Everest Story contest-2012

A teacher can make or break an individual.

When we were young, we believed blindly in whatever our teachers said. For many, a teacher may be a hero or the person who demotivated you at a young age.

Was there a school teacher in your life whose one small gesture knowingly or unknowingly changed your life positively or otherwise?

Here is an opportunity to share your teacher’s story. Let your story be one or more incidents during your childhood. Ensure, it is your real life story and not an imaginary story.

Take part in Everest Story contest-2012 which is organized as part of Everest 6th anniversary and share your teacher’s make or break story.

The story should be in English and the last date for the submission is Oct-13, 2012.

Selected stories will be published as a book and will be distributed to school teachers to create awareness on how they can influence the future India.

Get ready.. It’s time to tell your unsaid story.

You can share your story as a comment in this blog post.

All the best for the participants.

Note: Comments are put on moderation to avoid spams. After you submit the story, our admin will check the story and will approve it. Till then, your story will not appear in the comment section.

Other Everest Contests: Short Movie ContestDrawing Contest and Photography contest

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50 thoughts on “Everest Story contest-2012

  1. Where I need to register for this contest?
    Where I have to post my story?
    The story could be a dramatic one?(Even though its a true story)

    • Thanks for your comment Vijayan. There is no registration. You can directly post your story as a comment in this blog post. Yeah, it can be a true make or break story.

  2. Karthee,
    can it be a story we already written and posted in blog? I’ve written my teacher;s story recently in c2. will submit the same if you permit. Let me know your opinon.

    Thanks
    Uma.

  3. “Teacher can Make or Break an Individual”

    Hi all, the timeline above made me feel happy and excited to share my Experience with my Teacher…..
    When I’m in 10th Standard my Maths Teacher Mr. Basha, use to give us a wonderful explanation on the Theories and also the systematic way to resolve the Problems. In this regard he strictly wants every student to follow his own method of resolving the problem and to try doing it by their own. In one day Assignment he given some models and asked to try resolving it. In that process I took the help of my Tuition Teacher and solved all the problems given in the assignment. Next day I was the happiest among the classmates and almost 90% of the class was incomplete with their assignments, I’m on cloud nine sitting happily in the last bench and ready to show my Home Work. When Mr. Basha entered the class room, he immediately cross checked for the HW and all the un happiest came out and undertook their punishment, me with few more class mates sitting on the bench with my legs crossing…wherein my turn has come and went to him to show my HW, within in a sec there was a sound wherein I fell on the first bench beside my teachers table after getting a tight slap from my teacher. He seriously asked me “Have you done it by your Own”!!! Though staying in a shock I replied “NO”, “I took the help of my tuition teacher”. He asked me to get out of the class and the whole session I’m standing out wherein other friends of mine are inside the class sitting in their own places. EOD I met him personally and tried to justify that after a struggle in resolving it I took the help of Tuition teacher.

    He concluded I don’t want students who are not even up to a mark to try solving any small issue on their own, it’s better to fail rather than depending on some other person. This situation had a huge impact on my career, from that day till today I never tried depending on others for anything, and tried hard to find out my own way in sorting any issue. I felt the pleasure in learning new things and doing something on my own way…which made me reach my goals and I was the topper in my Graduation and Post graduation. Because of him I realized the way to reach a proper objective, goal or Ambitions!

    Today I love writing something on a piece of paper and learn a new word each day!!! …through the “Everest story contest” I would like to heart fully thank my teacher Mr. Basha (PEN School, Vizag (2001-2002)) for his “Slap” which changed my life style!!!
    Thanks & Regards,
    Komala Lakshmi

  4. It was the most enjoyable time in my life. I had completed my Higher Secondary Second year (12th ;) ) and waiting for my result. Gone are those days which had only happiness in life and nothing else. Nothing to study, nothing to worry, nothing to even think of and nothing to do, but play n enjoy…. Hope everyone have such a pleasure filled nostalgic memories those days, so as me.

    Results were published and I was least bothered. All I wanted was to become a teacher since my childhood. I strongly believe that teachers are the most responsible persons in shaping the future India and that’s true. Hence with the score of 90.5% I applied for teacher training which was not encouraged by my parents. They wanted me to be an engineer shaping the future world . But they still supported me. To my great disappointment, my application got rejected saying I’m underage and with an advice to apply the next year. My days were darkened. I was like the one who lost her conscious and always looking at the roof thinking of something. Yes, really….

    A week passed by. My dad called me and asked to pay the school fees for my brother. He was to join 7th std in a matriculation school in my locality by then. I agreed as I too wanted a break, a place to go out. The staff and principal are known to me as I had my physics tuition for 12th from one of the staff there. (Its obvious that govt. school students go for private tuitions for all the main subjects).
    On seeing me, the principal called to her room.

    Below is the scene happened then:

    Me: Excuse me ma’am.

    Princi: yeah, come in. take yr seat.

    Me: Thanks Ma’am, how are you? (I smiled, realizing that I never smiled for the past one week)

    Princi: I’m cool. But you seem to be not ok. Why? What happened?

    Me: Nothing ma’am. My application for teacher training got rejected.

    Princi: Oh, that’s the point. Fine, tell me this. Suppose your application got selected, what would have you done?

    Me: I would have done my teacher training. What else can be done ma’am?

    Princi: ok, then?

    Me: I’ll do my B.Ed. ( I answered instantly)

    Princi: Then…?

    Me: Then…. (I thought for a while) I’ll do my degree.

    Princi: Aan… then Masters, then M.Phil, then PHd, rt?

    Me: (smiled) yes ma’am….

    Princi: Then what will your brother and sister do?

    Me: Ma’am… sorry…. I’m not getting you.

    Princi: That’s the problem… you are not getting the fact. Listen, you are a girl, first child of your family. And your father is a govt servant who completely depends on his salary to run yr family and nothing else. Do you think he’ll be able to contribute till your doctorate? Then how’ll your brother and sister study? Did you ever think in this perspective?

    You need not support him, but atleast you can reduce his burden right? Why don’t you take up professional studies which will help you in future. See, if your family is in a position of expecting your salary, then your choice of studies should be a one which earns you money, right? Let them invest in you now by giving you a worthy degree. Why don’t you repay them by earning atleast for your own marriage expenses?

    Me: Yes ma’am I agree… but my ambition is to become a teacher, to shape the children for a better society, for a better future. (My eyes filled with dreams)

    Princi: Who told that an engineer cannot become a teacher? ‘A person who teaches is a teacher, irrespective of place’ you agree?
    (I nodded my head ‘yes’. She continued…)

    If so, you can very well become a teacher after some years in IT na? Who’s hindering you? See, teaching a youngster will create more positive impact to the society, than teaching a child. In school you can just sow the seed in their heart, whereas in a college you can make it grow by the way you want.

    Above all, it’s your own life. You’ll never get this chance to decide once you move forward. So think twice…. Think wise….

    She tapped on my cheeks gently. I feel the chillness of her hand even now when I think of that day. Friends, all she told is nothing but fact. I realized it after I completed my engineering degree. She insisted me to set a right goal which will be useful and start learning based on it, which I’m wondering to hear the same as a term in cognizant – Goal Based Learning.

    I really feel proud to support my parents in each aspect and feel much privileged when they discuss on important decisions with me. Now, after this four years in IT, I respect myself that I’m matured enough to take my own decision in life.

    And, it’s because of Mrs. Kousalya Srinivasan, Founder – Principal, Akshara Matriculation School, Nagamalai, Madurai, all I have in my life now, is possible. Without her timely redirection, I never know what would I be now. Ma’am, no matter how far we are today. My heart will be filled with gratitude for you any time, any day.
    Thank you….. !!!

  5. Story from Uma Maheswari:

    It was the most enjoyable time in my life. I had completed my Higher Secondary Second year (12th ;) ) and waiting for my result. Gone are those days which had only happiness in life and nothing else. Nothing to study, nothing to worry, nothing to even think of and nothing to do, but play n enjoy…. Hope everyone have such a pleasure filled nostalgic memories those days, so as me.

    Results were published and I was least bothered. All I wanted was to become a teacher since my childhood. I strongly believe that teachers are the most responsible persons in shaping the future India and that’s true. Hence with the score of 90.5% I applied for teacher training which was not encouraged by my parents. They wanted me to be an engineer shaping the future world . But they still supported me. To my great disappointment, my application got rejected saying I’m underage and with an advice to apply the next year. My days were darkened. I was like the one who lost her conscious and always looking at the roof thinking of something. Yes, really….

    A week passed by. My dad called me and asked to pay the school fees for my brother. He was to join 7th std in a matriculation school in my locality by then. I agreed as I too wanted a break, a place to go out. The staff and principal are known to me as I had my physics tuition for 12th from one of the staff there. (Its obvious that govt. school students go for private tuitions for all the main subjects).
    On seeing me, the principal called to her room.

    Below is the scene happened then:

    Me: Excuse me ma’am.

    Princi: yeah, come in. take yr seat.

    Me: Thanks Ma’am, how are you? (I smiled, realizing that I never smiled for the past one week)

    Princi: I’m cool. But you seem to be not ok. Why? What happened?

    Me: Nothing ma’am. My application for teacher training got rejected.

    Princi: Oh, that’s the point. Fine, tell me this. Suppose your application got selected, what would have you done?

    Me: I would have done my teacher training. What else can be done ma’am?

    Princi: ok, then?

    Me: I’ll do my B.Ed. ( I answered instantly)

    Princi: Then…?

    Me: Then…. (I thought for a while) I’ll do my degree.

    Princi: Aan… then Masters, then M.Phil, then PHd, rt?

    Me: (smiled) yes ma’am….

    Princi: Then what will your brother and sister do?

    Me: Ma’am… sorry…. I’m not getting you.

    Princi: That’s the problem… you are not getting the fact. Listen, you are a girl, first child of your family. And your father is a govt servant who completely depends on his salary to run yr family and nothing else. Do you think he’ll be able to contribute till your doctorate? Then how’ll your brother and sister study? Did you ever think in this perspective?

    You need not support him, but atleast you can reduce his burden right? Why don’t you take up professional studies which will help you in future. See, if your family is in a position of expecting your salary, then your choice of studies should be a one which earns you money, right? Let them invest in you now by giving you a worthy degree. Why don’t you repay them by earning atleast for your own marriage expenses?

    Me: Yes ma’am I agree… but my ambition is to become a teacher, to shape the children for a better society, for a better future. (My eyes filled with dreams)

    Princi: Who told that an engineer cannot become a teacher? ‘A person who teaches is a teacher, irrespective of place’ you agree?
    (I nodded my head ‘yes’. She continued…)

    If so, you can very well become a teacher after some years in IT na? Who’s hindering you? See, teaching a youngster will create more positive impact to the society, than teaching a child. In school you can just sow the seed in their heart, whereas in a college you can make it grow by the way you want.

    Above all, it’s your own life. You’ll never get this chance to decide once you move forward. So think twice…. Think wise….

    She tapped on my cheeks gently. I feel the chillness of her hand even now when I think of that day. Friends, all she told is nothing but fact. I realized it after I completed my engineering degree. She insisted me to set a right goal which will be useful and start learning based on it, which I’m wondering to hear the same as a professional term in IT industry – Goal Based Learning.

    I really feel proud to support my parents in each aspect and feel much privileged when they discuss on important decisions with me. Now, after this four years in IT, I respect myself that I’m matured enough to take my own decision in life.

    And, it’s because of Mrs. Kousalya Srinivasan, Founder – Principal, Akshara Matriculation School, Nagamalai, Madurai, all I have in my life now, is possible. Without her timely redirection, I never know what would I be now. Ma’am, no matter how far we are today. My heart will be filled with gratitude for you any time, any day.
    Thank you….. !!!
    –00—

  6. Thanks for creating such oppurtunity karthee. Is there any restriction to complete the stort in these many words.

    • Hi Sukumar,

      Thanks for your kind words. We do not have any restriction. You can write the story in your own style so that everyone can understand the context much better. All the very best.

  7. Carl Jung said “An understanding heart is everything in a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling” ! My good fortune is that i have had two people in my life who i look back with gratitude for what i am today .
    As i joined St john’s for the class 2 i was literally the ugly duckling of my school whereas, everyone there was a “pedigree version”.I knew english but i couldn’t coherently talk or even express my thoughts ,in a school where english should be the only way of communication i was a goner ! I still remember the day reaching home in tears and questioning my mom why we had to change from my old school because a girl sitting next to me asked me the name of what i was eating and i said ” velarikai ” she just leered at me and shouted to the whole class that this idiot doesn’t know to say cucumber .At that time my english teacher MRS.SHANTHI PRIYA realized my compositions were way better and my only problem was communication and from then on for 6-7 months daily she would sit back after class and teach me verbal english and give me tinkle books as a treat if i did well .
    Five years down the lane when i was in 8th i had the pleasure of
    studying under MRS JOYCE who was our physics teacher .That was the time when you start to look in to the mirror and wonder why you are so dark,your nose is all crooked ,your unshapely figure and start trying out all the fairness creams in the market.You learn the meaning of words like loneliness,despair,irritatablity,jealousy and many more devils .You sit for hours and wonder why you don’t seem to have any talents . So naturally i did all these too ,i used to cry nonchalantly that i was fat,black and ugly. One day she caught weeping ,i still can bring her image to my eyes the way she sat next to me, put her hands over my shoulder and said ” darlin its not the skin that matters, its the inner beauty that counts , i dont want my girl to be fair and lovely but i want her to be compassionate ,kind,rendering love to all,be the reason of someone’s smile.So tell me ,do you want to be my girl sindhu ? And remember god can make diamonds out of charred wood called charcoal dear so put your faith in god, pray to him ,ask him to guide you to help you it will take you places my dear” .I ust hugged her back .The next day she gifted me a bible and told me to pray .And daily she used to ask me, did i pray ? did i help someone ? And if my answer was yes she would beam so much ,so just for that i made sure i would make her beam everyday with happiness.
    Now i am in college, final year but everytime i do a presentation,compere my college function ,communication lab debates and when my friends say you were “w-o-w you truly are gifted ” I just nod and say ,”yes i am gifted i got a great teacher during my schooling” and shanthi mam image just pops in my mind. Whenever i get complimented for some of my good ways and my confidence and when my friends ask me,”How sindhu you can joke about your colour and shape while we are running about with diet plans and face creams and spend a fortune at parlour “. I just laugh and tell them, “kiddos i follow the jmbm-joyce mam beauty mantra ,the one beauty that counts is inner beauty ” .Not that i don’t moan over my looks anymore, i am just an average teenager but when i do i remember and her and push it out of my mind.These two mam are the reason why i win debates,oratorical contest and the reason why i can get placement in an IT company and how confident i face my life !! Thank you teachers for all that you have done for me without any expectations of repayment ,all those love and care you had for me.
    They are the reason why this ugly duckling didn’t remain ugly all her
    life but tranformed in to a beautiful and a confident swan.I could write books about how they changed my life but its a “short story ” and i already think i over did it :p !

    • Kudos for such a heartwarming story and also to your attitude!!:) Have always loved your way of thinking, keep it up!! Way to go girl!!(hope you are the same Sindhuja who was my junior at SVS)

  8. thanks karthee ! Winning or losing is total different criteria , but you made me live through my school days,my friends once again by writing this story ! waiting for ur feedback

  9. Carl Jung said “An understanding heart is everything in a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling” ! My good fortune is that i have had two people in my life who i look back with gratitude for what i am today .
    As i joined St john’s for the class 2 i was literally the ugly duckling of my school whereas, everyone there was a “pedigree version”.I knew english but i couldn’t coherently talk or even express my thoughts ,in a school where english should be the only way of communication i was a goner ! I still remember the day reaching home in tears and questioning my mom why we had to change from my old school because a girl sitting next to me asked me the name of what i was eating and i said ” velarikai ” she just leered at me and shouted to the whole class that this idiot doesn’t know to say cucumber .At that time my english teacher MRS.SHANTHI PRIYA realized my compositions were way better and my only problem was communication and from then on for 6-7 months daily she would sit back after class and teach me verbal english and give me tinkle books as a treat if i did well .
    Five years down the lane when i was in 8th i had the pleasure of
    studying under MRS JOYCE who was our physics teacher .That was the time when you start to look in to the mirror and wonder why you are so dark,your nose is all crooked ,your unshapely figure and start trying out all the fairness creams in the market.You learn the meaning of words like loneliness,despair,irritatablity,jealousy and many more devils .You sit for hours and wonder why you don’t seem to have any talents . So naturally i did all these too ,i used to cry nonchalantly that i was fat,black and ugly. One day she caught weeping ,i still can bring her image to my eyes the way she sat next to me, put her hands over my shoulder and said ” darling its not the skin that matters, its the inner beauty that counts , i dont want my girl to be fair and lovely but i want her to be compassionate ,kind,rendering love to all,be the reason of someone’s smile.So tell me ,do you want to be my girl sindhu ? And remember god can make diamonds out of charred wood called charcoal dear so put your faith in god, pray to him ,ask him to guide you to help you it will take you places my dear” .I ust hugged her back .The next day she gifted me a bible and told me to pray .And daily she used to ask me, did i pray ? did i help someone ? And if my answer was yes she would beam so much ,so just for that i made sure i would make her beam everyday with happiness.
    Now i am in college, final year but everytime i do a presentation,compere my college function ,communication lab debates and when my friends say you were “w-o-w you truly are gifted ” I just nod and say ,”yes i am gifted i got a great teacher during my schooling” and shanthi mam image just pops in my mind. Whenever i get complimented for some of my good ways and my confidence and when my friends ask me,”How sindhu you can joke about your colour and shape while we are running about with diet plans and face creams and spend a fortune at parlour “. I just laugh and tell them, “kiddos i follow the jmbm-joyce mam beauty mantra ,the one beauty that counts is inner beauty ” .Not that i don’t moan over my looks anymore, i am just an average teenager but when i do i remember and her and push it out of my mind.These two mam are the reason why i win debates,oratorical contest and the reason why i can get placement in an IT company and how confident i face my life !! Thank you teachers for all that you have done for me without any expectations of repayment ,all those love and care you had for me.
    They are the reason why this ugly duckling didn’t remain ugly all her
    life but tranformed in to a beautiful and a confident swan.I could write books about how they changed my life but its a “short story ” and i already think i over did it :p!!

  10. My First Words

    I was meeting her after 5 years. I was filled with more trepidation than excitement. She was flying to the States (where her daughter and scientist-son live) in 5 days from then. And, I worked in Bangalore. So, my best chance to meet her was that Saturday. I was supposed to meet her at 5 but arrived an hour later. She seemed the same to me. Age and time had done her no damage. She was just as I remembered, although I suspect she had changed her glasses for a sleeker frame.

    She fussed over the flowers I had brought for her. But, she didn’t know that once I saw her I wasn’t living anymore on a little place people call Earth. We got chatting slowly at first and the pace caught on. She enquired what I had done with my life until then and what I intended to do. I asked her about her notorious knee. She replied that she had had them done and I hoped it was as good as new. My watch was chipping away the hour but time moved backwards rewinding nine years.

    We start ruminating over memories and anecdotes I hold dear to my heart. We vacillate between the current and the past. She talks about RTE with the same vigour I remember from her classroom lectures. She then tells me what becomes my revelation of the day (or possibly forever) – “You know, I don’t buy this thing that students from Tamil medium will find it difficult. I studied in Tamil medium until class 12 (called SSLC back then) and went to Stella Maris of all colleges. I didn’t find the ride insurmountable although there were hiccups”.

    My jaw dropped. She noticed and I launch into an explanation. I had picked up a huge amount of words from casual interactions with her. I had built such a large part of my vocabulary from her so much so it seemed I had learnt my first English words from her. ‘Niche’ from her comment in my report card, ‘conspicuous’ and ‘melancholy’ from her encouraging feedback when I was down and ‘camouflage’
    from one of her stories that she always had handy. And, now after all these years, she still has managed to astound me. Wow, life does have a way of packing in pleasant surprises – sometimes!

    The spotlight is back on me. I tell her I am engineer who works for a consulting firm. But, very soon, I will be investigating electromagnetics for my Master’s thesis. I also tell her my summer adventures – as an RA (Research Associate) studying the wave equation and blackholes in Canada, as a journalist with The Times of India, as a volunteer for the National PDS Survey in the villages of HP and TN. She is visibly happy and calls herself an empty talker. I beg to differ. I then chime away what I wanted to tell her all my life – She believed in me more than I did. And, that has been my impetus for all the things that I have done.

    The time comes for me to take leave. She is worried it’s getting dark. I reassure her that I stay close enough. I touch her feet involuntarily. She blesses me and asks me to keep in touch. I promise myself I will as I memorise her email address. I walk out through her wooden door. A strange sensation comes over me. I try defining it but I conclude that it’s beyond my rational recognition. I make my way back home wading through the traffic realizing that I will carry a piece of her wonderful warmth and encouragement wherever I go; whatever I do.

    Note: “She” here refers to my class teacher of class 8 who taught me Social Science for three years. She has been responsible for the confident person I am today. When I won a scholarship to pursue graduate studies, I spoke about her role in shaping my life which found its way into a media story. (The article can be read here : http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-educationplus/article3732168.ece). She has been the guiding star of my life in many ways transforming a puny teenager with confidence issues into a seemingly well-rounded person today!

    • Hi swathi, can’t believe that u studied in tamil medium till 12th. Your narration is excellent. All the very best . Your teacher must be really proud to see u succeed in life :)

  11. A teacher can make or break an individual.
    -Thursday gave me triggers but I realized very late:

    I still remember that day. I was studying 10th standard around 2003 September 15th. Lot of silence and room was not enough to accommodate the volume of silence prevailing in the class. It was a obviously a special class. Everyone was feeling tired and sleepy. Was this that the reason for silence…??? No it was English class handled by school headmistress. Was that the only reason for silence??? May be or may not be…
    Usually all standard classes would have games hour and library hours. But it was a battle for us to have 24/7/365 for study hours. The reason is obvious. This standard proves who we are and decides who we would be in the future. Everybody told the same. Am sure, Sleepless nights and sleepy dawn sandwich would never make any good career. Memorize, by heart and vomit on the papers were the prime words in everyone’s oxford during those times.
    I felt there should be some spring season piercing this summer conditions (duration in 10th standard). The teacher was very slow in teaching such that the person who did not know English would understand the subject to a greater extent. Suddenly a force hit my brain and induced me to start writing. In my beginning days of school life I was discouraged with the grading system called marks. It was very obvious that a grading system could never judge an individual’s personal talents and valor. I was in a belief of having my days painted with gold in near future with my hidden talents.
    My English teacher started encouraging me understanding my way of approaching the studies. My writing started flowering and thought it would be nice to have some expert guidance for the same. The personal diary establishments travelled to my school and reached the hands of my English teacher.
    Waiting for the feedback from the teacher??????? Me too…….

    Deep silence proved noise to be a crime. The pages got scanned and I was able to hear the noisy page wrapping sounds. My friends were showing some anxiety and shock about circularity for my writing.
    “Good”….. Don’t be too imaginative …it spoils your career and future… Those words made my heart lose some beats and my face turned pale with scarcity of blood. Brain lost its power and the senses shook my confidence. I was expecting a loud applause and appreciation but was triggered down with discouragement???? ….. No … there should be some reason behind it…
    Till then I have never faced this sort of experience. Heart melted down due to the loss of confidence and brain became inactive after the discouragement. I started working seriously on my writings which led to my personal diary flooding with my hidden feelings.
    When you don’t have opportunities your talents cry but when your talents are discouraged you start to cry.
    After two weeks, board exams got complete and were waiting for results. Results came on May 30th 2003 which proved that my teacher was right. At that age my memory and grasping power need to be channelized and groomed well. The internal motto of my teacher’s word was to establish myself first and then to grow as versatile person.
    Today after 7 years of my SSLC completion I could never stay away from thanking my teacher for giving a valuable comment. Today I am writer, presenter, and trainer, IT professional, a good friend and Script writer (have done two short films in the office). When someone comes in to competition, I would start working hard. This was the result of my teacher’s those words, “Good”….. Don’t be too imaginative …it spoils your career and future…

    After 5 years I understood the meaning of the words:
    Meaning: You are good in expressing things… but don’t be imaginative…It is independent which ever path you choose only hard work will help your career…..

    Teachers are always great….

    - Amarnath

  12. Theme: Your Teacher’s make or break story

    I often wonder why I become so dumb when I see the word ’Teacher’ My mind plays a rewind button immediately(I guess it’s a built in feature in me ;) )Stepping into the time machine I see all my teachers stand there, some with furious look and some with magic wands (the pen which gives us the score). Some of them use to make me stand on the bench for not answering their questions. Those were the days of no guilt and shy. Smiling to myself, and walking in the time machine I go back to the place where I was taught rhymes while bathing. But the one who taught them was my mother. For everyone in this world the first guru/teacher would definitely be our mothers. I am no exception here. I learnt a…b…c… from her. I learnt what ‘volunteering’ meant from her. She was/will be my inspiration forever. She is a teacher in class and a mom at home. I still remember that day which left a lasting impression in my life…!!!

    Exam fever was rolling in the school. Our quarterly exams will start soon. All the bright kids were studying restlessly and the duller were playing around.

    “Gooddddd morninggggg teacheeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
    “Good morning. Sit down kids”

    Everyone settled down to hear some tips from her, at least the important questions ;)

    “So did everyone start studying?”
    “yesssssssssssssssssssss teaaaaaaaachhhhhhhhhhhherrrrrrrrrrr”
    sang the kids
    “What about you rohan?”

    Rohan was one of the laziest and the most mischievous kid in the class. Everyone was surprised as to why she called him.

    “No teacher” was his answer with a laughing face. She smiled in return and asked him to sit.

    “Stand up when I call out your names and form as a group”

    She called out some names. Everyone formed as two groups. We found that one group had toppers and other group had failures. Not only in her subject but in rest as well. Since she was the class teacher she knew the psychology of the kids pretty well. She quickly formed teams and the team had 1 duller and 1 bright kid.

    “Sheila and rohan, you both study together”
    “But teacher he always disturbs me. I can’t study with him I will also fail like him”

    Sheila answered with full irritation and rohan was laughing.

    “You will definitely enjoy studying don’t worry” was her smooth reply

    She made this with everyone out there. With all hesitations and irritations everyone started to study. Slowly, they mingled with each other smoothly and were smiling together.

    The exams finished and it was the results time.

    “What have you all done in the exams??” she asked surprisingly. Everyone was confused and tensed

    She read out the names and scores. At the end we realized that there were no failures. Everyone got at least pass mark in almost all the subjects.
    Now everyone understood the reason as to why she split up into groups. In the last few days everyone learnt responsibility, sharing and helping each other. The mere thought of working together made me realize what team work meant.

    Today I stand out as an individual with responsibility and learnt to serve people. Whatever I do , I enjoy it and at the end of the day I sleep with a smile.

  13. Theme : Your Teacher Makes or Break the Story
    My Dream Story
    Once upon the time, there lived a rich couple called Shun and Vanathi in a country, they are having a son called Rithik, that couples loves their son a lot . Rithik is very obedient and most lovely person in his class. One day Rithik’s English teacher teaches a moral class, She said that “we should always help others else our soul won’t go to heaven” .From that time he is thinking what help he did for others, from morning to evening he is not at all concentrating other classes, he is thinking… thinking …. After Thinking a lot then he didn’t get the answer for his question. He was very much frustrated and he crossed the road from his school. While crossing only he met with an accident and he was died in the spot. Shun and Vanathi felt a lot about their lovable son and they decided to make a statue for his son. The statue’s body is made up of Gold,Lips of the statue is made up of Ruby,His nails and Eye’s are of Diamond , His ornaments are fully made up of Gems. The couples planned to place the statue in the middle of the city.The statue used to see all the people in the city and felt for its sorrows. One day a parrot called Vibu , she is a very naughty parrot wanted to take some rest .
    Vibu: Ayyo….. too much tired..!! I wanted to take rest in an AC Room, but where can I get it.. :(
    Hmmmm….. What to do?
    While she was flying, she found our Rithik’s Statue.
    Vibu : Harey, I think my ancestor knows that I will come here for that only they build this statue for me.
    Vibu was enjoying a lot under the statue , that time some water spelled on Vibu’s Head
    Vibu : Who is poring acid on me ? ya , I know my opposition party only wanted to kill me …. Silly fellows they don’t know the power of this Vibu…. Hey , you know I am the king of this City …. I am the only king Hey stupid’s if you have dare say your name…..
    No response from anyone
    Vibu was silent for sometime , she was nervous with that fear only she put her head up
    She saw that the water drops are coming from the Rithik’s statue eye
    Vibu : Hey are you crying?
    Rithik: yes,….
    Vibu: What happened?
    Rithik: Today, I saw one poor man , he was already suffering a lot for money , today he met with an accident …. His family don’t have money for his operation also…. More over he is having three children , what they are going to do for their education.. I don’t know
    Vibu : she is silent for sometime
    Vibu : Rithik, Do you want to help to that family?
    Rithik : yes, but how could I ?
    Vibu : you can….
    Rithik : How ?
    Vibu : Vibu tells an idea to the Rithik’s statue
    Next day , the poor man’s Operation was successful, they put their children in nice school … Similarly in the city all the poor people become financially stable, Everyone was happy in the city
    Rithik : Thanks vibu , because of you only My City is well now
    Vibu : No Rithik, you tolerate the pain when I take gold from your body , if you felt little pain and withdrawn our plan, we would have not been able to achieve this
    Rithik : No vibu, While taking gold from my body , your nose was broken and you lost much blood, you tolerate all the pain and you only made it happen
    Vibu : Yes Rithik, While planting the tree we should suffer somewhat, but that make us more happy when we get the fruits back. Similarly we may face some difficulty while helping others but once we come to know that people are happy because of us we will get more happy than we suffered.. :) :)
    Rithik: yes Vibu, you are absolutely right …. My teacher told on that day , “Helping Soul only goes to heaven “, I thought Heaven is some other world now I realized that Seeing smile from others because of us only is real Heaven… Now I am also in Heaven.. bye Vibu..

    Thanks,
    kowsiya Madhiyalagan

  14. It is with great joy I would like to pen a few words about the three teachers who had made significant difference in my life.
    I am from a middle class family. My mother had wanted both of her kids to get education from the renowned school in the town. She had to work very hard to pay for fees and get us good education. But as a Kid I was not that interested in studies and usually got a just pass. I felt I had only that much capabilities and always aimed only for a B grade. During my 9th standard I had lost interest in studies as I was finding it very difficult to follow the lessons taught in school because of some problem in my vision. Tenth standard came and I started performing very badly. During the half yearly exams I had failed in most of the subjects and in Mathematics I had got very low marks. So my mom put me in a Mathematics Tuition. I joined tuition in January at a very late stage. That is when I met Meena Miss.
    She used to be very kind to me. She helped me to understand Mathematics. I liked the way she treated everyone in the tuition. Until then I have seen teachers who only focus on the students who perform well and groom them. For students who don’t study well they normally taught them with old question papers and tried to make them pass. But Meena miss was quite different. She had spent equal time with each of us and always encouraged us to solve the problems. When the first revision papers were distributed the Mathematics teacher and the entire class was shocked to see me securing a 97% in my mathematics paper. I myself couldn’t believe it. Then on I started believing that I too could do well. From then on until my twelfth standard I never had any difficulty in learning mathematics and I was the class topper. I feel that it was her passion and commitment towards teaching which made students like us to perform well. She first believed that we could do well. Secondly she taught the subject well and made sure that every one of her student understood it. Thirdly she treated everyone of us equally. She would give special attention when students didn’t perform well. I find that missing in many of the teachers whom I have seen. Never has she scolded us or complaint about our abilities to understand quickly.
    I must thank Cognizant for helping me meet the other two great mentors in my life. I was a person who was very less confident on my own abilities. Though I got through my written exams and interview and came into Cognizant. I didn’t have any belief on what I could do. I felt too inferior when I started interacting with my batch mates. Every one of them were toppers from their college, very bold, confident & outgoing individuals. I was a very shy person and was not quite comfortable to interact with them. My first project assignment was on for a year. I was not a quick learner and hence took time to learn and felt very shy in reaching out to someone for any help. It was during my second assignment I met Mr.Swami (Our project Manager). In a short time he understood my shyness to interact with team. He helped me to interact with the team and made me feel comfortable. Work was going on without any major issues. But I had several other problems also: I was not quite confident on my technical capabilities and I always felt what I couldn’t contribute much. There were 5 of us of the same peer group in our team but never did he complaint on our performance by comparing ourselves with our peers. He had worked on an individual level with each one of our team members to understand their problem and help them deliver well.

    Then comes Mr.Rajesh (Project Manger). He is also one of a kind person. Who had many common characteristics shared with Mr.Swami: He mentored and groomed the team members , Instilled them the confidence that they could do well , Encouraged them, made sure the team spent time together. It was almost a second family for us. They encouraged us to stay united as team. (team spirit). They always took an additional effort and gave us their time and advices when each of us needed it the most.
    Later when I was reading through many self development &Management books I could relate most of them with my mentors. I learnt great values of commitment, team spirit(oneness within the team), delivering with perfection, being flexible, Helping others both professionally and personally. Though it is quiet difficult to follow these qualities at all times with different people groups. I just think of my two mentors and just keep going in my own style. I am glad that I have already started creating a difference at my work place by following the values that learnt from my mentors.
    Thank you Miss Meena, Swami and Rajesh for the difference that you have created in my life. Students spend most of the time with the teachers/mentors. Hence they have great power to touch and transform the life of any individual.

  15. I was just a good for nothing, ever fearing, inferiority complexed, lazy introvert garbage. But if this garbage is redeisgned to a some what useful social activist its because of the designers, my teachers. I can confidently say that inspite of all the untidy start I was always a good student because God had blessed me just with good teachers. By completing my schooling in switching between 7 schools from PreKG to +12 and two more colleges, I suppose I have every authority to say that I never found any bad teachers. Everybody made a very good impact. When someone taught me how to someone else taught me how not to. With the typical Indian mentality me and my parents would have thought that I am going to school to study well and my teachers are just to help me earn good marks. Thanks to my KG teachers who broke the conception and taught me the that teachers are much bigger, right from the begining.

    I suppose I was doing my 1st standard and my brother was doing his LKG in Holy cross matriculation school, valasarawakkam. Our correspondant was our pricipal too who cares so much about us and his wife was also equally caring for the students. We used to call her HM. I used to take lunch with my brother near the play ground. I had the huge responsibility of taking care of him inside the school campus ….. my mom’s order. I am usually generous enough to give time to my stomach to start digestion before I could even finish eating. But people always mistake it and call me a slow eater.

    Even that day’s lunch was such an occasion of my generousity and my brother dutifully mimiced me on that day. Our school mates finished their lunch in the meanwhile and got busy with the routine duty of “running and catching” in the sandy playground. There were kids playing everywhere and it was so confusing to find out who is playing with whom. At times a student used to catch friend who is playing someother game with some other team. Yet it was all fun. I played the major role, the great spectator for everybody. Thanks to my slow eating …err … oops .. generosity.

    Suddenly a boy, a runner, from no where, springing from a tree branch and started running towards me. There was another boy, the catcher, who was speeding up to catch him from the side and was running towards a tree behind me. The runner immediately spotted the plot and applied his speed brakes just before me with a big screeeeeech!! The laws of newton was actually out of syllabus for my standard but, nevertheless, the laws never cared. The runner was successful in two things. Firstly in stopping before he catcher could reach him and dodged him. Secondly, in gushing a pile of sand towards me and my brother. It just left me wondering why my delicious home prepared curd rice tasted like sand. It took me ahilw to understand that the pile of sand sent towards us found refuge in our open lunch boxes. I look up just to find that brother’s condition was no better. There is a popular phrase in tamil called “putting sand in one’s food”, but the guy literally did it. Suddenly my sense of responsibility shook me informing that my brother will go hungry too without food. I was helpless.

    Lucky for us God was with us and he had left a gaurdian angel to watch over us. The angel was none other than our HM. She was quietly witnessing everything from behind a pillar. The moment she found us in the pathetic situation she stepped out and gave an simple look towards the boy. The next moment the entire playground was left with an eerring silence and invariably everybody left to the class rooms. Our HM affectionately took us inside the principal’s room and started making arrangements for our lunch. In a short while plates arrived inside the Princi’s cabin, our class eachers were informed that we would be late for the afternoon classes, there was a tiffin carrier opened and each section of it with Rice, Sambar, Rasam, curd etc was place before us. My HM was watching over while our aaya was serving to us as though we were two big VIPs. My LKG brother went to the extend of asking for ghee for the rice, which my HM replied with a big laugh and our aaya duly acompanied her. In the end she enquired if the food was good and if it was enough. If happilied gave back a “Yess Miss” with a smile which reflected in her face too. My broter threw a bigger smile. The food was really delicious and captivating. But more captivating were the kind and affectionate look of my HM who almost resembled my granny at that time.

    For the next two days I was wondering which was the hotel where my HM would have ordered for such a tasty food which arrived almost instantly to school. The third day our school aaya found us going to lunch. She sttod in the corridor for us to reach her affectionately inquired about our well being. She fondly adviced us not have lunch near the play ground. She added with a laugh that if we do so our HM might have to forego one more lunch. The truth struck me just then. The food was never ordered from any hotel, forthere was no good hotel in the vicinity. Our HM infact have given up her own lunch for us. Earlier I have seen such an act of kindness only from my mom and dad. she obsolutely had no necessity to give all the food to the two of us. She could have atleast reserved something for her or could have ordered something for us from a cheap hotel. She even avoid outside food, which will leave her go fasting if she gave up her lunch for us. but she never minded and all the more she never even showed a stint of it in her face. Moreover, she was very happy like a mother, to see us eating. I wondered if we all had one more mother at school. This permanently rose the high of respect I had for teachers and I started looking at my teachers as my mother herself. This incident was the image that struck in my mind when, later in my college, I came across a proverb,”Parents are the first teachers and teachers are the second parents”. I humbly bow before her for the mark she had made in me.

  16. Thanks for the Everest team to bring this contest. I take this opportunity to share my experience about wonderful school life of mine :)
    For everyone their school life is the best moment, yes even for me too. I miss my school friends, Play grounds, chit chat and wonderful teachers now, but as we all know “A happy memory is a hiding place for “unforgotten treasures””
    A teacher can make or break an individual. Yes I too agree!!! Before our schooling we are like a rock but teacher are making us as sculptures, now we all are in good position have no time for nothing, but no matter what you should always think about your teacher. Next to your mom the love and affection which you get is always from a teacher which is true and pure. Some may be strict but it is all for good ending :)
    I still remember my teacher “Saraswathi” who will not make us to read through the books but she will make every lines from the book relating to some present situation that makes you to think to grow higher!! Best example- It was From English chapter, “Sorry bad memory not exactly know the chapter name” she said the meaning of the text and related with Abdulkalam lines “Dream Dream Dream!!! Dream comes to thought, thought comes to Action “Wonderful lines still I dream many things not only as dream but work hard to bring that to Action!!! I am very much happy now even I am not in very high people list but happy for what I am now. Now I am able to speak and write English is all because of her Thanks you so very much to my teacher who made me in to sculpture now :)
    As I said before I too have a bad experience with teacher who really break my heart when I am young. In school, sometimes we have crossed the deadline of paying fees. Parents doesn’t know what treatment we are getting in school if we are in defaulter list Teachers should always treat equally but in my school( I don’t want to mention the name of the school) the defaulters will be standing outside for the whole day not only the day till they pay their fees they are treated as untouchable. Fees cannot judge the people character but in my school “Not paying fees will always in bad books of teacher” Whatever we do they will think that we are not worth doing it This treatment is for all standards as I was doing 9th I can understand the situation of family as well as school but the small kids they cannot think as much we do so they stop coming to school, here there complete growth get spoiled. Teacher should know how to treat the children’s equally. That makes be to feel bad  but as I said everything is for successful ending. I guess now that school has a better treatment. Break or make only teacher can do it
    This is dedicated to all teachers!! Thanks

  17. My Maths Sir
    If there is one thing that I love most, it’s Mathematics. So whenever I sit down to help one of my nephews or neighbor’s kid with their arithmetic, I will always ask myself how would have Gopakumar sir helped out. Whenever I think of school, it’s not only the friends, activities or prizes that I remember first, it is one school teacher ,who taught me when I was at 6th and 7th grade, that comes to my mind. He was not only a teacher of the school; he also was a student of the school.
    Whenever the bell used to ring for Math period, we students always waited eagerly to see his tall lean figure clad in handloom cotton shirt and dhoti stride into our class. Usually he will be holding onto a few pieces of chalk; but if he has his one meter long scale and wooden compass we all know its geometry he is going to teach. Sometimes he will have a small bag or box with him, and then we students will all be eager because we are very sure that he is going to gift one of us for good performance and marks.
    Most teachers resorted to scolding and sometimes beatings with the cane whenever we misbehaved. But if Gopakumar Sir asks us to show our palm out, it will never be marked with an ugly rash of the cane, he will hand us a candy or chalk piece. IF Sir came to our class when it’s a free period, it was with enthusiasm and joy that we welcomed him. He will never neglect a single student in his class. If he sees anyone struggling with a problem, he would sit beside the student and patiently help him/her out with it. There were never poor students in his class. We were all his good students.
    There is one incident that I vividly remember till this day. It was lunch break and we all were playing inside the class. One boy Riyas was running and in excitement he jumped and stamped on the whitewashed wall. That moment Gopakumar Sir was passing by and seeing this he entered the class. We all stopped whatever we were doing as we saw the anger cloud his brow as he saw the brown footprint that Riyas had made on the wall.
    With a shaking voice Gopakumar sir silently asked- “How would you feel if someone stamps their foot on the wall of your home?” His question was answered with dead silence. Sir then took one chalk and scribbled on the black board. He then wiped the board with his hand and asked Riyas to come forward. Whatever happened after that is like slow motion. We all closed our eyes as we heard Sir slap Riyas. Riyas’s cheek was marked with four smears of white chalk. With suppressed anger Sir told-“I want to see that mark on your face for the rest of the day else you will suffer the consequences.”
    Saying this Sir walked out of the class. I stole a glance at his face as he passed by me and I was pretty sure I saw tears in his eyes. Riyas was crying, yet none of us knew how to console him. We were shocked and speechless.That was the first and last time we ever saw Sir beat a student. The hour after break was Math yet we saw no sign of Sir. On the next period he came. None of us dared to look at his face. It was with a grave note that the class started. Two minutes into the class Sir took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped out the chalk mark from Riyas’s face. And with bowed head he apologized to Riyas.
    Including Riyas, we all knew who made the mistake, yet Sir chose to apologize. Tears welled up in my eyes. That day I didn’t see my Math Sir. I saw a student who loved his school, a teacher who cherished his students, a man who respected his fellowmen and a Great man who only knew how to give and forgive. On that one day I learnt the most valuable lesson, ”Condemn the sin not the sinner.”

    Thank you Sir!! (Gopakumar Sir of ASMM Higher Secondary School,Alathur,Palakkad)

  18. Theme: Teachers make or break story
    ‘A Collection of episodes which touched my soul’

    It was in the year 1999 when I was in 5th standard; I had a Hindi teacher named Dhananjeyan. A very sweet and caring sir he was. He was in charge for a dance program for that year’s annual day and he selected around 6 -7 from my class including me to be part of it. We were taught to dance for a Lord Krishna’s song and the practice went on for almost 2 weeks. I loved to dance and that was the first opportunity I got to dance in school and was extremely excited about it. On the day of the event, (which was in the evening) I took the dress costume in my hand and went for the final practice of the day. Choreographing the whole song was not done because our teacher was extremely busy with other works. So on that day of the event during the final practice sir asked me why I was not in dance costume and I said I have it with me because mom said me not to wear it from home as it may get spoilt. While I was replying to him, I stopped dancing and I didn’t know from which step I had to continue and was staring at everyone. Sir said me “You forgot so you don’t have to dance today”. I was extremely upset and hurt. That day during the event everyone danced for the half song and simply kept standing for the rest (some repeated the same step till the end). I felt insulted but I escaped a public insult. And then it took me 3 years to start dancing again.

    I loved cricket then (I still do) and we had P.T (play time) written exam back in 2000 (6th std). I had prepared well but kept forgetting what Yorker meant in cricket. And it was Venkatesh sir (Hindi) who explained it to me just before the exam in the corridor with action and it is still so clear to me.

    My history teacher (Varalakshmi) who not just gave me 10 out of 10 for my assignment but also gave special comments for the drawings I had done in the first page (where we write the name and roll number). Her comments made me to be one of the finalists in Dinamalar drawing competition conducted for school children then.

    I had a very bad handwriting (could be called as the worst) and on my 1st day in school (7th std – Chennai), my history madam (Kalaichelvi) said “I saw a paper in which a person had written as if he was travelling in a bus on a village road. Now who is this Karthik?” And there was no Karthik in my class but me. She couldn’t even read my name. I slowly got up and she replied “Girl? A girl with such a worst handwriting?”. It was humiliating but it had made me to spend time to write properly using a 4 ruled note book for years (I practiced till I finished engineering).

    Though my second language for years was Hindi, I didn’t know to speak even one sentence properly in Hindi. It was due to complex but I did know the language well and I was one of the top scorers in the subject. In 2004, there was an event conducted in my school and it involved a Hindi elocution competition. One of my Hindi teachers (Nilofer) enrolled me in that competition without my knowledge and it was Minnal Kodi Ji (another Hindi madam) who saved me from public humiliation. She is someone I will never forget in my life.

    I used to be extremely silent and my English teacher (Sarada Kottiyan) complaint to my mom that I was extremely silent in the class and she sometimes felt that I was never there and those words changed me to become an extrovert.

    I had sinus infected and I used to have cold at – least 6 months. We had sports day in which the whole school had to participate and it included practicing in the ground at noon. Every year once the sports day was over I used to suffer very badly (had issues with breathing due to pollution, sinus issue, sweating all day and sun) and would have to use nasal spray for few months. So in 2005, my parents had me strictly not to participate in sports day. But I was very afraid to tell any teacher and so kept quiet. One day I almost fainted during one practice and then my friends pushed me to inform our vice principal. After one week I went to her room to inform her that I was not well and while I was telling I coughed in between (I used to cough for minutes together because of phlegm in the chest but as I was in front of the vice principal I tried to control my best but I just couldn’t) and my madam (Manju Lalitha) replied me back “even I can cough and show you now go and join the crowd for practice” – an incident which still makes me cry.

    In 2006 (during my 12th std), I was absent to school for one day (I had been absent to the school only 8 days in the past 6 years) for my sister’s marriage and I went to my vice principal’s room (Reita John) to get my leave letter signed the next day and she shouted at me for half an hour (I still have no idea why) and she asked me to bring my parents. I was shocked and when I came out my class teacher (Girija) said “it is ok you go I’ll take care. She doesn’t know about you. Many people lie and take leave so we send only such people to her room to get sign.” I never knew that, all my classmates went to her room to get the leave letter signed and so I did.

    Some teachers (like Narayanan sir who practically caught my hand and taught me each problem in 11th and 12th and made me get a good score in Math) were very helpful and friendly in my life while some had hurt me a lot. They made me a person who would not break and to fight back hard to prove the world. And thus when I look back now, all I want to tell all these teachers is ‘very big thanks’ because what they did and taught molded me and made me strong and become a person as I’m now.

  19. THEME: TEACHER MAKE OR BREAK STORY CONTEST
    Hi friends I want to share this story in this contest. This is a story not about my school teachers but my music teachers who are also teachers for me.
    “The best teacher is the one who suggests rather than dogmatizes, and inspires his listener with the wish to teach himself”
    This story dates back to January 2010 when I got back from my ship and will be staying a year over here for my exams. I just do not want to waste my time and so thought of learning music, especially guitar which I am interested in.
    So I approached a music class in my place wish to mention my place that is mkb nagar vyasarpadi. It is a place in north Chennai which many would not know. So I approached the classes and joined it.
    When I first joined I was the eldest person there and so would just go play my part and come back, this was my daily routine. I did not know about all the other persons learning there. Slowly I started to get to know about the insights about the class and started getting interest in music and playing guitar.
    The main thing here is the music class is handled by a couple who are my gurus who take care of all the things there. They are well versed in all types of music instruments and and also classical dance. The main thing here I wanna say is in our side classical music and all people rarely know the importance and value but still the couple decided to do it there and have been doing it for the past eleven years.
    I used to daily go and play and seeing my interest my master made me play on stage in the annual music program. I played a film song and I was very happy to have played in front of such a big crowd. When I was practising the song I did not know how to play it or play with a timing, my friends used to get tensed on me but since I was the eldest they did not say anything in front of me they used to go and complain to my master that I do not know anything about music. But my master said surely he will improve. These all I came to know recently only just a few days back.
    After playing that song my master encouraged me to a lot to perform in many programs and I slowly started developing my skills in music and started to perform in stages and programs of all types. He gave me the confidence in my life that I can achieve if I think irrespective of the age or any obstacles we have but the only thing we need is confidence and the thirst to do it.
    He is a very talented person and a double gold medalist in veena and also his wife also the same. They can very well have established well if they could have gone to a better place but still they wanna do it in a place where it’s not available and prove that music can reach anywhere. Their dedication and attitude towards music is inspiring to me.
    My life totally changed in these two years of learning music with them. The way I see life has totally changed. I learned a person can live like this also from them only and I try to follow their footsteps and am slowly going in that path. One main thing I learnt nothing is impossible in this world and money is not the only thing important in life. They are the persons who have changed my total life style and made me feel me a better human now.
    Everybody thinks service has a different meaning but according to me what he is doing is also a great service. He is making god humans by good music. This is what I feel.
    I do not know wether this story will win or not but I am really happy to share this story to let know all about my teachers.
    “Jai hind”

  20. BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE WITH THE TOUCH OF TWO ANGELS!!
    It was a sunny afternoon; I was standing and observing a trail of black ants which steadily made its way to our lunch baskets. I was so occupied I didn’t realize that the class became suddenly silent and my math’s teacher was looking at me. A direct hit on my head with a big chalk brought me back to the reality ‘owwwww’ it did hurt a lot. My math’s teacher roared “you must pay attention to the class you knuckle head; I made you stand outside for punishment not for sightseeing. Oh my god I have never seen a buddhu like you”

    Right from my fourth standard how many times had I heard her tell “pay attention knuckle head”. Even now after completing MBA I neither could differentiate was math’s my biggest enemy or her? Nor could answer the million dollar question I hate maths because I couldn’t crack it or she cracked my confidence? It is so strange that after 3 years of pure misery I forgot her name. I nick named her as “mother in law” because she kept yelling at me.

    I was told “for every devil that puts you in trouble there is an angel who rescues you” in my case I was lucky to have two angels. The first angel of constant patience and love is my language teacher Mrs. Victoria, the second angel of hope and motivation is my English teacher Mrs. Arunima Gupta.

    6th standard was a tough time for me because I changed my language from Hindi to Tamil due to my dad’s request and also hoping that change of section I would have a different math’s teacher. Like always bad luck kicked me hard I still got “mother in law” as my math’s teacher. I had to battle out with a new language and still struggle with maths. I dreaded going to school.

    When I got 3 out of 100 in Tamil test I was made the laughing stock of the whole staff room and class by my math’s teacher. I ran out crying to the terrace and I hid behind one of the flower pots. It was my angel, Tamil teacher Mrs. Victoria who found me. She dragged me down and said even if people laugh at you, you must not hide; you must face them and walk with your head high. I wiped my tears and went back to my class.

    From then the tuition started, she taught me from the beginning, all letters, words, meanings, pronunciation. She taught me to write by holding my hands. She made me join Carnatic music class. In no time I was not only a part of Tamil debate club but I was singing as well. I regained my lost confidence.

    The year ended with me scraping meager marks in math’s and topped in English and Tamil. The annual day came; it is a weeklong fest wherein lots of competitions are held. I usually take a back seat with a bag of munchies and watch. I dread this time of the year usually because of two reasons

    1. My parents do not allow me to participate in anything apart from academics ( but I usually do participate and hide the certificates in the ward robe and finally get caught when mum cleans it and get grounded for the rest of the month)
    2. I haven’t been a part of cultural club because my math’s teacher was the in charge so I was literally kicked out telling I was a good for nothing

    I am a natural in English class and hence the obvious lead in English plays. It was then my second angel, my English teacher Mrs. Arunima noticed that I do dance. She made me sure that I participated in everything that I am good at. Some including my math’s teacher mocked at me telling what this clumsy buddhu is going to do. I surprised everybody including myself by not only participating but also winning in most events. Who would’ve thought that my ‘thirsty crow’ junk art and ‘made in India’ dance would fetch me first prize? I still remember how I stood petrified of the crowd staring at me; I just kept blinking at everyone even as the music for my dance started. It was my English teacher who gestured me to go on and ignore the crowd, to smile and dance, to enjoy myself.

    I was able to do it because of the constant encouragement from both my lovable teachers. I did it because I didn’t want to let them and my friends down. They gave me their faith and I worked on it with all my heart, I over came all my fears. I gave them back my success. When there are few teachers like my math’s teacher who constantly demotivate or scare kids into their shells, there are teachers like my English and Tamil teachers who bring out the best in each child.

    If it is not for those two angels I would still be the clumsy, unsecure, ill mannered girl. I don’t know where they are and how they are now but I do wish to tell them I am still running on the fuel of faith they gave me. Whenever I am put into inferior situations I remember her words “even if people laugh at you, you must not hide, and you must face them and walk with your head high”.

    I wish every student is lucky enough like me to have inspiring teachers like you. I have got a message for teachers all over “you have a gift of reaching out, you have the ability to mould people, and you have the talent of making beautiful statues out of raw stone. Your words are more powerful than the most sacred mantra of all religion. Why not use it to lift someone rather than knock them down??? “

    LOVE EVER HURT NEVER – Divya. V (divyalakshmivijayan@gmail.com)

  21. Hello all, I am Niranjani; I take this opportunity to tell about the impact of teachers in my life during school days. Being the third daughter to my parents, I was unable to join a well reputed convent like my siblings did, as that school had a condition that says, ` many children from same family cannot study in the same school’. However that was a blessing in disguise, as I joined a better school than what they did. You will understand why I say this when u proceed reading. I joined a matriculation school named ‘Anita Methodist ’.
    Mrs.Venecia was my L.K.G teacher. She was the one who recognized the talent within me. I was given opportunity to participate in numerous competitions such as dance, play, art and oration too since my K.G and it is only because of her, as she was the one who gave me the first chance to perform. I have a photo album that contains lot of pictures of me participating and winning prizes in many activities, which now makes me ask myself “Oh! Niranjani were u capable of all these?!” I was not aware that I was in such a limelight in school unless I participated in Kidiac ’95. Can you imagine yourself on stage in front of five hundred and more spectators? Yes! I was six years old at that time, the entire crowd cheering me and I dint know for what, while I just did what my mother taught me and won the title ‘The first runner up’ for dance and fancy dress. The next day at school, I was given a chance to perform in the morning assembly, from then I had many fans at school, I was in Cloud nine. I can say the credit goes to Mrs.Venecia and my mother as at that age I never knew that I can do these, and it’s all because of their efforts.
    There are many more teachers who have played a vital role in molding me and I cannot mention just one. Another teacher is Mrs.Sarah, she was my class teacher in fourth grade. I was elected as the class leader but I was not aware of what I was supposed to do in that position; I used to just maintain the class silence during the absence of teacher, nothing much other than running errands. That’s the time when I knew what the word discipline referred.
    One day I had been called for a play practice by one of my teacher during lunch hour, I went to the particular venue that was informed. My class teacher had no idea about this; after the practice was over I came to my classroom. Mrs.Sarah was seated in her chair, while I was about to enter the class; “Excuse me miss” I requested and she questioned “Where were u so long?” with a voice full of anger. Still I haven’t realized what I have done, to be shouted at. “Don’t you know that you must seek my permission? Don’t dare to enter the class”, she yelled. Tears started running through my cheeks. I was made to stand outside for the rest of the period. I just obeyed with my mouth shut, neither able to give any explanation nor knowing that I was wrong. After the class was over she called me and politely told that academics and other extra-curricular skills are totally worthless if a person is not having manners. At that moment I did not know what she meant but I just obeyed, however now I feel the worth of her words.
    I was good in academics and I could still remember how my teachers used to teach me, I loved almost every subject as I never felt it difficult to memorize and understand what they taught, because they helped me to visualize the concepts. I was always encouraged to ask questions when I don’t understand .I believe the fact that, ‘A student’s affinity to the subject is directly proportional to the affinity towards the respective teacher’. However there was a day when I fell down from the benchmark I set for myself. It was during my tenth when I was ill; totally out of energy due to typhoid. Initially I was asked not to strain much but I gradually started skipping tests and was not doing what I was supposed to do, by giving my health reason as an excuse. Mrs. Joan Elango, my subject teacher, who knows me from my childhood, asked me to stop giving lame excuses and helped me come out of the nutshell. I felt ashamed for taking advantage of the care given to me and realized what I did was silly and was back with the bang. I dint experience pressure during my board exams, though I had routine tests and stuffs. The constant mentoring given by my teachers were stress busters.
    I feel overwhelmed to share that I was elected as ‘Minister for Entertainment’ who is solely responsible for inter school and intra school cultural activity during my eleventh standard. As a ‘double dhamaka’ I was also the President of Interact Club in the academic year 2005 to 2006 when Mr.George B. Cherian was the President of Rotary Club. I don’t know if I could have been so much cherished recognized and loved if I had joined any other school, as my school teachers were awesome not only in teaching but the way they handle the tiny ones and adolescents.
    I fall short of words to show how grateful I feel towards my school. It has taught me values of life more than just subjects. I can never forget my teachers who have taken so many efforts to teach beyond books. I pity some of the schools which have turned to be a factory that produces just high scores for getting into a Medical or an Engineering College. Thank God! I was not dumped into such factory; I might have lost my identity and creativity. I cherish my childhood days and I thank each and every teacher in my school for making the best out of me .Adding to this it’s my pleasure to give my first shot in story writing for this contest.

  22. Bhaskaran – My Childhood Hero – My Inspiration – A Genius. He came into my life while I was Studying 10th std. in a school near my hometown. I still remember the day when he started teaching Algebra by giving an intro about Diophantus, Father of Algebra. I got impressed by the way he explained the concepts and also his gestures while addressing the students. He will make the classroom very interesting to every student by relating the subject matter with the day-day life incidents. Often he will motivate us to become a Great People in this society and explains the importance of knowledge in our life. After joining tuition, I had the opportunity to spend more time with this genius. As days passed I fell into his stereotype. The way he spoke – The way he dressed – The way he hold the cigars with his left hand – His gestures, gadgets, lot & lot attracted me very much. I started following him, in each and every context. His words molded my life. I too became a Mathematician – achieved a lot in this field – got many rewards throughout the nation – got a good identity in this society. All credits go to My Guru. But now, counting my days as a Cancer Patient with the Cigars in my left hand.

    – A teacher can make or break an individual

  23. A letter from my treasure-trove!!!!!

    The on-coming one -after my brief introduction- is a beautiful letter ‘gifted’ by one of my dear students, by name, Shreshta.

    Shreshta loved me so much, for what reason I still don’t understand; To the extent, that once she had even fought with our Principal.. when I was held responsible for somebody’s error..during my class-teachership!!

    Being a Residential School, we always have an ‘Extra Edge Bonding’ with our Kiddos. Shreshta, for one, was even closer;She would share some of those woes that came as additional baggage with the dawn of adolescence!!

    Then, the struggle her family had faced during financial crunch, that’s what made her be away from her home-town..stay in a hostel..and be firmly grounded on her ambition of making it big in her Life!!!

    Though Shreshta hails from a remote town of Meghalaya, she was a Bengali by birth;-and this could be made out very well.. even without her telling;-Such was her artistic, multi-hued talent:

    *My gal could churn out excellent poetry on any topic under the Sun;

    *She could dance with an amazing vigor and vitality-her precise technicalities, on par any great classical dancer;

    *Her ‘charcoal-sketches’ were yet another black & white dimension of her’s!!

    *Again, her tall and lean structure had made her the captain of the inter-school girls’ basket-ball team;

    *Well! Come, any function I would be asked by our management, to take Shresta for the compeering-her diction was flawless..and her voice exactly, suiting the compeering needs: not too soft..not too vociferous..but a kind of Silky Smooth voice, that could just keep the audience spell-bound!!!!!
    And dears the best part is all this, alongside balancing her academic pursuits so beautifully!!

    Now….here’s the letter, which she gave me on the last day of her School-precisely, on their batches’ Farewell Day:-

    ”’Dear Ma’am,
    You wouldn’t know how much of impact you had created on me.
    Well, when everyone had asked me what I would want to become in the future- I would tell them, my Dreams of Emulating Kalpana Chawla!
    But, today, dear Ma’am, if the same question is asked, I would tell them that I would want to become a caring and loving teacher as Shammu ma’am. {that’s how the kids would call me..}

    Ma’am, do you remember, our first day?

    “Hey! Why do you look upset my gal,what happened?”

    “——–“
    {I gave you only blank stares until you coaxed me to part with the truth-I was home-sick}

    “Hey! Dear let me know your name..and also as to what’s bothering you dear??”

    ‘Shreshta…Shresta Saha..this is the first time I’m ever away from home..{so saying I broke down into sobs.}
    You comforted me and I can still recollect those words you told me, those two years back*….
    [*she joined us in High-School..ie. after her X in Meghalaya]

    “Shreshta, listen my gal- Jus’ imagine.. you are going to lead a classic life that not many would be accessible to;
    Your life amidst friends of your age, your cravings, your desires, your affection, your knowledge-all this amidst a set of zestful kids as you..

    -Dear, YOU are going to be sharing a matured and beautiful a space with them. Not just that, YOU have all the makings in you..of becoming a great friend to all of them..YOU have it in you, Shresta, to offer them a shoulder..to cheer them up when they are near a winning-post….and to console them when they are in a similar distress as you are now in..
    Shreshta dear, Why don’t you consider yourself- as to becoming a great ‘Role-Model Friend’…for all of the generations of the students,to ever come here!!!!”

    That conversation just changed my mentality and also did help me bring out the gregarious soul in me, shining!!
    Ma’am, thereafter there was no looking back!!
    Your counseling when I got myself into deep trouble with one of my class-mates, ————————————, saved me from ‘further disgrace’.

    Dear Ma’am, today, I proudly step out of our School-Campus as the ‘School Pupil Leader’, who has discharged her duties to the best of her efforts!
    -It’s all due to you ma’am. Thank you so much for your love…
    Love you loadzz Ma’am,
    I know YOU WILL BE THERE FOR ME FOREVER.
    Your kiddo,
    Shreshta, the Smileey as you would love callin me”’

    So, that one was from my treasure-trove….the reading of which..keeps me rejuvenated and tells me that every other day I could be meeting so many Shrestas..who might need me!!!!
    {In fact I need to thank you dearest my gal for giving me this rejuvenating tonic that till date serves as a tonic and keeps me going.}

  24. MY TEACHER – SUJIT RANJAN DAS

    The face left earth 32 years back. But it still smiles, gestures, talks in my mind even today, his words resonate fresh – as if he is still among us! That was my teacher – Sujit Ranjan Das, in the Boys Higher Secondary School at Khowai in the north eastern state of Tripura. He expired in 1980 but his affection was so touching that my eyes still get moist whenever I remember his face, his knowledge and brilliance was so superlative that it still captivates me with awe as it did 35 years back, his sincerity was so visible that it becomes vivid in the eyes even after so many years. And, I and many of his other students continue to cherish the overpowering determination that one day we shall definitely start a Trust or Project or Chair or Prize in his memory. He was such a teacher, who created a desire in my young mind to be a sincere but unassuming, brilliant yet humble, friendly and yet not frivolous, simple as well as subtle. He taught us Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics but he taught us these virtues also by his behavior, interactions in a subtle way though not in explicit words. Thus his teachings never remained confined to subjects, books and syllabus – it transcended beyond in very subtle way to make us good human beings. We never realized at that time how he gradually became our mentor, role model and at the same time, a close friend. But he indeed became so. And in what a towering scale! We dared, and actually craved, to tell him our needs and feelings – and he was always for us. Not that he spoiled us with support always; sometimes he corrected us too. But when he corrected us, he used to say only a few words – and that was so powerful and magnetic that it had a deep effect on us. We turned very eager to correct ourselves and also wanted very desperately that our corrected state attracts his attention and he says a word or two of appreciation!
    He joined our school in 1975, when I was in Class – IX. A man of about 25 years age, 5 ft. 4 inches or so height, always coming with the same white shirt and black trousers, curly hair, reticent and soft-spoken. He went to take our physical science class and what a class! The bunch of chirpy, naughty boys became spellbound within a few minutes of his opening the class. He showed us the beauty of chemistry; he showed us how to make merry with Maths and also, how to play with physics. He was from a very poor family and he was the only earning member. In Class – X, I used to go to his house to take tuition for Maths and Science for 3 months before Board exam. I saw his poverty (at that time the salary of a teacher was about Rs. 400/- only) and also, his equanimity at that. I was the first boy in the class and he expected me to do well in the Board exam. There were two other boys taking tuition with me and they used to gossip at every available opportunity and wanted Sir to solve every single problem for them. I was also getting entangled in their design and one day Sir told me, “That style is not for you. You practice at home and come to me only if there is anything you are unable to solve, get it done and leave immediately. Don’t waste time here”. So affection and power were there in those words that I changed forever and I remember those till this day.
    When I was in Higher Secondary classes, he used to reach us Chemistry and I was spellbound to see how beautifully he taught organic chemistry. The bond structures of organic compounds became music notations at his hands and they fell in place in such synchronization! Chemistry became a beautiful girl in our adolescent eyes and we fell in love with this beauty! It was at this time that I learnt that when Sir was a student of Chemistry honours at MBB College in Agartala, he used to give private tuition to a 1st year student when he was in 2nd year, to a 2nd year student when he was in 3rd year and seeing his extraordinary brilliance and yet extreme poverty, his teachers arranged free stay in hostel by persuading hostel office-bearers. I have never actually seen such a genius. He was, is and shall remain the ultimate of a teacher for me.
    He was a leading Bengali poet of Tripura of that time. We had a school magazine, “KORAK” (bud). He was teacher-in-charge and I was the editor for 2 years. I was deeply influenced by his dedication, how easily mastery over literature came to him and how a teacher should interact with students in such creative projects so that creativity flourishes, spontaneity nourishes and hesitation perishes. He used to write with black ink in a “Wing Sung” ink-pen and his handwriting was so beautiful that it looked like calligraphy!
    This beautiful creation of God Almighty left for his heavenly abode at the age of about 30 years only. But the face still smiles. And brings smiles in my face too! I unknowingly end up feeling a desire to be a man like him. And I finally end up realizing, in this maddening and unending passage of life and death of billions of humans, a man’s life is successful only when other people continue feeling like me for that man in this very way! With this sustained feeling, reverberating always, he is still teaching me – to be and remain a good human being.

  25. Precepts to break

    Perhaps it was my love for vigor, that drove me to leave my school of ten years. The place whose corners and corridors were known to me like rhythms to a maestro. Yet I left it.

    And this cavalier attitude was the thing that landed me half an hour late on the very first day of my new school. Thus getting stamped by the principle, with my very first step towards him; as he kept staring at me with a frown. Later I came to know that it was his default settings. Pause at this point, for I must admit one thing. My family comes from a strict science background. So by implication, no one had ever enjoyed or endured anything else apart from science. Often, my father would say “Mumpi, there is no future in anything else other than science”. And the scared chicken as I was in front of him, quite a paradox though for others to gulp, I would never dare to profess my love for anything else other than hardcore calculations, confusing formulas and mind boggling theorems. Let alone the anatomy of a microscopic unicell! Any ways, getting back to the story, so my 1st period of the 1st day began with the ever predictable intro and the weekly routine. Three literature books for science students, my instant reaction was “What would happen to the arts guys”! But to my surprise, the whole week passed without a single colloquy of the English dramas. People would whisper “Thank God she’s sick. Else another hellish year for us”. Dear God, what could anyone possibly do to attain such levels of fame! And it didn’t take long for my fragile curiosity to be dispersed. The coming week saw the arrival of this roundish, middle aged woman; whose voice could be easily placed at that edge of femininity beyond which shall fall the lowest level of masculinity.

    In that masculine voice only, started our journey with Dickens’ Great Expectations. The ensuing days brought many things to my discerning. Her recitals fell like pure melody to my ears. Hearing her, I would submerge into my own world of fantasy, seeing Biddy shedding silent tears at the portico as Pip professed his insatiable love for Estella. But her vigilant and aggressive walks across the room, scanning each and every of her pupil’s level of concentration, couldn’t help but dissolve my hypnotic state. And that was the flip side of her character, a ruthless critic, squeezing out even the slightest of happiness for the tinniest of blemishes. It made me realize one thing. Truly, no good thing in this world comes free of cost. Nevertheless, her absence which was once a week, became more frequent now. And as the half-yearly got over, days went by without a single sight of those fearsome, protruding eyes and that masculine voice. Then suddenly one day, a new teacher came. Again the autumns that bloomed in me, started falling into winters. I could never connect to Pip or Biddy like that again. Slowly, I was consumed by my father’s first love; smothering my own for the sake of family traditions. And like that, another stupendous year passed by ending with the time of college admissions.

    I know not what thought occurred to me, but I decided to visit her once. It was a morose house, I must say, with shadowy interiors. And the roundish woman had grown way far pale. The eyes were still protruding but only the sockets were apparent now. I told her about my latent love. We talked of many things, life, poetry, romanticism, fiction; many more. And like that, the hands of the clock rolled three more hours from the day. And it was time for me to leave. I asked her to recite something. And she chose Ode to a Nightingale.

    “Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
    To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
    Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
    As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.”

    I was kept breathless for those few moments. No tears fell while leaving, yet she just said “your future is in your hands” while bestowing that book upon me.

    I never gave a second thought after that about pursuing my love as my life. My family off course, never quiet applauded the notion. Yet as confident a person as I was, someone simply lifted me with enough courage, to live this essence without a single feeling of dissent. I don’t know whether she still survives or not. But she still lives in my thoughts, my dreams, and every piece of my writings, cause she freed me.

  26. When I was a small child, around 8 years old, I was very reticient. Once in a blue moon, I would muster up the courage to particapate in extra-curricular activities. I was encouraged to work towards my weaknesses. I love to dance. Once, there was a dancing competition in my school. I believe in spontaneous dancing and hadn’t prepared before hand.We were told to keep the song ready to be played, so that the cassette would not have to be rewinded and forwarded again and again,during the show. I was prepared for the day. The day of the competition arrived. It was my turn. The cassette was put into the music system. Strangely,the cassette did not play the song, I had to dance on. The teacher, Ms.Avnita,asked me “Rewind or forward?” I had no clue what to do. The cassette was playing all the songs except the one I had to dance on. The teacher lost her cool.She shouted at me infront of the whole audience. “Couldn’t you do it before?”She added, “How much time is getting wasted!” More harsh words were spoken and the confidence of a shy child was crippled. A small child like me,felt humiliated. Being shouted at infront of everyone, was difficult to digest. I,owing to my nature,didn’t speak a word. Finally,the song I had to dance on,played. That day, I danced but without passion and happiness. For me, dance is an expression of joy. But that day, dancing seemed like a burden. I danced,but without enthusiasm. This incident, somewhere inside me, instilled a fear. To conquer this fear, I didn’t miss a single opportunity when I had to dance. When passion is greater than fear, you can be your own natural self. With time, that is what I have learnt to be, whenever I dance in public. My goal became to erase the fear inside me. Had such an incident not happened, I would have never thought of erasing the fear inside me. Whatever happens, a teacher shouldn’t use means that hurt the child. The effect could have been opposite. Small children are delicate. They need to be taught the right things,the right way. Screaming is not a solution to all problems. They should recognise the flaws of a child and should tell it to him/her in person. They should also help them to correct the flaws. Also, they definitely should not let someone’s fear and sadness overcome their passion. The teacher should live up to the expectations of her students as a mother figure.

  27. It all started in my 10th class summer holidays as everyone seems to be busy with their schedules and plans to be performed in holidays. As a newly born bird fly away from the nest for the first time some of my friends flew over their relatives home in the same manner. The rest joined in different courses to brush up some of their hidden skills, and some joined in different courses, they haven’t come across earlier. Basically i belong to this mentioned category of joining a new course that i haven’t come across before. This made me to take up English speaking course. For this i felt “EVA SPOKEN ENGLISH” institute will be a right platform for me to learn and to explore English.”SPEAK ENGLISH AND THE WORLD WILL BE YOURS” is the main motto that EVA had made me to go forward and the man who architected this wonderful institution is my English teacher RAVI, who became an inspiration in my life.

    The coaching went on like a rising tide without constraints. Finally there is a need of rest to rising tide and it happened in a way that the coaching has come to an end. Everyone enjoyed this coaching and wanted to continue the same enjoyment even after the coaching is completed so everyone planned to have a tour. Some planned to go to Bangalore, Hyderabad, vizag and some planned to ooty which is considered to be one of the heavenly places in India.Finally there was no proper consensus among us regarding our tour. Usually any institute prefers to have a tour on these places even if we prefer to go to these places then i could have not written this story.That moment my english sir had stepped into the class with a new plan of a tour to different place.

    As he was a doyen personality in the institute everyone turned up to listen to his plan. He have mentioned that he would be taking us to a place where we can enjoy and even the others can enjoy, this made us to think in what way the others could enjoy and finally he have mentioned that he is taking us to an orphanage. This made us to feel somewhat awkward but finally he has cajoled us to his tour proposal to orphanage. Actually to be frank i haven’t visited to an orphanage till then but it was the first day that i have stepped into an orphanage and felt like a great temple on this earth. We met a huge number of kids in the orphanage and the fiddle and the hug given by them made me to feel like top of the world.After that we have distributed old clothes, rice, money and food items and other things that we have bought with us. After that the prayer that had taken place in the orphanage had filled our eyes with tears.

    Later the prayer in the orphanage was a harmonious one with act of true living in this world. The benign smile of the orphans made us to think that what we come across our problems in life are not problems but they are the situations that we can’t handle of it. At the end of the day the kids in the orphanage tightly locked us with their caring hands asking us to stay with them. This made us to take an oath regarding our visit to the orphanage atleast once in a year. That moment a seed of service to the needy persons has been sprouted in my heart. This act became my real life aim.

    My main motto is to organize camps in school level and then to college level but NSS has been granted as platform to serve only in some schools and the rest of the schools rely on academics only. My intention is to organize camps and bring awareness among people and this interest became my aim and made me to start a group called “V4 mankind” in facebook and had taken different members to this group with an object of serving.I have added more number of persons who have the interest of serving and motivated others to join in this. Finally we had our first v4 mankind group camp held in tirupati on 5th and 6th of this month.This was a big success with all my friends joined us and even i am very happy we got a help from HELPING HEARTS which is a working social service organization that helped us in making a good event.

    “A SINGLE DROP CAN MAKE A CHANGE TO THE ENTIRE OCEAN” in the same way a single orphanage tour had changed my life. For this i would like to thank my sir Mr. Ravi (EVA SPOKEN ENGLISH INSTITIUTE, Adoni, Kurnool (Dist), Andhra Pradesh) who has been an indomitable spirit of my life. Thank you so much sir for turning me into a responsible citizen of this society.

    My sincere thanks to EVEREST SERVE INDIA team for giving me a right platform to express my views. I hope a better support from your team in future to take my aim to the peaks.

    From:

    Uday Kiran.E

    SCSVMV Deemed University,

    Enathur,

    Kancheepuram,

    Tamil Nadu.

  28. Ma’m – You mean a lot to me !

    School life was always beautiful, filled with joy and fun except for the days when your exam papers are distributed. I could still clearly remember the day.. It was our Geography sir Mr.Govindarajan’s period. As usual we enjoyed most of our time chit-chatting in whispers and our discussion would be on all topics under the sun. It was a thrill to be mischievous without being caught. But the entire world believed that it was the biggest crime, as we were treated like, we were on a mission to Mars. Everyone’s full attention was on us wherever we were, even at home. All the decisions that my parents made, no matter if it was a vacation plan or a visit to the tailor shop, would involve our opinion and our schedule. You would wonder what we were doing. Huh.. We had just entered 10th std and the world made us feel like the ISRO scientists working hard to launch missile into the sky!
    That day in Geography class, we were discussing on the slip-tests (we call our monthly tests that way) that just got over. At times we would always feel that term-exams like quarterly and half-yearly were far better than the slip tests. A typical feel of difference between a caesarean and normal delivery. Wondering why? After the term exams we would have 10 days holidays and the anticipation to receive the papers we had performed well and the pain to face the staffs were we had done our worse, were already fixed to the school re-opening day just like the expectant mom who had fixed her date to perform caesarean. Wherein slip-tests were exactly the other way round. One can never judge the when u get the baby or the answer sheet.
    Being enrolled in the best school of the city, no wonder most of the kids were above par. And my class 10th F was no exception. We always had this boys-girls rivalry in class where the one who emerges the topper turns the celebrity. But none of the boys were aware of the fact that there was this girl-girl rivalry existing within the nine girls in the class. We were split as 6 & 3 where I was in the smallest, so called group of three. It was me, Priya and Indhu.. We were the girls who had no boyfriends, the girls who were always happy and the girls who topped the exams.
    But this time the situation was far worse than we expected them to be. Anupama my competent academic-wise and most importantly the one from the other gang has equaled her total with me. There was one more paper to be distributed and that will decide the topper! And my bad luck, it was Physical science and I had my fever the day before my exam.
    For one who does last minute preparation, falling ill the night before the exam will be the worst night-mare ever. And I was no exception. The only reason I fought against my dad’s decision to skip the exam despite fever, was anupama and it was the urge that I had, to not lose my first position..Especially to her.!
    Ouch! A chalk piece hit the book we kept open on the table. On tracking the trajectory of its travel we realized it was govind sir with his stern look on the other end of it. He just said few words, ‘Aarthi, you day-dream as well?! Never expected!’ and he returned to continue the class. The thought of creating a bad impression with the staff you admire and respect the most will haunt you for the entire day.. It was my one such day..
    The next hour was of the staff I love the most.. she was of in her forty’s by then.. A malayali by birth she was little short, a bit hefty, fair and always wears such a friendly smile on her face.. The moment you see her, you’ll just feel like you‘re meeting a very old friend of yours. An English teacher by profession, she has the best of diction and a clear idea of how to make kids fall in love, not only the subject but also with the plays of Shakespeare which otherwise would have been a lullaby then.
    We were clearly blessed to have her as our class teacher, and she played that role of tuning our concentration on studies while we were prone to distractions at that age.. Having a staff to whom you could speak your heart open is always a bliss!
    And now that its her hour followed by break we were so eager to meet her again. For we would be in spell bound when she kick starts the class. We would turn as each character in the play to be taught, we would become musicians when there is a poetic class, and we would become journalists during essay class.! We personally felt as choti Moti English Laureates those hours.. But that day was a quite strange for us, as we were expecting our physical science paper to be given and I had done my worst..
    Adding to the strange gut feeling, Banumathy ma’m hadn’t arrived for a very long time and as clock ticked panic struck our faces as she might be on leave and it could be a substitution period where some other subject staff would takeover. Huh.. Our lips were silently murmuring, for we wished her to come.. But, horror struck our eyes when we saw that tall, lean figure making his way in our corridor.. Every small heart was beating fast wishing him to enter some other class and not ours.. But as the steps sounded close to the class door, we lost all our hope.
    Mr.Chidamabaram, tall and lean, had to bend his head a little to avoid banging his head, made his way inside the class. There was pin-drop silence and we could hear small hear-shattering sounds all around! We expected him to distribute the papers but he said he’ll do it the next hour and wanted us to just do our record work.
    We three was sitting in groups and though our hands were busy in copying the text to record, our minds were racing back to the days we had met chemistry sir for the first time ever! Our school had this unique procedure of recruiting staffs. Those who had applied for the job should handle class for the students for sometime on the topics we give them, audition kind of stuf.. Frankly, the only time we get to decide on the staffs and comment on their way of handlng class..
    It was then, he entered our class as well as our lives. He sounded too friendly, too smart and too kind with us. We loved him in those twenty minutes of time and there he was added to our staff list. And it came as a sweet surprise when he was appointed as our chemistry staff. Days were smooth then, we were happy to have him with us , never did we know then that life would take a roller-coaster ride.
    Our class had the naughtiest bunch of boys and Varun was no different. He had topped the class that time with centum in most of the subjects and no wonder our class found the new celebrity. He was a guy who would make last minute study where he would have no idea about even the syllabus until the day before. Most of the students in our class had taken advantage over the chemistry sir for he never got angry for whatever we did or never expressed it for that matter!
    It all started when one day sir was handling organic chemistry, the toughest part of the entire tenth syllabus. He has this habit of probing deep into the syllabus with utmost sincerity and dedication just like a sage in dhyana.. The entire class was wrapped up in silence not because we found the subject interesting, for few of them were yawning trying to control their sleep, few had already dozed off, few were passing papers containing conversations and the minimum number of us were trying to listen amidst all these distractions.
    Suddenly to our shock one hand rose breaking the silence. All eyes scanned to have a look of whom it was and the pupils of our eyes still dilated in surprise realizing it was Varun. It came as a sweet surprise to sir while he had always wished we would open up to ask question which we never did. He gestured Varun to proceed with his question while Varun sprang into action and asked that doubt which we never expected. ‘What is chemistry sir?’ came his words and in no time the smile in sir’s face started fading away.. It was giggles all around and the class was filled with noise when those who just woke up from the sleep where keen to know what had made everyone laugh.
    Sir had tried to remain composed knowing that it was the age we loved to play pranks. But despite sir’s continuous efforts he couldn’t get the class in control. Varun loved to play pranks and he loved even more when it we enjoyed it and there were cheers all around. Sir with all his patience replied what chemistry is, just like he would explain a small kid, but it was evident that he was losing control and Varun kept pestering with cross questions.
    We realized the seriousness of the situation when sir shouted at Varun to get out of the class and in no time the punishment got escalated to kneeling down with every time he tried justifying his act and resisted to kneel down. All these came as a shock for we never something like this from the most kind-hearted staff we ever knew.
    The combination of naughtiness and academic excellence though a rare combination becomes talk of the town in no time and Varun was such a known face in school. Varun felt too humiliated which was evident from his face , but we never realized what must sir have been going through from within.
    That evening I found him too enthusiastic despite the punishment he met with, earlier that day. He was jumping with joy and his face beamed with happiness as I found him standing outside the principal’s room. Later the next day, there was a news going around that few students have watched our sir walking out from principal’s room with tears in eyes. It all came as a shock for we as kids have never seen any grown up crying literally.
    As days rolled by, the way sir treated us changed and it never required words to realize when the relationship gets strangled. We felt automatically guilty whenever we got to see him . There was a drastic change in sir’s attitude for he punished everyone for any small opportunity that allowed it. Out of the class if you yawn, kneel down if you don’t answer, imposition for scoring less in simple class tests . The situation turned worse to such an extent that we loved to hear the bell ring signifying the end of chemistry class. And again now, the bell rang, bringing us back to the present. The substitution period had ended and sir swayed his way outside the class.. Sir on his way out, turned his neck, locked his eyes with mine, gave a wry smile. Does that mean something? I have always been an obedient girl with better academic performance.
    My heart pounded fast. His wry smile, my not so good performance in tests and the fear of losing to anupama kept haunting me. The interval break wasn’t peaceful and as the bell rang it was physics period where we got our papers. I had scored 48 on 50 wherein anupama was 45 clearly marking that I could score 3 less than her in chemistry yet equaling her. But Anupama did not seem to worry, I could not find even the smallest line of fear in her eyes which was clearly not her way of reacting to stuffs.
    I could not concentrate in physics hour, the smile in my lips had faded for no reason. The chit-chat their gang had still made me feel bad. It always works that way around. Whenever you feel suspicious & depressed, it always feels that you are their topic on which people do all the laughing and talking. I was no exception to feel any better. The moment came, bell rang and in no time chemistry sir entered with the bundle in hands. Never did I realize that it was that one white sheet that is going to change my life.
    The names were called out, the papers were distributed and those forty minutes witnessed mixed emotions. Very few smiles, few surprises, it was mostly disappointed faces and few tears. Time passed, the paper bundle got thinner and thinner with every passing moment but never was my name called out. I was counting the number of sheets to be distributed, with every name calling and one another student walking up to collect it, my heart pounded fast. It was perfect timing, for the last paper to be given away and for the bell to ring. Never was my name called out, never did sir speak about it.
    I was wondering if I should go and ask for my paper, but sir was considerate enough to call me and ask me to meet him in lunch hour. Only did priya and indhu knew how I felt and how slowly the clock ticked for the delaying the lunch bell to ring. There it rang, with sub-conscious mind taking over me, I jumped out of the bench and ran outside pushin everyone aside leaving everyone in shock.
    My heart ran faster than my legs while I was dashin my way towards the staff room. There was he, seated in the room along with other staffs chit-chatting. Seein me standing near the door, he took carefree steps to the table, opened up the draw, pulled out a sheet, and handled it to me leaving me in panic. My fate was marked in red, a score of 22 on 50 which clearly meant that I had failed by a score of 0.5 marks.
    Horrified by the thought of seeing a red underscore in my progress report, the thought of facing my parents, the thought of losing first position and predominantly the pain and shame to face anupama and her gang, I felt the blood drain from my face and my legs shivering. It took longtime to even realize and accept the fact that I had failed for the first time ever in my life. My face hung with shock, with shame and with shvering hands I rushed through the pages to find red marks along each and every passage of my answer.
    I took all courage to raise my head and see him, and all I could hear was just four words from him, ‘Better luck next time’. I fought back the tears that came flowing down my cheeks. I made my way running to the ground and had skipped attending the next class. In no time priya and indhu came searching for me in panic and convinced me to attend class. I was stating every reason to fight against them and convincing them to leave me alone. But it was friendship that won, they were successful in pulling me to class.
    They snatched the paper from my hands, scanned through all the answers and clearly proved me the fact that I wasn’t awarded the marks that I deserved to. A small mistake or missing of a small equation in the answer and I was denied of the entire marks that was allocated for it, as it was completely struck in red. They were my pillars of strength who gave me the strength to speak to him. Though I actually deserve 15 more marks, all I needed that moment was just 0.5. Until then I was like a patient with psychic depression and continued to scribble the word ‘fail’ non-stop.
    Now, I had the slightest hope of proving him that he had used me as the target to show his grudge that he had on us, on our class as such and that I did not deserve to be treated better. Fate played its role as I couldn’t find sir in his staff room that evening. I had to make my way home, face my parents with this score and see them reacting on knowing that their daughter had failed in the most critical period of her schooling.
    I rushed home, dialed my dad who had been my friend through my tough times and my guide whom I had always looked upon. Until then I fought back my tears , the pain had act increased to great extent when the fact slapped straight on my face stating that the sir whom I had looked upon with great respect had used me to satisfy his grudge. It took just one word of ‘Sollu da’ from my dad to pour my heart out and tears to wet my salwar. He listened patiently to whatever I said, and I was taken back when he said,’I had always been proud of you, and now because you had given a tough fight and its evident that he had struggled to restrict your score to 22’. I realized that I had managed to smile after what seemed to be a long time.
    The next day, I was a confident girl who had geared up all her courage to speak up and prove her sir wrong, whom she had respected for all time since then. As the first task that morning I headed straight to his room but he wasn’t there. I had waited until my first hour started, but it was all disappointed that he never showed up. I never took a open my chance, every five minutes I get that day, I was on his room’s door steps. The entire day’s struggle ended when he finally agreed to meet me. Before I could speak up, he snapped it telling that no more changes could be made to the mark list as he had submitted it to the principal, clearly evident that he had submitted it well ahead of time.
    I was trying to prove him that I deserve 15 more marks but as time passed I was fighting my way to earn just 0.5 more. But he was unusually stubborn and just ignored me like a mad person shouting on road. He began to pack his stuffs getting ready to leave for the day clearly marking that my efforts are turning futile. I was struggling to accept the fact that nothing is going to change and our school will witness a topper turning down and failing in her exams especially in such a crutial period of her life. Atlast after my repeated efforts to know the real reason behind, he uttered few sharp words that still has their own scars left behind. ‘Varun wouldn’t accept if I add 0.5 to your score and he would knock principal’s door to complain. I can’t encourage this anymore’ is all that I heard.
    With all my hope crashed, with the feeling of anger, a feeling of being cheated, being used-up for no mistake of mine I walked outside the room all my way to home. The following days looked dark, I couldn’t smile nor could I concentrate on my classes. All that kept ringing in my mind was the fear of facing any further exams, the fear of being evaluated and ranked based on scores and more predominantly the fear of appearing for board exams.
    I was lost in my own state when I heard the entire class shouting my name loud and when I was brought back to my senses all I noticed was 32 pairs of eyes giving me weird puzzled looks. My English ma’m was calling out my name for the more than twice, and the third calling came in as a combined effort from all my classmates to break my chain of thoughts, to break-free from my act of starring through the window outside.
    I stood up from my bench without knowing what has happened, and all that I could hear was my ma’m asking me to meet after school hours in her room. It has been almost a week by then and my class-mates were getting used up to my silence and detachment. That evening I made my way to her room, all caught in my own world, yet my legs had been trained enough for thirteen long years to walk around the campus even with eyes blind-folded.
    Now, there I could see her waiting near the door steps of her staff room awaiting my appearance. Seeing her smile at me, my lips automatically reflected one and never before I could realize that I had smiled I was back into my sullen thoughts and the smile had faded. She had one hand around my shoulders, the other hand guiding me towards the nearby chair. It took me time to realize that there was no one around in the staff room for she had purposefully made sure that everyone had left, for we would get some personal time together.
    Before I could open up my mouth to know the reason behind her calling, she just gave me some water and made sure that I was comfortable in talking to her. She took out the consolidated mark list from inside her table and kept it open on the table. There was the list of all our names and the corresponding scores across each subject. My eyes automatically came to a halt on seeing that 22 against chemistry. I gave her a dry look and I was again lost in my own world for I believed that no one could help me in this.
    She just did not let me speak but was exactly speaking what was there in my mind. She clearly stated that she had seen my answer sheet and was sure that I deserved more. She said there was nothing to worry about for all she wanted to know is that if I had made an attempt to talk to my sir on this. When all I did was just nodding of my head, she pulled out another paper which she asked me to hand over to my sir the next day. I had no life left to be curious to open it up, read and know what has been written in it. When I was about to leave she took my hands and placed my favorite chocolate in my hand claiming that it was her birthday. I wished her and walked my way home.

    The next day, I just went to the staff room, pulled out the letter, kept it on his table as he wasn’t there and returned to my class. I did not have the guts to face him for my confidence was shattered long back, hence he being unavailable when I went to handover the letter was quite comforting. The day went as usual with me lost in my own world when my chemistry sir entered the class, shouted out my name and asked me to come out of the class the next moment. When I made my way out, the entire class was peeping through the windows and the ones behind were craning their neck to have a look.
    From all that he shouted on me, The one thing I could make out was that my English ma’m had wanted him to award me the marks that I deserve and that if he had failed to do then there would be few consequences that he would meet. My sir blasted at me thinking that I had been speaking ill about him to all and I had been escalating it for no reason.
    My eyes failed to pull down the tears as my heart had already lost its sensitivity and I whispered a sorry before taking back my seat in class. I still believe that the respect I had on him had pulled out that involuntary murmur of apology. He clearly stating that he wouldn’t make any change to my score did not make a difference to me.
    There the day came, where the progress reports were distributed in class. My English ma’m being our class teacher was calling out the names to give away the cards that needs to be duly signed by the parents and re-submitted the next day. I dint notice the smile on her face when she gave away mine. All I did was just take it and placed it inside my bag without opening it.
    At home, my dad had to take my card himself which otherwise would have been shown enthusiastically by me. He opened it and was calling out my name. His voice had such a surprise and excited just like that of a kid getting a lollypop in hand. He showed me the card and I couldn’t just believed that I was the seventh-ranker in my class and there was no red underscore anywhere to be seen despite the fact that I had failed. At once my eyes went searching for chemistry score and it was 22.5 against it. I was overwhelmed with happiness, gratitude and it was mixed emotions. I hugged my dad tight and was gasping for breath. My dad turned the pages of the report to the comments column, and there were the words etched in beautiful handwriting ‘One small birthday present to my little girl, who deserved it!’ with a smiley at the end.
    Tears rolled down my eyes and I couldn’t wait anymore to get to school the next day. I reached school pretty before everyone arrived, waited outside the door steps of her door steps just like she did few days back. I badly wanted her to arrive the very moment. The second I saw her making her way to wards the room, I was running towards her with all smiles on my face. She saw me rushing, and swung her hands open and gave me one big hug I could never forget. I could still feel that same warmth that increased my confidence, that made me smile, that proved me that teachers are no different than your own parents..
    Our chemistry sir had left the school the same day, and a new staff was appointed. Later I came to know that my ma’m had used her discretionary power as a class teacher to award me the necessary score after proving that I was a deserving candidate to my Principal. Varun admitted that he had lodged a false complaint against the sir to principal, which led to a warning from the principal asking sir to quit the job on repetition, which was the reason behind his shed tears the other day, for we never knew his family situation that this job meant a lot to him. Varun’s attitude had changed a lot since then. But still deep somewhere inside our heart,we miss you sir and we feel sorry for playing around with you!
    Ten years had rolled by now..
    Now, after 10 long years we had planned for a school get together few months back. I was eagerly waiting for her to grace the occasion. When I spotted her at a distance, I couldn’t resist running towards her and hugging her just like the way we did almost ten years back. I never realized that I had pretty grown up and people who never knew our story were giving us weird looks. I was overwhelmed with happiness and I just gave her my own present which was a hand-made card that just read, ’Ma’m you mean a lot to me! You made a difference!’ 

  29. Teaching or Business

    since both my parents are teacher, I respect teachers from the bottom of my heart , after this incident I thought should I respect teachers …..? My mind said no my heart said yes n I listened to my heart which rests in left but tells always right.

    Now days education is not like before, education became competition and that competition is also not just a competition between students even teachers also take it as a competition. Student they compete for ranking and teacher they! They compete for what? they compete for their business.Yes exactly!!!Now days teaching has become a great business. they do not distribute their education like in previous days in ‘Gurukul’ where ‘Guruji’ taught their students for free and where the gurukul’s also situated very far from the city. Coaching system making selling of education more popular. Student depend more on coaching than they do on their own books or school.

    This incident also happened in a coaching with my elder sister Mallika whom I love most in the world .I call her ‘DI’ .She is just one year elder than me even birth month is also same .From the childhood she is an extra ordinary student.When she joined school in nursery her class teacher shifted her direct in 1st standard (skip 2 years LKG and UKG).So she was 2 year senior than me .Unfortunately I became a part of that incident and because of me only now we all knows about that teacher .

    Till higher secondary we studied in a small town , in my town at that time we have few private High schools and then for 11th and 12th we had to get admission in a govt. school .So after completing high school me n di both got admission in a govt school. As we know about govt system so same applies in Govt School too. Till high school we both sisters never took help from tuitions or coaching. But from 11th we started coaching. Di got first rank in whole district in high school. In my town there are coaching politics even it’s still there like a competition among teachers whose student would be topper in block level or in district level. So obviously every teachers want di to join their coaching.The coaching school whose student will top in 12th class those coaching will get more popularity and hence more students implying more business .but there were one teacher named Solanki who is close to my uncle so my dad send di to his coaching class . He is basically a physics teacher but he taught Physics , chemistry and maths . so all the girls of di’s class decided they will go to the particular subject’s teacher for every subject . In 11th class they all joined 3 coaching for 3 subjects . Solanki sir didn’t like this but at that time whole class were together so he couldn’t do anything .students also observe his sullen behavior because he often behave very badly with students like sometimes left the coaching in between , sometimes didn’t listen to the students when they ask doubt and ignore a particular student very badly or not allowed somebody to join the class .He was not at all professional . this coaching is not only a business for him they treat it like a game of life. solanki sir taught physics in her school too, But in school he never took the lecture. So students rarely go to the school . Any how they completed 11th class . when 12th class started solanki sir told to all the students indirectly that he will teach all three subjects , and girls knows him how would he behave if the would have joined some other coaching too since it was a very small town so students didn’t have so many option there were no teacher for physics at that time . so all girls joined his coaching for all three subjects even they didn’t want . but my dad ask di to join at least math class separately , higher secondary is very important to everybody’s carrier and the teacher who taught them math in 11th class was a very good teacher so my di alone decide to go math class to same coaching which she went in 11th and physics and chemistry from solanki sir.

    Here Solanki sir’s revenge starts and only for this silly thing what could have he did no one can imagine . It was my di as I told a master mind after this how she controlled and handled the situation , If anybody other be there for her place surely her/his carrier would have spoiled. The whole year he tortured her by his behaviour like not to solve any doubt , and in front of her if anybody would ask same qus reply her very softly , insult her in front of whole class some time not allow her to come inside the class His main goal was not let her be the topper and even spoil her career but because of my uncles he had to taught her . That all things she was tolerating with higher secondary school pressure and it continues from may 2003 to feb 2004. mosly 12th final exams starts in march . before that we had prefinal exams in school around feb last week . Prefinal exams were running in exams we do keep bags outside the class and then enter in the class to write the exam. One day same thing she kept the bag outside and then entered in the class that was chemistry paper . after writing her paper when she came out of class n took the bag then she found something was missing for confirmation she checked her bag so may times her chemistry register in which she made all the notes of chemistry was missing it was a very big and large register which have her hard work , the time she spent on it , get up at 4 am or study till 4 am is not that much easy . . Now only 15 days left for final exams. she was traumatized , she lost her mind , after return home she was crying like hell . For a sincere hard worker student nothing could be devastating than this . that day was a black day for her life she thought . we tried to console her saying that in school stealing is common thing and this is the exam time many students don’t made their own notes so they steal others like in small classes it happens with pen and pencil .

    After that she didn’t even touch the book 10 days . it took time for her to come back to normal condition , and that was the golden time for solanki sir he told to all the students now not give ur notes to mallika . she asked for notes to many girls but they all said some excuses not too . finally she studied directly from the book its very tough to read all the book at that last movement for that she made notes but that is the destiny and because she didn’t studied at all from last 10 days so we all believed that her chemistry result will be vry bad because .many can get 80 marks but for above 80 equal hard work we need for a single mark as much we did for total 80 mark and here’s the actual competition start.Finally exams end result came , physics practical marks which given by the school physics teacher so he gave very less for her but again no one can change the destiny again she top with 90% marks in whole district and got position in Madhaya Pradesh merit list . at present she is working in tata banglore and after few months flying to Canada.

    Now my part came into picture after two year I joined the same coaching as I already knew that how he behaved with di so without thinking I just joined his class for all three subject . he behave with me very nicely and because I was the topper in high school so I was a very important student for him at that time I knew about his behavior not from di but from so many people I heard that but I don’t have any idea abt his low tricks . every thing was going fine one day I reaches the coaching class early I saw the notes register from which he taught us physics I just opened it and I was just shocked , It’s nothing but my di’s notes for some time I was not able to move my body after that whole picture was in my mind what happened on that day with my di’s notebook when she left the bag outside at that time we were blaming on students, but a teacher could be that much ( write some appropriate world ) . I want to slap on his face for this cheap trick but I controlled my self . I became selfish for that I still feel guilty and my di never saw his face after that when I told her about the notebook thief .

    Still this qus is in my mind …. Why did he do this ? Just for money a man who is a teacher can play with his own student’s carrier……..?

  30. A pedagogue who made an impact in a little girl’s life….
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    It was the dawning of a pleasant sunny morning , the clouds lit with fabulous, warm light as the rising sun announced its arrival.She was still lying on the bed unaware that this day would dawn differently for her . She got up later than usual and hastily brushed her teeth and got ready to go to school. She was on her 3rd grade when this incident happened. Her mom was preparing breakfast while she was looking at the timetable and packing her books to take for the day. It was then that she noticed her least favorite subject, mathematics was in 2nd period and she didn’t complete her homework and the very thought sent shivers down her spine. Just as any kid would do, she tried to bunk school by feigning stomach ache. Just as any mom would do, her mom saw through the facade and packed her to school.

    As her luck would have it, the Mathematics class being the second period followed the Social class leaving her no ‘room’ (pun intended :) ) for finishing her homework at school. She prayed for a miracle that would let her off the hook. The school bell rang and it reverberated in her mind. Before her social teacher entered the class, she checked with her classmates if she had any company. There were a couple of her classmates who had not completed the homework, but they had been absent during the previous maths class and so their chances of getting punished were remote. The thought that she would be singled out and punished made her stomach churn with fear. The smooth proceedings of the Social class did nothing to quell her turbulent thoughts and all the teachings bounced off her head like the tennis ball bounces of the racket. The school bell rang the second time that fateful day and it sounded louder than usual to our protagonist as if telling her what was in store for her. The Maths teacher walked into the class punctually as usual and asked the students to submit their homework notes. Cornered , she admitted to the teacher that she had defaulted. The teacher, known for her strictness, was not beating around the bush and I am sure you would have guessed whom she was beating (;-)). The punishment she received that day, went a long way in making her see her folly. She vowed to turn a new leaf and become a good student.

    As time went by, Maths became her favorite subject and throughout her educational life she scored maximum marks in Maths. The little girl has grown up to pen down her story of how a teacher made her life. As the saying goes, End justifies the Means, the action taken by my teacher (though debatable in today’s circumstances) has changed my life for the better and I would always be indebted to my teacher for this.

  31. It was the day i remember that my friends and me were busy in discussing about our 8th standard summer vacation then suddenly our new math’s madam(Mrs.Sushyama,Nalanda talent school,Visakhapatnam) has stepped into our class and everyone were in a shock by seeing a new staff. Then everyone was settled and was enthusiastic in hearing to her. Immediately after addressing the entire class our madam asked everyone to give an intro about them by mentioning their hobbies and aim.
    Everyone started to tell about themselves and mentioned their aims clearly some mentioned that they want to become engineers, doctors ,collector and rest mentioned as business persons,teachers,designers etc.But me and one of my close friend named bharath mentioned that we want to join in politics and wanted to start a party and do social service without any constraints.This flamboyant answer made our madam to be abacked.From that day onwards she was very much supportive in what we do regarding politics because she know the real need and change in politics and i feel there will be a very few teachers who support us in having politics as our aim.
    She insisted us to join in NCC and we did so and acquired “C” certification in NCC and moved our life towards service. With the help and support from our madam we have started an event called MOCK PARLIAMENT which was considered to one of the hit extempore in our universities. One day our madam had called us and asked us to implement our future plans regarding political service and suggested us to start something that can bring awareness in number of Indians then the idea of starting a group in facebook has come to our mind and also at the same time my madam had suggested us to start a group regarding women protection and this made us to start YOUTH IN INDIAN POLITICS and WOMEN INDIA in facebook and went on with a huge response but afterwards we felt that why can’t we start a blog regarding our youth in Indian politics and this made us to start a blog called CALL FOR INDIA and this blog is under construction and we were sure we will publish this blog in next month.
    Our main motto is to spurred the youth into politics and wants them to learn the real political education with the essence of truth and justice. We are having IIT’S, NIT’S, IIIT’S and even political sciences but we feel that these things are nothing to do to the society and we feel to have IIPE (Indian Institute of political education) which will enhance political knowledge and skills and in future we are planning to start this institution with the help and support from our friends in the group. I would really thank my madam who have architected our life for a better reason.
    My sincere thanks to EVEREST SERVE INDIA team for giving me this opportunity to write this anecdote.

    From:
    Bh.V.Raman,
    SCSVMV UNIVERSITY,
    KANCHEEPURAM,
    TAMIL NADU.

  32. They shaped me!

    I was staring at her with my eyes wide open. “I love you”, she repeated. I was reeling under the shock of hearing it the first time already. I was hardly breathing and even pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. No! It was all real. She was standing in front of me, smiling shyly. Nivedita Muralidharan, one of the prettiest girls in my XII standard Maths tuition had just proposed to me. Not that I was not good looking or not studious (apparently the qualities girls look for in their ‘guy’), but no girl had proposed to me in my life so far. I now knew how Bollywood heroes felt when their love was accepted by the heroine. It felt really nice inside. I accepted her proposal. I now officially had a girlfriend. But little did I know that this misadventure would bring a lot of ups and downs later in my life..

    It was really comforting to know that you had a person in the opposite gender to care for you. Late night phone calls, after-school meet ups, lonely bike rides after the tuition..love really made life beautiful. Evidently, studies took a backseat. I was doing pathetically in Maths. To make matters worse, one evening, after tuition hours, we were caught walking hand in hand by our very own tuition teacher, Mrs. Choodamani. As usual, the hero is the one who is usually scolded in such cases. The heroine goes Scot-free. Same here. Actually she wanted to inform my parents about my little secret. I pleaded that I would certainly mend my ways. Finally, after an hour of her scolding and my crying, I was let off.

    That incident left a scar in my mind. That entire week, I was so disturbed and stressed at the sudden turn of events in my life. Till a few months ago, I was one of the best students in class. Now I was the baddie, at home, at school and at tuition too. I was cursing myself for falling in love. It reminded me of the method tribals used to trap baby elephants. I guess every person who has fallen in love so far, has that moment where he thinks of love as a huge pit, into which he was lured into. Till that point , women who were in my imagination, the most awesome creations of God, now become the most awful ones!

    Five days after I received a spanking from my tuition teacher for falling in love ( apparently at the wrong time!! ), my father received a phone call. It was from Mrs.Mohindroo. I froze the instant I heard her voice! I knew all hell would break loose after the call.

    Now, Mrs. Janak Mohindroo, my Hindi teacher, was another turning point in my life. I used to admire her greatly for her teachings. She used to always tell us that that work was worship and if one did one’s work with honesty and sincerity, then it is equivalent to saying a prayer. This very statement took me to the cross-roads of atheism. I simply refused to pray before the idols, forget the temple, even at home! I argued and debated with my parents about the very existence of God!! My devout parents were shell shocked. They could not believe that I was the same person who used to pray to the Almighty ithutmost sincerity, all throughout my childhood.

    This call went on for almost half an hour.. My Hindi teacher had given my father a long list of issues about me. She had apparently complained about my careless and disrespectful attitude ( after all, I was only trying to be the cool dude) towards academics and teachers.

    Oh what caused Mrs.Mohindroo to call up? Oh nothing serious. I had grabbed her hand when she was about to slap me. Chill.

    12 hours earlier, Hindi class was in full swing..As usual, I had refused to take notes, bring textbooks to class and best of all “back-answered” her. If my school was Al-Qaeda and my school principal was Osama Bin-Laden, then Mrs.Mohindroo would certainly be Osama’s right hand. And I had enough guts to grab her own right hand?! She had had enough with me already that week. This was only the icing! I was the talk of the staff room, that day! And the talk of my home, that night..

    A huge verbal debate ensued between my father and me. He demanded an explanation for my dismal performances at school. He was indeed aware of the increased number of blank calls, heavy phone bills and perfectly related them to a girl behind my callous attitude. These are the times that are most painful for youngsters – to choose between parents and the girl you love. When I realized that dad was serious about my relationship ( :P ), I wrote a tearful letter to Nivedita. I did not want to lose her nor anger my parents. I told her that I would not be able to keep in touch with her, atleast until our Board exams were over. I was desperate to set things straight between me and everyone else.

    I owe a lot to my Chemistry tuition professor Mr.Johnson. I call him a Professor and not a teacher ecause, he was exceptionally good in Chemistry. In fact, he was so good that even my school chemistry teacher hated him!! My school chemistry teacher Mr. Rangarajan was a devoted teacher himself. Yes. Devotion. That is the hallmark of a great teacher. He used to ask us questions about what he taught the previous day, another recipe for his success as teacher. We boys used to literally shiver in our pants not because we did not know the answer to his questions but because of the embarrassment of being scolded before the girls in our class. I never liked to sit in the first bench during his class. But he would search for me, spot me sitting at the end and ‘target’ me with his barrage of questions because I was, according to him, “Johnson’s student”. I vividly remember him yelling at me, “You boy, last bench, get up..answer me or get out”. If I failed to answer his question, he would say, “Your life is going to be a big..”, and he would draw a question mark, on the board. Once I accidentally smiled at his ‘sarcastic’ comments that irked him even more.

    He yelled at me, ” *Chirikadheengo, thambi, chirikadheengo..oru naal ungala paathu **naa chirippen, appo neenga azhuveenga”. *

    *”Aii punch dialogue”, I had thought.*

    Now the funniest part was, I joined Johnson Chemistry Academy only because Nivedita had joined it earlier. I badly wanted our chemistry would work out somehow. Now she had quit the tuition midway and I had to face the ire of my school chemistry teacher!!
    How ‘romantic’ is that!!

    But Johnson sir was different. He was a very motivating character. In fact, I still recall what he told us during the last tuition session. He said, “If you score good marks in your board exam, you will get into a good college..you will make your father proud and happy”. I don’t know why he specially mentioned “father” , but those words struck a chord deep down my heart for I personally was very close to my father than to my mother. From my early morning coffee to late night dinner, he was there for me. A typical middle-class family man, never expecting anything in return types. Practically, to this day, my sole motivation is to try and make my father proud. There is a reason why I mention my father here and speak so greatly of him. Its because, my father has been my greatest teacher in my life. Without him, this anecdote would be incomplete…I would be incomplete..

    Come December and I would have given him the greatest gift of my life – a post graduate degree from a prestigious University in the United States of America. I have met some excellent Professors here in the USA too, but the ones who shaped me as an individual during my school days, will be my favorite teachers forever.

  33. From the beginning of my study career I am always an average student. Never crossed more than 75%. But maintained it all my education career. The incident am going to narrate you was in my 10th standard. The pressure is always the same for a 10th student. An adolescent stage is such a sensitive and crucial stage – feelings, experiences last lifelong. My family financial condition was not fine. There was always unhappy and violent atmosphere at home. I was all planning about my career for a better life and better future. My father was not satisfied with percentage till then. I used to work hard day in and day out, ultimately land up with same marks. Dad started to threaten that he will not allow me to join college until and unless i score 85% and above so that I’ll try to get good marks. But it became like pressure. Every night passed in tears. Pressure from dad and pressure from school, I could not bear. I reached to a thought to take away my life. I was very frustrated. Time for exams is very less. My best friend found that i was not normal. She spoke to me and I poured out everything to her. Somehow she managed to tell director of my school without my notice anyone’s notice about my situation. I decided to take away life(doesn’t even know what life is, how actual hardships come in life, how many hardships are parents facing to me educated). He is my life savior, my school Director Mr.Balendra Potuluri. He handled and supported me in a very nice way till the last day. If today am still living is because of him and his teachings. He said only one thing, “Accept whatever comes in life. Don’t reject it. There is nothing you can do if you take away your life. Think again”. These words changed my perception on life. Now whatever situation comes, I am in a position to handle it all alone. Later for farewell, he gifted books written by Swami Vivekananda to my whole batch.

    But here my dad was not bad as he wants me to study good being my well-wisher. It’s the perception that matters. My father taught me how to fight life battle all alone.

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