She got an ATKT in her class 10 Mathematics exam and realized its not her cup of tea to take up Science. She took up Political Science in her BA because she didnt score high enough to get into English Literature. She did a BEd because she thought she could at least work as a teacher till she got married. But she continued to teach after marriage as well.

She started teaching English, starting her career teaching class 12 students, she slowly realised that real education actually starts at class 2/3 levels. And so she demoted herself from secondary section to primary section and finally ended teaching class 3 and class 4 students.

She was one of the strictest teachers in the school, but most students loved her.

She always admitted to the students if she didnt know something and that she would come back to them the next day with answers. She spent hours trying, discussed with her husband and children, searching for the right answers. She admitted that she was wrong when a parent explained to her that she couldnt expect little children to finish their homework the next day since they had a lot of other subjects to study as well. She always gave students 3 days time to finish their homework after that. She learnt from her children and she admitted that each batch she taught, inturn, taught her a lot of things!

She was a natural in teaching dance and drama for annual days to children. Her husband and she composed Little Red Riding Hood one year and then Pied Piper of Hamelin another year, in form of song and dance, and then led a group of loads of children to dramatic victory and standing ovation in the school annual days. Those days, teachers didnt have too much budget so her husband used his small lap casio to compose the song, recorded the song on a cassette player, using the old small tape recorder. The singers/playback were students themselves. She ensured that all her students got a chance to participate, enhancing their confidence. They would borrow around for the costumes, searching for that piece of saree which could be used as a cloak or an old dhoti that could be stitched into an interesting attire..

Though English eluded her in her BA, she went on to become an editor and author for the English textbooks of her state. She would spend hours trying to get the right lessons for the children, get the textbooks to be gender neutral.

Then she learnt when she was a lot older that she had a natural flair for story telling. She would look up stories from books, and then learn from her husband and daughter and go and dramatise them for her class 2 and class 3 students.

She definitely took her teaching to a different level. She was not just a teacher, but a mentor and a friend. She added a zing to her teaching and ensured she gave her best and a bit more to her students.

She is my Amma π

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Kudos to your amma and this country definitely require more teachers like your mom π

Thanks Rashmi π

*clap, clap, clap* for amma!

thanks π

So proud of her, she is an inspiration !!!

yep, she is!

The post brought a big smile on my face & I knew it from the very beginning, without scrolling down at the post that the post is dedicated to your Amma! π Each & every post about her inspires me so much! Big hugs to you & thumbs up to her (since she is not much of a hug person as you had mentioned earlier)! π

hahah! you do remember my posts..thats so awesome

And so evidently you are a porud daughter π

I have always felt that teaching is a difficult profession! WHatever u do u will be cused when u r teaching only to be remembered later by the students after they have left school π

totally proud!

Well it does have its great moments π

Lovely post RM! I thought it was your mum…very touching! And such an amazing woman! π

Thanks PB π

What an inspiring woman, RM! You are indeed lucky to have her in your life. π

oh yes very very lucky!

Wow, your amma is a rock start RM π

yes she is a rockstar π

What a beautiful beautiful post ! My regards to your Amma !

shall be passed π

π Your mother rocks, my regards to her. Such a happy, hope filled post.

thanks Ancy..will be passed

No words! She is an inspiration!

thanks SS

Hats off to your mom R’s mom.

Thanks IHM π

very inspiring! a woman can only think in this way-true nurturer!

Thanks Chandrima..hope all fine..havent seen you around π

That’s such a sweet post RM π Ofcos, it has got to be when it is such a true account of an amazing teacher π Hugs and regards to aunty π I would luv to meet her some day!

Come to Mumbai and I will call her here..or you could make a trip to Goa..she would love to host you guys

That’s so sweet RM. The former should happen sooner than the later bcoz my SIL is now in Mumbai π

yipeeeee come fast

The moment the story entered the teaching phase, I knew who you were talking about π That’s a very special “she”.

LOL

Teachers touch us in so many ways and I can imagine how much her students would have loved her and most probably still do. Warm warm thanks to her from a mom who wishes her girls get similar teachers as well.

Thanks Comfy… π

Hi RM, Your mom lived my dream!! I still remember my lower grade English teachers..Just think about the fun of being the Pied piper of Hamlin to a group of naughty unmanageable ones..

“She definitely took her teaching to a different level. She was not just a teacher, but a mentor and a friend. She added a zing to her teaching and ensured she gave her best and a bit more to her students.” are my fav lines of this post π Few ppl are like that and are cherished by many. You are blessed that you lived close to one such person..Jealous!!

Oh yaa…I am extremely lucky with having the most amazing set of parents π

you go to Goa and stay with them for a while..they will be happy π

Very very nicely written RM. We definitely have a dearth of such dedicated teachers in our India schools.

Thanks Richa

A wonderful tribute to a wonderful teacher!!!!!!

Thanks thanks

Thanks thanks Dipali-ji