My loving Teachers’

            Teachers are compared to the God who enlightens our paths so that we can travel our whole life through ideologies provided by them to us. I do not know about others, but surely “My teachers” are Gods and Goddesses on earth. In a life time people wait eagerly to see a glimpse of The God. But I am lucky enough to spend 10 yrs of my childhood under their guidance. They not only guided me in the formative years of my life like beacons of light. But molded me in the process to shape my future.
            My dream began with ‘My Teachers’ who believed in me, who tugged and pushed me and lead me to the next plateau, sometimes poking me with a sharp stick called “truth”. Today whatever I am and will be in future it’s only for them.
            My Teachers guided me not only with my studies, but in every step I took. May be it would have been better if I had listened to their every words that time. Then may be today I would have been a more successful person. But as My Hindi mam used to say “Ab pachtaye hot kya, jab chidiya chug gayi khet”. But still now whenever I come across such situation I try to follow the suggestion My Teachers gave me that time. And unbelievable it works.
            I still remember those days when my English teachers (Dasgupta mam,Harjeet mam and Laboni mam) scolded for every mistakes I made in grammar. And the days when they forced me to read out a speech or take part in debate. And though till now when I give presentation in office or speak to US clients I make lots and lots of mistakes, but never fear to speak.
            I still remember the scoldings of My Math Teacher (Subir sir). He was the one who scolded me the most. Though that time I used to get angry, but know I feel why he used to scold me so much. And due to his fear I never dreamt of doing many things, which I could have done.
           And leaving this few Teachers, I never got scolded from any other. It may be that they have scolded me once or twice but it was not from heart. My each and every secret were known to few teachers (Chandini mam, Ruma mam, Mousomi mam harjeet mam and sumitra miss). They knew some of my secrets that even my friends do not knew. And I loved to share my secrets with them. They used to suggest me, help me and tease me.
          I still remember the Dance shows we used to perform under the guidance of our Teachers (Soma Mam, Mamta mam and Chandini mam ) and the dance almost all teachers did with us after the end of each show(Principal na rahe to).
         Whenever I sit all alone I remember those school days. And hope that everyone be lucky likes me to have teachers like mine. Truly I feel the part they played in the formation of my life. And till my last breath I will remember them.
          I still miss each and every moment I spend with my teachers in my school. And pray to god to give me a chance to go back there and spend few days with them. It had been 7 years from the day I passed class 10. But still I remember each and every incident of my school and sleep with a dream in my eyes that the next morning My mom will wake me up saying “Anindya school jete habe uthe ja” and it will be the most happiest day of my life.