Teacher's Day

Today is 5th of September...the day we celebrate as Teacher's day in India. The teacher's day brings back vivid memories of my school days. As a student, I used to wait for this day...

Why? Because it made me thrilled to see the Xth std. students taking our regular teacher's place...It was one of the rare oppurtunity when the senior students could be in the school premises in civvies. The girls would come in their best of mom's sarees and the boys in the best of formal attire they could manage.

This craze to become a teacher on the teacher's day, was present in me from the day I was in the VIIth standard.
Why I do not know?
May be it was because of the opportunity to wear civvies to school, which was otherwise allowed only on your birthdays,
or maybe it was to announce to the school that we were seniors
or may be it was because the realisation that it was your last year in the school. Whatever???? I wanted to be the teacher on the Teacher's day and it was a deep trenched desire.

So finally I reached the Xth standard and then came the Teacher's day. I remember making preparation for it from a week before the D-day or should I say the T-day. I checked my wardrobe, if I could call one . I matched my shirts with the only two "full" pants I possessed. I applied the permutations and combinations and finally decided on the attire. Apart from the brown canvas shoes,which was part of the uniform, I possessed a sneaker to complete my collection of shoes. Now in that era, no body thought that wearing a blue sneaker underneath a brown pant was a bad fashion statement. Even if anybody did....I did not know it and I didn't care about it.

I did not think about anything else but of being the teacher, in the preceding few days to the actual day. My mind was a theater where I rehearsed my mannerism, my expressions, my "teaching abilities"....I was strict, I was benevolent, I was whatever my educators were. I modeled myself on Stephen Sir, Maggie teacher, Hilon sir. I was every one of my teacher.......

Then the actual day arrived. I got up early......much to my parent's surprise and delight. I was like that effervescence in a soda bottle..all bubbly and tingling.
If I am not wrong, I remember that day, the school opened a bit late than the normal working hours.
I got up, I completed my normal chores and I took out my peach cotton shirt and the brown pant. I checked all the buttons and the hooks and the zipper. Well I had done all these the day before, umpteen times, but still....
I wore my black socks(another fashion disaster)and then the chosen shirt and pant and finally the blue sneaker. I had this desire to wear a tie ( and I really do not why I desired so????!!!!!) and I had borrowed it from an friendly neighborhood uncle. That the tie's colour was somewhat crimson, did not matter to me at all. So I knoted the tie and I was ready.....Since being an obedient Mallu boy, I could not escape the coconut oil on my hair.

So the boy-man was ready in his peach shirt, brown pant, black socks, blue shoes and the crimson tie. I asked my mom, about my get up. She gave me a look which was neither encouraging nor discouraging. I stepped out of my home.... some of my neighbours gave me a bemused look. But I moved on to the school. People's heads turned when I passed them (now I know why?). I was amused and ecstatic and finally I reached the school gates.
As soon as I saw my classmates, the first thing which was gone was my tie. It went deep into my pocket..It had to as I was the only one with a tie........

Now I guess two or three students were assigned a class/subject. I do not fairly remember what was the criteria. but I was assigned a class of the VIIIth standard. I along with my "co-teachers" went to our assigned class. As soon as we entered our students roared "Good Morningggggggggg Teeeeeeeaaaaacher"....And my colleagues, the smarties they were, one coolly occupied the teacher's chair and the other the available empty bench. I had no choice but to stand in front of the black board......The class monitor handed me the attendance register and I blurted out the names listed one by one and marked the attendance.

Now what?????My colleagues were not even giving me a hint. They were just passing their time....But me being me and the preparations I had done. I asked for a text book of English....and opened it. I mumbled some incoherent things....and I could see the students looking at me with the utmost disdain, their looks gave me the hint...."STOP...u are boring us".
That's when the reality struck....
I suddenly realised that I am no good. I was jittery and slowly turning into pulp........
All my preparations went down the drain. Over and above everything, even my colleagues were grinning.....

That's it....I closed the book. Asked the kids to do as they liked, but maintain silence....
and my teacher's day ended.....and so did the dream and desire to be a teacher.

I realised that day....and beleive it till date, that teaching is not everyone's cup of tea.

Hats off to all my teachers and thank them all for what they have done to enhance my life....Thank You very much.