Maha's musings

Last week, I visited my niece's school for the monthly grand ritual— Parents Teachers Meeting, as her parents were out of station. It turned out to be one of the epiphanies of my life. Being a teacher myself, what I witnessed there caught me by surprise. It was a well-known school situated in the heart of the city. The students were seated in a classroom next to the hall where the meeting was conducted. There was a teacher deployed to monitor the students, all the while the meeting was going on in the next room.  There were some four parents seated along with their children when I entered, shepherding my niece. The teacher was seated in her chair and a dozen of printouts were found scattered on her table. It was visible that she was juggling with all of them.  She was no less than a machine with great agility to answer the parents as well as to get the number of forms signed. Every time a parent went to her one after another, she gestured them to sit and started in...

"Happy teachers' day, mam!!!" Every September-5 dawns with this cheerful note. It's high time that I wish all those lovely souls back a bit earlier and remind them of the good time spent together!!! It is a six-year-long journey from an amateur instructor who fussed over everything to an even-tempered teacher who tries to embrace the challenges posed by the students. It's been a journey of twists and turns. I have been noticed, listened to, loved, cared for, comforted, entertained and what not? Despite some momentary stress and occasional outbursts, it has always been a source of delight for me. Right from the bus driver to the tiny little toddlers, everyone has impacted me immensely.  The funloving (equally cringy) colleagues who give me numerous funky names and with whom I can share all the serious things over a cup of tea in the funniest way possible  (special mention to Mr.D, my audience and Mr.Nyaayam), the senior colleagues who counsel me or mock...