!!!Guru brahma Guru vishnu, Guru Devo maheshwara
Guru Saaksaat param Brahma, Tasmai Shri Guru Dev Namah!
The Guru is Brahma (The God of Creation)
The Guru is Vishnu (The God of Sustenance)
The Guru is Shiva (The God of Annihilation)
My Salutation to such a Guru, who is verily the Supreme God!!
Today is 5th September, Birthday of Dr Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan
the first Vice president of India and the second President of India.
This day is celebrated as Teacher's Day throughout India.
Today, i go down memory lane and remember all the teachers who made an impact on me, and along with my parents gave me the VALUES on basis of which i have tried to live my life.
My first and foremost memory of the world "discipline' came from the principal of my KinderGArten school in Bamrauli, Allahabad.
A fiery south Indian lady, Mrs Narayanan, she was a tough lady who ran the KG school with gusto.
Also from the same school was a young Sikh lady teacher. One day i had done my Homework untidily and she gave me a firing. I went home, and under the guidance of my mother did my homework neatly.
Next as i shifted to St. Mary's Allahabad, I recall my 4th Class Teacher. An Anglo Indian, she was in many ways like Mrs Narayanan, except that she smiled from time to time.
When i moved to Kendriya Vidyalaya, I remember my English Teacher. my memory is hazy and i cant recall her name or her religion. she was probably a Christian.
Since i had shifted from convent, and had a specific way of reciting poems, she chose me to enact part in s short play i the Annual Function.
Of all the possible roles she could have picked, she made me Cleopatra. I wore a white frilly gown, stitched by Mum. I had to enact the scene of Cleopatra's death. So, to make for the snake bite, i had painted red nail polish as blood on my arm. Perhaps this why Cleopatra found a way in my list of Enigmatic Women in my 50th post.
Also in the same school were twin sisters - Nagpals. They taught us Sanskrit and were very popular with students.
We had two Physical Education teachers. Both were exact opposite of each other. The older one was a real khadoos. He was very sarcastic and his life time's ambition was to make sure that all the students performed 'Stand at Ease' and 'Attention' to perfection. We were scared shit of him.
The other PTI was a young, good lolling Muslim, Mr Qadir i think. he taught us many games. But more than that he believed in giving values and being a role model. this was a bit strange as he was a Sports teacher, and our awareness of a PTI was the khadoos older one who had taught us much before Mr Qadir came to teach us.
There is one quote he used to say ;
'Give the world the best you can and the best shall come back to you'.
And then after completing Class 7, i moved to Mongu, Zambia.
Here there were teachers from across the world.
Our English Teacher, Ms Valencia, a good looking groomed woman was a Filipino. she talked about Feminism in the mid 70s.
Our witty and interesting Science Teacher , Mr Martin Bassant made Science period so very interesting.
Sr Ann Plunkett, our English teacher, who was also the Librarian was very tough. But she would always reward me with a Book, every time i helped her organize the Library.
Sr Perpetua, the literature teacher was most unlike a Sister. Her vibrancy always made me wonder how she chose to be a Nun.
Mrs Nyoni, a young Zambian was out typing teacher. She would say : "Class, WARM UP!". The next moment the Huge airy room with resonate with the clatter of typewriters.
And Mr Eugene Morraes, our Principal. I have already written a post about him, 'To Sir with Love'. He is the only teacher with whom i have contact today.
Each one of the above mentioned teachers left a mark on me and I feel fortunate that i had such good inspiring teachers.
I salute them today on TEACHER's DAY. May you all have God's blessings and continue to inspire people around you.
Happy Teacher's Day :)