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Moving Memories, Melt-your-heart-moments!


I’ve been ranting a lot of late, and finding negativity in most things around me. Luckily I have things which keep me sane, and friends who understand that this crazy woman is just moulting, and will soon be back to her normal self :P! Blessed to have kids too, who just want to know who to bash up or send an obscene mail to πŸ˜€ :D. Yes!! *fist pumping, elbow bent, pushing down* You know, the kind that kids do, all the time, especially when you tell them, Listen, we’ll have the dictation tomorrow :D!

The day dawned gloomy as usual, literally and figuratively. This, after a cool night, that followed a sweltering sultry day. Talk of moods, even the weather is like that. And then something wonderful happened. I tell you, it always takes a child to do that… time and time again, I have been uplifted because of a child, because of children πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

The Class XII came around to collect their hall tickets, some last minute wisdom, and the blessings of their teachers at school πŸ™‚ It was fun, hectic, and sentimental… the kind of knowing that suddenly comes, that you’re not going to wander about the campus in such a carefree manner again! So the kids came, some touching our feet, others shyly smiling, some awkward, some as usual bindaas, (when they come grabbing our feet, it’s sometimes amusing πŸ˜€ One person starts it, and the others just make a dive πŸ˜› Β – inΒ MalayalamΒ we call it “Kaalu vaaral”,pulling one’s legs,literally :D)

So it became afternoon, the day refused to end, and it was beginning to get a bit much. The heat turned up, no power, and then one of the Class XII students comes to class. She has an autograph book she wants me to write in. She too has been a favourite, down the years, having known her from Class II “C” πŸ™‚ Bhavana Viswanath πŸ™‚ A quiet girl, sweet natured, not one to talk or tell you much. And someone, who as a little girl, would smile only sparingly πŸ˜€ After II, I met her in class after the Primary, in Class VII/ Class VIII. Still quiet, earnest, sincere, but would smile a bit more πŸ™‚ I tell her I might take a bit of time, and she says she will wait. So I write, and write… a whole page ( the poor things, they are not even spared, in an autograph book; but then I have written on fun things, and nice things, please note πŸ™‚ )

She comes a while later to collect it. And I tell her I was sorely tempted to read the others’ entries, her classmates’, but I did not. Grinning widely at each other, we just look at each other for a moment. Then she says, Teacher, I have something to tell you, and she gets a bit nervous, her voice quivers, and I suddenly know, this is a “moment”. I ask her if we can step out into the corridor, and she just bursts out, so sweetly. So wonderfully. So earnestly. I can still see her in front of me, both of us leaning against the railing…

She says, Teacher I just wanted to tell you that you’ve been my inspiration, my role model, and I love you so much! Her eyes fill up, slowly and begin to create tiny parallel rivulets down her cheeks. She still speaks, I dont know how to tell you, but I’ve always looked up to you. I began to read books because of you, see English movies (Oh dear! I wonder what other parents would think πŸ˜€ I still keep saying this in class πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ); and each year, I would pray so hard to God, at the beginning of the year, that you should be our English Teacher. But we did not get you in Class IX and X. Still….

I was stunned, and so amazingly surprised… so pleasantly that here was a child, who I was so fond of, (I would say this to her mother πŸ™‚ ) and she too liked me! (Allow me to explain. I am a Leo. And quite the Tiger in class. I’m demanding, I can use my whiplash tone to great effect, and generally can silence a class with a look πŸ˜€ I’m an ogre. And nothing as cute as Shrek either. So, to have kids say they like me, well, it’s always confused me, but made me think there is hope for me after all πŸ˜€ It of course, is quite another matter, that I love them too πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ) I gave her a quick hug. (Well, by now you know me, I’m not given to being demonstrative, not in school πŸ˜› ) gently wiped her tears, and told her how honoured and humbled I felt. This, I said, this, is enough. And I repeated myself, how much I loved her too πŸ™‚ The day grew brighter. I promised to keep in touch, and she had to go πŸ™‚

Then came Oormila, another teacher’s daughter, who came to my class, first in Class V “C” – she told me- I thought it was Class VII, somehow :D. My grey cells 😦 She too (not ever so loquacious) came forward with lovely things to say, about how much she gained in confidence, and how she missed being in my class, especially with the digital classrooms we have now. (Her younger sister is in my class, in Class X, and shares all of our Classroom exploits with her πŸ˜€ ).

Doubly gratified. Not doubly, but infinitely so.

Because a while earlier, a lot of the firm favourites, formerly from X “D” , Saraswathy, Varsha, Meera, Shilpa, Β Saishree, Sreedevi, Aishwarya, and others (do please excuse me for not remembering the names 😦 ) had come around, Kripa too, and Revathy, Soumya also; it made me realize all the more how much I thought of them. Yes this batch is special, as special as only some batches can get. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Couldn’t stop smiling with all of wishing, and the talk of missing went along… and all those references to X-D (say that together in Malayalam, and you get a word that you should not be using – not nice people πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ ) My kids, my own two ie, are proud to be ex X – D s too πŸ˜› πŸ˜› ( I know some of their friends, and foes still call them, by this Class name πŸ˜› πŸ˜› )

I must also mention a certain Raj ( does it not remind you of SRK? Well this young man is way more handsome, articulate, and well mannered πŸ˜€ – Raj, if you are reading this, you’ve got to give me a treat the next time you come down to school πŸ˜› ), a dashing young man with huge potential, and amazing articulation and creativity. And Army brat (who was part of our school only these last two years), as he calls himself, very very sweet too. He offered his uniform shirt, a spare one, for us to write in our “messages” and blessings and wishes πŸ™‚ And he wanted me to someday tell him how it was that I could get words out of thin air πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ ! All I had to do was tell him they’re there for the taking should you look… πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

And while I was thinking that I should write this for myself, to capture the infinitely lovely moments spent today with them and how my mood perked up, along comes Tito Varghese, with this awesome verse, urging bloggers Β to write πŸ™‚ I had to. No matter that 54 papers of Class X await my attention with a red ink pen, no matter that I had set a deadline for tomorrow… Sigh. There goes a good intention! All for a good cause! Tito, me happy now :D! thank you!

And so, with all these lovely moments that today has gifted me, I’m way more positive about life. Life πŸ™‚ That reminds me, a tag I have to do, but wait, I shall save it for a rainy day, KamikazeΒ :), Β I know I shall need for that blogger’s block rainy day post πŸ™‚

Today belongs to these bright stars, of Class XII πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ All of them, who had come around, and those who did not too… and most especially to some favourites. Even if you name is not here, dear dear ones, know for sure, it’s there in my heart πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

God Bless! And thank you, for being you πŸ™‚


Edited to add: Forgot to add this bit, till Hrishikesh, through one of his comments (the First One!) reminded me of it :
On my FB wall, posted by a former student:
Anjali Vishwanathan:
A sentence begins with a capital letter and ends with a full stop.
Class 5, English Period.
I still say this before I go to sleep. Just got reminded of it all of a sudden in the middle of editing documents at work and as always, you’re awesome teacher! :)”


The note with it will follow in the comments section πŸ˜› (That is why I have included it here :D)

22 February, 2012

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

46 thoughts on “Moving Memories, Melt-your-heart-moments!

  1. When the classes end, students in general tell all nice things to their teachers. We learned loads from you, Your lectures were so interesting..blah blah.. I guess most of the teachers would see through most of the students… When I left my Bombay school, I never got to say a proper farewell to anyone(left suddenly midway) and they are the teachers I admire the most, so I guess I maybe speaking out of inexperience.. For the Ahmedabad school, and college it was mostly a formality, so it was all just byes, and take cares.. You see all teachers teach, students learn, very few connect. I miss that.


    • Some students, when classes end, do say that πŸ™‚ But, in my limited experience :D, they don’t say anything at all..they just leave, especially if you have not taught them for the last two years of their school life. After the Class X, a lot of us “junior” staff do not handle classes in the Higher Secondary. Out of sight, out of mind! πŸ˜€ But of course πŸ™‚ In fact, most students, after the Class X results, do not know one at ALL! Chalo, koi baat nahin.. πŸ™‚ We’re so used to it!
      And that is why this is such a breath of FRESH AIR! It is not about me ( though of course, there is a huge slice of self-aggrandisement at work here :D) , but that some of them came up and said those things, when they did not have to even come talk to me, or any of us πŸ™‚ I’ve spoken only of myself, but I must tell you there are innumerable others who have received the self same honour from the children. And like you say, yes, teacher’s do know and can see through them πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
      I’d like to believe, for this is what I do, that teachers do not simply “teach”, and students do not simply “learn”. They participate in something far greater than ever; these days they d o connect!
      Thank you Hrishi, for sharing your experience. I’ve included and add on, with the end… even when they leave school, they do come back. Nothing is greater than that, for most of us. πŸ™‚
      Anjali said that today, all of a sudden (pl ref. end of post), and I replied on FB, that I still do πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ It is enough that she remembers, for me. With what sort of feeling, I do not mind either πŸ™‚
      Thanks again, Hrishi πŸ™‚


  2. Sigh ! Those were the years.. Never actually went out and said any of the things to all my lovely teachers at St. Peter’s SS School, Kadayiruppu. But those years formed me, changed me, for the best i hope.

    Thanks to a teacher from a student from another time, another place.. πŸ˜€

    Am hoping the Pay It Forward idea works here (or Karma gets its act together).

    PS: You dont get to blame your laziness in correcting papers on me πŸ˜›


    • I like that thought… Pay It Forward Idea… πŸ™‚ Hope it does… it has registered here, and I hope will get a ride to St Peter’s which you will now probably visit, in the near future when you come down πŸ™‚ I hope you do. You’d be pleasantly surprised at the goodwill around πŸ™‚

      Lol @my laziness. I am NOT lazy. I’ve been slaving over this post, and now the comments πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ All because of a certain poem πŸ˜›
      Thanks immensely, Tito πŸ™‚


  3. I was reminded of myself being in xii b sharing similar feelings to my English teacher,,i would not narrow her teachings to just english though….mrs.rathy ramachandran…and somehow felt really connected and did brush a tiny drop of salt away…..as I read through this πŸ™‚


  4. Dear Usha,
    This was such a heartwarming post and I’m so glad that your student summoned the courage to express her regard and affection for you. This was indeed a most moving post and I wish and pray that you have many more such gratifying moments in your life as a teacher…


    • Nirmala, Thank you so much! I’m glad too to have been part of that sharing πŸ™‚
      It isn’t everyday this happens, and we are all blessed to have that respect and love we do for each other, whoever the child, and who ever the Teacher. Very few actually come and tell one, and it makes it all the more special, when they do!


  5. Usha mam, loved this one beyond words. I had such moments too. I think we teachers are the blessed ones :)Recently one of my students came down from US after 4yrs. She has come only for a week to attend her cousin’s marriage, but she made it a point to drop at my place. She was my 2001 X batch πŸ™‚ there are many many stories to tell , share and feel happy πŸ™‚


    • Sunita, I do know how very much you would have connected with this. I do remember you speaking of the joys of being with the kids! How lovely to have that old student come by πŸ™‚ May that cache of love just keep growing πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much for sharing that!


  6. Usha Teacher, This was so nostalgic. I can see Bhavan’s in my mind’s eye now. Missing my X C gang and all the crazy things we did. The all girls “Importance of being Earnest”, “Scrabbles in class” and not to mention the “Donkey” incident” for which we got so much negative publicity in school..We were all so scared then and you supported us. You were my favorite English teacher even though we had you only for part of a year ,because I was somehow sure that you will give me only the marks I deserve for that paper and not based on how I generally do my papers. Haven’t talked to any of my friends in a while. Should probably do some catch up.


    • Sunitha, yours was the first Class X batch that I had interacted with, and been part of πŸ™‚ So you people will be the specialestest πŸ˜€ (Just coined that word! :D). When I went for Vani’s wedding, I was touched by how she introduced me, and how nice it felt!
      The “donkey” incident, well made me rather angry you know πŸ™‚ Though I could never tell the VP that!!! πŸ˜€ Am not taking names… I think she said something to the effect that “girls, doing this…!!” (Pssssttt… I love that card game btw :D) Well I do not know how supportive I was, but thank you for the way you put it πŸ™‚ Thank you so much!!!
      And corrections. Lol. I had some of you wondering why you had got 8 only for those writing tasks :D! And I wondered at it too! But you all were so sweet too, to a greenhorn πŸ™‚ Thank you Sunitha, for making it worth the while also!


  7. Oh Usha no matter what you are in class you absolutely love you kids and that is so clear from each and every post of yours….we need more of you..I am planning cloning you….yes that has to be done..top of my to do list
    and then send them to every school…no matter how strict we are when we are sincere in our efforts that is what touches another person…that s what is reflected…
    BTW I am with your kids do tell if someone is bothering i will forward them some nigerian mails and bug them endlessly with long speeches. πŸ˜†
    You are one of the sweetest leo I know there is love in every roar of yours πŸ™‚
    Biiiiiiiiiig hug πŸ™‚


    • Soma, I’m appropriating that picture and am putting it on my Mantlepiece… :D! Oh, pl dont tell the kids that you’re cloning me; they worried about one me, and imagine how traumatized they would get at more. Lol. πŸ˜†

      And I’m also taking you up on that offer of nigerian mails (why Nigerian?? :P) but I dont know if they would get bugged with long speeches. More likely they’ll fall for you πŸ˜€

      Love and hugs, Soma. Thank you so much!


  8. This post brought back my Farewell memories πŸ™‚ I can actually understand the feelings. They seem staright out of a book, but then books are collections of experiences. Loved your narration, teachers like you make an entire generation. Strong, confident and ever-learning – as such students, we will never be able to profess the entire amount of love we have for our teachers πŸ™‚
    I am too moved to write further, maybe this will bring a rainy day sooner for that tag πŸ˜‰


  9. What a wonderful wonderful post, ushus! You know I could imagine Amma writing all this, esp the bid about X-D :D.She has recounted so many moments like such to us, quite a few I have witnessed myself when I was one of her students :).

    I dont know if I am right, Ushus, but from what I have observed all my life after watching Amma and now you, I wonder, for a teacher, if there be anything more rewarding and gratifying than to have her/his students come up to her/him and tell her/him how much of a positive difference she/he has made to their lives by being there?

    What a humbling day it must have been for you, indeed! Heres wishing and hoping you get to experience more and more such moments in the coming years πŸ™‚

    May God bless teachers like you and your students, Ushus πŸ™‚

    Hugs and much love πŸ™‚


    • *bit about X-D…typo πŸ˜€


    • You are on the dot there, Deeps, when you say this:
      “I wonder, for a teacher, if there be anything more rewarding and gratifying than to have her/his students come up to her/him and tell her/him how much of a positive difference she/he has made to their lives by being there?”

      There truly isn’t! Truly! Makes it worthwhile! Having a wonderful teacher as you Mother would have helped you to understand the other side of it!

      Thank you so very much for having shared this with her also, for her to feel that pride in her students πŸ™‚ Thanks so very much! God Bless!


  10. I couldn’t stop sMiLing! πŸ™‚

    for a moment, my thoughts were transported to that corridor, to those moments. And i could experience the beauty of that moment! May you be blessed as ever and more with such moments to treasure, cherish and share – always!


  11. It is a good to feel that somewhere teachers like you still exist. If the students are fond of you muchly there is no surprise for me. πŸ™‚

    That day only I was going through a discussion on FB where students say how deeply hurt and estranged they feel with teachers’ living style and mixing on Online world. See, how tough it is to maintain a standard of a teacher always and an individual later in any form even subconsciously.

    I have always found that poise inside you that makes you a teacher. πŸ™‚

    God bless.


    • Ah yes! That is a tricky balance to maintain… between the image of you in class/school, and how you seem to them outside. But if one is consistent and open, that again is easily overcome πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ It is when double standards are expressed the unhappiness comes! Me, and poise… πŸ™‚ thank you Soumya!
      God Bless you too! Thank you for being here, and grace of your words as always!


  12. See, this is why I said I wanted to be in your class! I am not scared of ogres and this ogre seems rather cute, just the sort of ogre one would want to know! πŸ˜‰ I have loved all my English teachers, some ogres, some not, but it never mattered. What’s more, I loved all the English teachers that taught my sons too! English teachers have a special place in my heart πŸ˜€ There is something special about them. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Now coming to the post, this is indeed a moving post. Awww…. Indeed so many melt-the-heart moments. Your post melted mine!


    • Shail, you are not scared of anything, let alone poor ogres like me :D!
      Thank you for the vote for this ogre, she is very very grateful πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I can so imagine your love for the English teachers you have had the good fortune to know, and so has it been with me! That is probably how I turned out to be one πŸ™‚
      And thank you too, for that melting comment, for the write πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


  13. I love your each and every header! Great sons you have!

    ‘Kaalu vaaral’?! Interesting…First touch your feet and then ‘kaalu varraradu’…In Tamil this has got a different meaning, Usha! In Tamil ‘touching the fee’ is ‘kaale vizharathu’ ….dhamaal…fall down and run away, finished, if you don’t like the person!

    Yes, innocent children change our mood!

    Yes, I have noticed you have got a great sense of humour, Usha!

    Bhavana…I can relate to her! Some children know who is a genuine person and who acts as a good teacher.My sons had some great teachers like you, Usha and I used to admire them….!

    What is X-D in malayalam? Must ask my niece who is from Vaikom!

    You must have got the treat from Raj, by now!

    I am forwarding this post to my sons. I remember them being very good in subjects of their favourite teachers! They might remember some while reading this post of yours, Usha!


    • Thank you Sandhya, for your vote for the headers πŸ™‚

      Thank you for all those details you wrote of, the “kaal” phrases (this one means pulling one’s leg, as against showing respect by touching the feet πŸ˜€ – for kids it becomes a game, more often than not!); the supposed humour, which I am not sure has been assayed in the manner I wanted it to! :D; and how you can relate to Bhavana πŸ™‚ I do hope she can read this sometime πŸ™‚

      X_D, in Malayalam, is not a polite term… loosely it means “rascal”, “degerate”… etc. I have used parliamentary language in conveying the meaning :P!
      Thank you too for sharing the post. I’m sure they have awesome memories of their teachers too!
      Glad, so glad you could share in this post πŸ™‚


  14. Our farewell was on 16th and yours words reminded me of the scenes there. Such expressions from the children are the greatest rewards for any dedicated teacher. And you deserve it, Usha.

    And quite the Tiger in class. I’m demanding, I can use my whiplash tone to great effect, and generally can silence a class with a look I’m an ogre – hahaha….my students will have some similar metaphors to describe me. But only a sincere teacher will be demanding, strict and concerned; it is easier to be negligent.


    • Bindu, was going through some posts here, and found that I had not acknowledged your warm words! Do excuse me! Thank you so much for kindness, and I know that you too have the same kind of feelings when it comes to your students!


  15. Absolutely loved this post, which is so appropriately titled, “Moving Memories, Melt-your-heart-moments!”. They sure were, let me confess – not only for you and your students, but for many of us who have commented, including me. Congratulations on being an inspiration and a role model for the kids on the threshold of adulthood – this is not easy, I believe.

    The ‘biggest’ gift that a student could have offered her beloved teacher is so beautifully put across by her in words, and deeply felt emotions, “Teacher I just wanted to tell you that you’ve been my inspiration, my role model, and I love you so much! Her eyes fill up, slowly and begin to create tiny parallel rivulets down her cheeks. She still speaks……..”. Wow!

    I had always felt this about you, just by reading your posts. God bless and may your tribe of teachers grow. Enjoyed reading it, and the comments too!!


  16. Loved reading this Usha! Wishing you many such gratifying and blissful moments!!
    Could so relate to this as my sis is a teacher too and it warms the heart to hear of such instances πŸ™‚


  17. Awwww Ushus, that is sooo touching!!!!! Am so proud of you, and so happy to know you, even if it is only virtual.


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