A Salute to Our Teachers

A Salute to Our Teachers

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September 5, 2015

Teaching, a cultivation of minds, is undoubtedly noble. But it is also daunting. It takes a special kind of courage to walk into a classroom full of children, day after day, and it's only right that we acknowledge it. So, this Teachers' Day, the back-benchers of DK India, Team Licensing, pay homagetheir most memorable teachers. Memory lane can throw up interesting hindsights.

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I hate Math: always have and always will. But on this Teachers' Day, it's my math teacher I remember. Mr. Kakkar was a man of very few words and a voice that would never be raised at students yet commanded the classroom effortlessly. For his 45-minute class, I would sit in the last row and pretend to study while I sketched, positioning my bulky bag on the table to hide from his view. One fine day, he stood near my desk and complimented one of my sketches. I was so surprised! And then he went on to explain to me the value of grids in art and the calculations that are necessary to get proportions right while drawing. He piqued my interest and, though I wasn't convinced that math would be of much help to me, I grudgingly started paying attention in class. I have to admit, his subtle nudge has taken me a long way in the designing I do daily. Math did not become any easier, but it did become more interesting thanks to my teacher.

Suzena Sengupta , Art Editor

 

Mrs. Usha Iyer was my College Mother. She's seen my laughter and my tears. She was the one I called whenever I felt lost. If not for her, I wouldn't be standing here, confident enough to face this world full of competition. She was, and she is, my strength. I draw from her courage everyday. Thank you, Usha Ma'am, for always being there and being that ray of hope in my dark times. You're an amazing soul. Happy Teachers' Day Ma'am! I love you.

Ishita Chawla , Assistant Art Editor

 

I take this opportunity to reminisce about my second-year physical chemistry professor in college. If you are studying science, it is exceptionally rare to find an educationist who is, well, intelligent yet amusing. From flirting with girls to solving complex thermochemistry problems (we later realised he had chits hidden all over his body for inspiration), he was quite the entertainer. His epic nasal twang, nearly-bald head, and horribly large eyes can still give me nightmares. Though I have forgotten his name, some crazy memories I share with the lab rats fortunate enough to attend his classes still surface every now and then.

Tina Jindal , Editor

 

Eight years after graduation, I still think about my art teacher. She was the only one who consistently supported and encouraged me through my high school years. My fondest memory of her is that she was always okay with me bunking regular classes and let me peacefully work on art projects all day long!

Pallavi Kapur , Art Editor

 

My cute, Italian, sketching teacher Lucas was the one who inspired me to pursue design. He was very friendly and approachable. He challenged our conventional understanding of teaching. We were told that teachers are strict and difficult, and students shouldn't like them. But it was impossible to think that when we had a teacher like him. He was, without doubt, the warmest, most encouraging person I have met and he has changed the way I perceive art and design forever.

Akansha Jain , Assistant Art Editor

 

When I think of my teachers, only one name comes to my mind: tall, gaunt and a Gregory Peck lookalike, Mr. Tripathi was my Hindi teacher and an inspiration. Driven mostly to consider Hindi a “low” language, he challenged my thinking and I inherited from him, among other things, a deep appreciation for vernacular voices. He taught us novels and plays, theories of translation and many such things. But mostly, he taught us sensitivity and awareness. He would constantly ask us to introspect. And it was he, who explained the true meaning of literature as lived experience to us. I'll never forget our very own Atticus Finch.

Arushi Vats , Editor

 

Illustration: Richa Verma

 

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