It was the year 2006, I got into my high school. I bunked my first day went to school on second day, I had thought the ritual of introducing ourselves to the class would be done by this time, but it was carried on to the second day too. I got mixed reactions about the class teacher from my fellow mates. Few said that she was really cool and helping, others said she was very strict with the students, they even exaggerated it buy saying she was one of the beautiful teachers we had in our school and irony is that none of them had seen her! They had heard all these things from our seniors. Finally she arrived, in a mustard color and red salwar kameez, with the world's most beautiful smile on her face.
Like all the other teachers, even she asked us to introduce ourselves to the class, after this ritual, she introduced herself and spoke about her. She was so good that everyone liked her at the very first class. For a moment, I felt that, even I will be a teacher one day. She taught us English and History/ Civics. She was so good at teaching that I feel in love with those subjects. We were introduced to many new concepts, arts, books, movies, etc, though it was not her job. I was completely groomed by her, I felt very confident when she spoke to me and guided me.
As a kid, I was very shy natured and a very quiet girl, she completely changed this nature in me. I was made to speak in front of the class and in morning prayers, where whole school could hear me, I started taking part in drama's and many other cultural events. She was the one who installed the habit of reading in me(books,newspapers), I started watching news channels and life style channels because she insisted it, which later inspired me to take up journalism. My tastes gt completely changed even of movies. "Life Is Beautiful ", one of my favorite movies was suggested by her. I and all my classmates were extremely happy when we came to know that she would continue for us the next year too. This was the year I took part in highest inter school events. Thanks to her. I still remember and cherish the way she praised me, when I did something good.
It was the year 2008, we entered into our 10th class, this year our class teacher was changed, we all couldn't accept the fact that, our teacher, whom we respected and admired was not with us. We raised our voice against the administration, even went on a strike for a day, but all of our attempts failed. As this was our last year in school, we wanted to do something special for her. On her birthday, 22nd august, we took cake and flowers, went to her house, gave her a surprise. I could see the happiness in her eyes, as far as I remember that was her last best time with her. I remembered how she transformed a shy-quiet girl to a bold and confident girl. Later, we were out of the school and everyone was busy with their own lives. Last time I saw her was in the month of June of 2009. Later, I came to know that she had left the city and moved to Mumbai. Until now, I'm not able to contact her. I want to meet her atleast once, before I hit my grave!
By the way, her name is RUPA NAIDU. Our beloved Rupa ma'am. Love you ma'am! But, where are you?
Like all the other teachers, even she asked us to introduce ourselves to the class, after this ritual, she introduced herself and spoke about her. She was so good that everyone liked her at the very first class. For a moment, I felt that, even I will be a teacher one day. She taught us English and History/ Civics. She was so good at teaching that I feel in love with those subjects. We were introduced to many new concepts, arts, books, movies, etc, though it was not her job. I was completely groomed by her, I felt very confident when she spoke to me and guided me.
As a kid, I was very shy natured and a very quiet girl, she completely changed this nature in me. I was made to speak in front of the class and in morning prayers, where whole school could hear me, I started taking part in drama's and many other cultural events. She was the one who installed the habit of reading in me(books,newspapers), I started watching news channels and life style channels because she insisted it, which later inspired me to take up journalism. My tastes gt completely changed even of movies. "Life Is Beautiful ", one of my favorite movies was suggested by her. I and all my classmates were extremely happy when we came to know that she would continue for us the next year too. This was the year I took part in highest inter school events. Thanks to her. I still remember and cherish the way she praised me, when I did something good.
It was the year 2008, we entered into our 10th class, this year our class teacher was changed, we all couldn't accept the fact that, our teacher, whom we respected and admired was not with us. We raised our voice against the administration, even went on a strike for a day, but all of our attempts failed. As this was our last year in school, we wanted to do something special for her. On her birthday, 22nd august, we took cake and flowers, went to her house, gave her a surprise. I could see the happiness in her eyes, as far as I remember that was her last best time with her. I remembered how she transformed a shy-quiet girl to a bold and confident girl. Later, we were out of the school and everyone was busy with their own lives. Last time I saw her was in the month of June of 2009. Later, I came to know that she had left the city and moved to Mumbai. Until now, I'm not able to contact her. I want to meet her atleast once, before I hit my grave!
By the way, her name is RUPA NAIDU. Our beloved Rupa ma'am. Love you ma'am! But, where are you?
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