrying its tiny grains, shows us that contribution is not measured by applause but by necessity. Our human teachers are no different. Some speak in words, others in presence. Some correct us with chalk, while others do so with silence. What they all share is the flame of seeing us leave a mark. On this Teachers’ Day, I honor not just those in classrooms, but every teacher, visible or invisible, that life has given me. For each one taught a lesson that survives longer than memory. Happy Teachers’ Day.

My school was a fantastic place to be in. It was one place that opened the gates for exposure for me. It gave us the memories we would cherish forever. In junior classes whenever my sons would prepare for debates, speeches, recitations, elocution, extempore, stage performances I would imagine my class fellows speaking their mind over the podium. Though I was never directly involved in these activities I remembered my teachers’ giving practices. Their emphasis on full stops, commas, sarcasm, humours, and an array of emotions was really commendable. The voice modulation, ascent and descent in tone, the monotone was all I imagined very explicitly and vividly. Those were not the days of internet but reading and experience were the guiding fronts. Assimilation of these inputs I realized, years later had become my strength. I may not have mastered the talent but loved to repeat the same with my children. I was particularly impressed when my son organized a talk show on “social networking...