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Aug 02, 2017 at 06:13

From the other side of the screen, we have HoD, Sr. English Department and QSF(Coordinator) Mukta Sharma, from Alchon International, Mayur Vihar sharing with us a student experience that she holds dear to her heart.

Harvard professor Rosabeth Moss Kanter suggests that the happiest among us are those who are solving the toughest problems and making a difference in people’s lives. So by definition, I feel blessed on being a teacher, a love affair that has lasted two decades. When I look back to the initial years, a diffident teacher entering a class full of curious children, a teacher and a learner, nostalgia grips my heart as I recall all those eureka moments. The experience of being a teacher, a mentor, a guide, a philosopher and a friend (sounds cliched doesn’t it) is a remarkable experience in its own way. At times we do berate the education system, as it appears to be dysfunctional one when we come across those children who have decided to hoodwink one and all, whom we cajole, threaten, that is; use all the tricks in the book to bring them to reason and sense. Every year, we come, connect and sync with our students, with new stories of sweat and tears, of humour and fun, of being a confidante, of counselling the parents. All this and much more is the story of being a teacher.

The year is 2012, a chubby girl of 14 years stands in front of me, she is just in class IX and wants to participate in the Inter-House Recitation Competition for classes’ IX and X. She has had very strong recommendations from the House Master, who says she is simply wonderful and another fact that she was the head girl of Middle section. At that moment, I was surrounded by 12thies and listened to her, not entirely convinced that she would be right for the part. The poem that she had selected was quite an average one. And so I tell her to go to the library to check up on a book titled Golden Speeches and asked her to select something inspiring. The next day she is again there, this time we have selected Martin Luther’s speech ‘I have a dream..’ and the rest as they say is history. For the next four years, whenever we would team up together, right from class IX to class XII, be it an Inter House event or be it an Inter School competition, she would always come back for a critical analysis, she would always come back with laurels yet always be down-to-earth. Yes, I am dedicating this to Mehak Rajput, my lucky mascot, who would never cease to amaze me. She would always send me her write-ups whenever she would need an advice; be it an essay, speech or a debate. She became the President of the Student Council Body for the session 2015-16 (her own hard work and sincerity) and here is what she mailed after leaving the school.

She has left the school but our association has grown all the stronger. It’s like potato- po-tah-to relationship one and the same thing, teacher? Friend? Whatever this is, I hope it grows with time. It’s like one of those pictures that you see, ‘talk to a friend after three years and it’ll still be the same’ that reminds me of her. I might sound a bit clingy or poetic or whatever that is I’d just like to say that she is not a student to me, she is a friend and I’m glad my inner Monica found her Phoebe (F.R.I.E.N.D.S quote to make it more interesting).

A fond Adieu, Au Revoir.