To my teachers and to the teacher in me!

**Higher dosage of self-gratitude**

As they say, charity starts from home,  when the topic is my teachers, it ought to  start from my grandparents to my parents, to my school & college teachers, and to every one who taught me a lesson with love or otherwise.

September 5th, marks the birth anniversary of Sree Sarvepalli Radhakrishna garu, a teacher who went on to become the second Indian president. It’s celebrated as Teacher’s day in India. That in 1992, laid foundation for me to recognise I have teaching skills too. Teacher’s day gave our school’s senior students ( call it 10th class/grade/year, what-ever) a chance to be teachers for that day. I don’t remember how it landed in my lap, but I acted as one of our favourite teachers, Karuna teacher and taught Maths to our immediate juniors. I, along with another friend, Naveena, won the ‘ best acting teacher’ awards. The best compliment was that one of the students understood the concepts of ‘Sets/Venn diagrams and functions’ much better while I taught. Even prouder to stay in touch with Naveena who is a famous oncologist in the state of Texas, US.

My dad, a professor with passion for teaching, has built a great legacy moulding many students, my mum who was a teacher gave upon her dreams for us, my sister  was a lecturer in statistics (she taught only for a very brief period and that’s her choice), my maternal granddad, who initially taught me proper letter-writing and drafting for debates and essay writings, all these have left strong imprints on my little brain to be a disciplinarian and a perfectionist in anything I attempt. I also tutored little kids around my house who couldn’t afford private tutors for free and that helped them pass their primary school tests. Some of them are truck drivers now, whilst some are into professional careers. I tutored more later in my life while doing my Master’s too. The pure exchange of knowledge is close to divinity which my whole family practised. I bow to my parents for guiding me to have those beautiful priceless experiences. Another beautiful concept which I reiterate in many of my posts was the ‘vaaralabbay’ culture of feeding a financially challenged student a day a week. My parents followed that for a couple of decades at least and we had many students who would come to have dinners on certain days of the week. Education indeed is valuable and a gift to have.

I have special  reverence to some special teachers in my life and respect for all the teachers who taught me. I took every teacher seriously, showed respect, obeyed rules, and been their favourite too. Those principles instilled by my dad in particular. All my school teachers, my bharatnatyam master,  my English and Zoology lecturers in high school, and every teacher who has time for all  students’ needs. I am blessed to meet my 10th class teacher on Facebook, who despite a 25 year gap  noticed that I have a flair for writing and that led me to this blog. Thank you Radha Rukmini teacher.

At this juncture I have to thank my children for giving me multitude of opportunities to learn and to teach. It came to me as a surprise when I was asked to teach simple Indian cooking to 5-7 year olds in a school in England. Their elementary school in US, now, runs an AVIC group- Art teachers in classroom, by introducing various artists and the art styles. My favourite till date was teaching kids about glass fusion, proper blend of art and science. I am a Mentor at my kids’ school district. The trust I get from my mentees boosts my energy and helps build my mothering skills. Coming back to my kids, my son sets his rules and my daughter a disciplinarian. My son indeed has changed my take on things and helping me better myself; whilst my daughter challenges my traditional thinking subconsciously.

Thanks to my critique, my husband; it’s a privilege to share life with a sage-person.