To Ma'm with Love : Part 2

Ten years in school and I never appreciated how amazingly different and quirky each of my teachers were. We all had our favourites for whom we drew those special greeting cards, tried soo hard to study and not fail in their course :-).

Mrs N was one cool teacher I had. She was this feisty lady with a no-nonsense air about her. I adored her for her killer bluntness...she spared no one with her sharp and witty retorts. My friend and I actually used to jot down her 'pearls of wisdom' on the last page of our english notebooks.

Miss R : Yeah , she was a killer too...but she got the job done with her sleeveless blouses and belly button exposing saris which she draped around her 5 foot 8 inch slender frame..a very Sush look from Mein Hoon Na (wait a min...first, the princi and now sush are both oddly familiar...hey, who made this movie ? ) She was'nt all that great of a teacher, but the boys would gladly kill each other for a chance to wipe the blackboard for her . And when we girls were bored of ooohing and aaahing over her gorgeous saris, we used to count the number of times she said "that is" during a class and generate weekly statistics !!!

Mr L: The only male teacher we had in the whole school and guess what he taught ??? drawing and craft !!!

Mrs Ranga : She was our daily dose of bharatnatyam and biology...combined. This petite tam brahm, was the epitome of gracefullness as she oh so melodiously explained the digestive system and its inner workings with her bhavas and hand gestures. She certainly got us interested in bharatnatyam atleast by the end.

And then there were many more in college, in the insti , who in their own ways taught me something in life...the importance of education, importance of blaming fate for all my screwups , and above all being independant. And for all this I will be eternally grateful to my teachers .