Monday, 5 September 2011

Teacher's Day speech prepared but not delivered!By Sukhamrit Singh


Weeks before this event I used to be on the phone consulting on questions as -as to which kurta to buy? From where etc..unaware that all my conversation was being recorded in my mother's mind

The other day she lashed out that what is the preparation for the teacher's who have suffered you??--that got me thinking nostalgically to thank all my beloved teachers, right from my junior school to the senior school

My connections with my dear alma mater began much before I was born ...my father a Columban(St.Columbus School)wanted his son to be a proud Modernite , well here I am standing before you after 12 years of  grueling experience in a school of exams, assignments and Parent teacher meetings .


No PTM was a pleasure for me the pain writ large on my parent's faces and the teachers gleefully venting their spleen -and the ensuing castigation made the meetings a nightmare for me!!!! 
 
But belive me ma'ams and sirs with all due respect - here I've had the greatest time in my life ....I can't thank you enough for all your concern about seeing me as a great kid! 
 I often wondered  at all thoose prefect's , the club members ,the orators,the artists,the sports boys and girls  of the school----that why O why were the letting their precious school days go past in such seriousness of competitive pursuits! ........Because I believe in one's adult life one has to slog to be.....a good... engineer, MBA, , husband, father, son, The list is a long.... these are the days my friends that I hoped would never end

Every founders day spelt doom for me when my parents waxed eloquent about my great fellow students who got their awards by the dozen.and here in all these years I don't have a single decorating my collar. The injured look in their eyes I can never forget.
Looks like nobody understands the way I feel .It's like this lovely feeling about swimming upstream ...you know what I mean against the current.... sort of .BUT...BUT
wait a minute secure in the knowledge that I am not alone .....My elders ,my parents my teachers yes you Bina Ma'am are there to remind me about my duties and help me get up and  Go!

I Cannot express the joy  I've had in bunking classes,not doing my H.W. ,not being attentive in class ,was in splits when my friends mimiced  teachers, Outings from the school to our hang outs ...to be involved in the school wrangles and what not! BOY IT IS ZABARDAST TO SAY THE LEAST.

AND now as the exams  loom large the music seems to  change to that of menacing proportions --just as in movies as if to signal  an impending danger of my half baked knowledge of  my subjects P.C.M. and my heart beats !I want to break free from the bubble of  the so called pleasures and look to the Almighty to seek HIS BLESSINGS! to make me a success!
THIS I PLEDGE as a tribute to you  my teachers I will not let you down!no matter what!
Soon I'll be gone from the hallowed precincts of this institution.BUT
'I Have  a Dream!'
 mark my words ' I'll do  MODERN SCHOOL  BARAKHAMBA NEW DELHI  PROUD! AND ONE DAY I'LL ADDRESS ONE AND ALL AS A CHIEF GUEST ON FOUNDER'S DAY!'
that is my dream!


I  bow today  to my ALMA MATER
I  bow today to my teachers 
Happy Teacher's Day!
FRIENDS  ALL OF YOU ...THREE CHEERS FOR THEM ALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!
HIP HIP HURRAY ! HIP HIP HURRAY HIP HIP HURRAY!

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