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A TEACHER ON TRIAL

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  “Kids don’t remember what you try to teach them; they remember who you are.” Jim Henson   T oday is Teachers Day… As usual, the ‘Happy Teachers Day’ greetings start pouring in right since the daybreak… Feels nice. Yes, it does. When your ex-students, current students and their parents shower kind words on you, you truly feel blessed, even humbled. It also takes you back to your own teachers… the ones who you have not remembered enough, thanked enough. The truth is, in life we all are students of many teachers, and we also are teachers of many students… Living this life calls for both these roles… We all keep learning; we all keep teaching… The label, that ‘I am a teacher’ is, therefore, irrelevant… Every teacher is not on a payroll… Many are just ‘honorary’… One of the greetings, early this morning said, “Happy Teachers Day… Miss you, Sir.” I had taught this young man and his twin brother more than twelve years ago. They both gave a lot of heartburns to their...

OUR TEACHERS IN UNLIKELY AVATARS AND UNLIKELY CLASSROOMS

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Y es, today is Teachers’ Day. One of the earliest greetings I had received was from Sunitha, a dear student of mine some 30 years ago. She had forwarded this popular quote to wish me: “TEACHING: THE PROFESSION THAT CREATES ALL OTHER PROFESSIONS.” It was early in the morning… and, imagine: who wouldn’t feel flattered and pumped, when someone, from hundreds of miles afar and scores of full-moons later, puts into your head, “Hello, this world exists because of your profession.”? Well, that’s exactly what went into my head early   this morning… That, we teachers are the ones who give birth to all other professions…   Teaching is, therefore, the mother of all professions… And, I am the father! Let me be serious. Teaching is one of the most empowering professions in this world.   However, teachers are not found in classrooms alone. In fact, we find some of the finest teachers outside our school and tuition premises. Our parents and gran...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...