by Saikat Rudra
The lessons were too hard. In computer jargon -''Access Denied.''
The lessons were too hard. In computer jargon -''Access Denied.''
''You did not study, I think. Why?'' He asked softly.
''Yes, I did.''
''Then come to me after the classes are over.''
He had a serene look. He spoke gently and clearly, and his baritone voice was awe-inspiring. But for a child of twelve he was a distant man.
The teachers� room was upstairs. As soon as I was at the door he called me in and sat me beside.
''Feeling hungry?''
I nodded.
''Well, let's have some refreshment. Oh, before that inform your parents that you will be a little late today.''
He dialed the number and talked to my mother.
The refreshment was sumptuous. And then instead of giving and taking lessons we chatted away for more than an hour, and lo and behold, the hard lessons turned so soft that even after so many years I remember them vividly.
After two years Sunil Babu (Sunil Bhattacharya) left our school for a better job.
I remember Mr. Pravat Sarkar, Mr. Milan Bhattacharya and Mr. Sukumar Das who were more friends than teachers.
Why?
Besides giving lessons they taught me to see the world in a positive way, to have respect for human values, to love the society we live in, to build my self-esteem.
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''I BOW DOWN TO THE VENERABLE TEACHER WHO HAS EMANCIPATED ME FROM THE DARKNESS OF IGNORANCE, WHO HAS OPENED MY EYES TO KNOWLEDGE.''
One may bawl at me: ''Hey, these are old ideas. A teacher is a man who needs money to live. Like other professionals he too sells his knowledge and labour to earn his living.''
He is right if only the buyers and sellers can make the world livable.
Sunil Babu passed away a couple of years back. Pravat Babu and Milan Babu are away now. Yet they are with me forever as they were not sellers.
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