A Guru with the heart of a mother
Time and again I have seen one thing happen to me - If I truly wish for something to happen, it happens. Sometimes I feel that there exists someone keenly listening to me and when he is convinced of my yearning desire he just makes it happen. I have long waited to get in touch with my teacher from high school. For me (rather for the entire class) she was the first one to have enlightened us about the relationship of a Guru and Shishya. Yet she had a heart that went out for every student. She loved each and everyone equally. We were like her own children. She would do her best to cheer us, if she found any of us sad.
Today I finally got in touch with her. It is amazing how certain things suddenly make you want to live more and do more. Just writing to her made me feel like I was literally next to her. I vividly recall her smile, the innocence in her eyes, the love in her heart, the attire which she cared less for, the taila she cared to school, the pile of books in her hands, her wonderful writing, her skill to beautifully weave together English words, the fear in her heart when we requested her to teach us grammar one day(officially she was to teach us History, Civics and Geography though her love was for literature), the extra hours she worked at night to acquaint her students with the history of India, the time she kissed by hand telling me I would just do well in my exams. She was everything to we students. If I remember anything of History, it is because of my sheer love for her. I performed well only to please her I think :)
Every student who had her as a teacher would have many inspiring stories to fill pages. After school, the teenage in me did not always write to keep in touch with her. Slowly she disappeared and remained as a memory. But whenever I excelled in anything I thought of her. The times when I felt dejected regarding my goals, I had to just open what she wrote to me when I left school. There she was, my guardian angel whispering words of encouragement in my ears.
After 16 years, she is back in my life. Her mails tell me she is just the same teacher, contributing to the growth of her students. She suffers from a heart problem, yet she is out there among her students every single day, sharing knowledge and love.
So this great guru's name is Mrs. Bina Ramanujam.
Today I finally got in touch with her. It is amazing how certain things suddenly make you want to live more and do more. Just writing to her made me feel like I was literally next to her. I vividly recall her smile, the innocence in her eyes, the love in her heart, the attire which she cared less for, the taila she cared to school, the pile of books in her hands, her wonderful writing, her skill to beautifully weave together English words, the fear in her heart when we requested her to teach us grammar one day(officially she was to teach us History, Civics and Geography though her love was for literature), the extra hours she worked at night to acquaint her students with the history of India, the time she kissed by hand telling me I would just do well in my exams. She was everything to we students. If I remember anything of History, it is because of my sheer love for her. I performed well only to please her I think :)
Every student who had her as a teacher would have many inspiring stories to fill pages. After school, the teenage in me did not always write to keep in touch with her. Slowly she disappeared and remained as a memory. But whenever I excelled in anything I thought of her. The times when I felt dejected regarding my goals, I had to just open what she wrote to me when I left school. There she was, my guardian angel whispering words of encouragement in my ears.
After 16 years, she is back in my life. Her mails tell me she is just the same teacher, contributing to the growth of her students. She suffers from a heart problem, yet she is out there among her students every single day, sharing knowledge and love.
So this great guru's name is Mrs. Bina Ramanujam.
posted by Rashmy at 1:09 PM
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