Happy Teachers' Day!!

First of all i would like to wish all the teachers a very Happy Teachers' Day. A "Thanks" is too less to acknowledge your efforts and dedication towards your profession. At times, we as students do not understand the importance of teachers and often take them for granted. As we grow up and look back, we realize how inspiring and caring they were... how they always tried to rectify our flaws even if we disliked them... how they motivated us when we lost hope to succeed in life... how they appreciated us when we excelled at something... how they patiently made us learn new things... how selflessly they loved and cared for us... Once again, a very Happy Teachers' Day to all of them!!

Teachers' day reminds of my schooling days. I remember how we used to present flowers and cards to our favourite teachers. We used to have a small cultural programme. After that, senior students dressed up as teachers used to take classes for sometime. It used to be a half day for all the students and I used to be quite curious to know how teachers celebrate their special day when the students leave!!

As a student, i was quite reserved and shy. I never really interacted much with the teachers. I remember how in every PTA meeting my teachers complained about my habit of not speaking enough. As i came to higher classes, i tried to change myself, but certainly not up to my teachers' satisfactory levels. Still, i am happy that my teachers remember me as a good student. I also regret something. As children grow up, they tend to "disremember" their teachers from earlier classes. I won't lie by saying it didn't happen to me. And yes, i do feel guilty about it. As we grew up, we managed to find friends in our teachers. However, as small kids, such a bond was never formed. But.... teachers always forgive the mistakes their students make. I would also like to thank some of my teachers from DCE for being so caring and supportive. I feel so lucky that a got a chance to be their student....

Since, this post has taken me back to my school days, i would like to share a poem that i had written when i was in class XII....

Long long ago i first saw my school,
With tearful eyes and pain,
And now when i look at my school,
My eyes fill with tears again.
The never ending hours of study,
Academic rise or fall,
P.T., music, library and arts,
I dearly miss them all.
Roaming in the ground and corridors,
Joking and chirping with friends,
Playing stupid and idiotic pranks,
Unknowing when the day ends.
With 1:40 bell flying out of the school,
Like birds set free from the cages,
Or running like the prisoners of wars,
Imprisoned in jails for ages.
And now i always pray to god,
That the 1:40 bell may never ring,
If we are the birds to be set free,
Then we may lose each wing.
The thought of seeing the school days end,
Fills my heart with pain,
I wish i could go back to nursery,
I wish i could be a kid again...